Chapter 2

Gemma POV

I was working in the office. I had been thinking about Bella. Her and Jackson's 18th birthday was coming up and I really wanted her home for it. It had been a little over a year since she had been home last. I was finishing up a parts order when I saw a blue mustang pull into the parking lot and park next to my caddy. I stepped out of the office. When the driver of the car stepped out, I couldn't believe my eyes. "Bella?" I said, walking toward her.

She was wearing black leather pants, a white tank top and black boots. I recognized this outfit…hell I created the outfit. "Hey Ma." She said.

Something was different. I couldn't tell what it was, but something was definitely different. I hugged my daughter and I felt her tense. I pulled back. "You okay?" I asked her.

"Umm…not exactly. I need to talk to you and Clay." She said.

"Well, come on. Let's go find him." I said and led her over to the clubhouse. When we walked in the guys were sitting around drinking. "Look who I found in the parking lot." I said.

Bella POV

Everyone turned and looked at me. "Bells?" My brother jumped up from his bar stool and ran over to me and hugged me, spinning me around.

"Hey Jax." I said when he put me down.

He took a step back and looked at me. He raised an eyebrow at me. "What's with the outfit?" He asked me.

"I changed in Forks, I'm not the same kid that I was." I said, frowning a little.

Clay walked over and hugged me as well. "You home for good?" He asked.

"For the foreseeable future at least." I told him and he nodded.

"You in trouble?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No, but I need to talk to you and Mom…alone." I said.

He nodded and led me and Mom to the chapel. Once we were inside, he shut the door and we sat at the table. "What's up, pumpkin? You look kind of nervous." Clay said, using my childhood nickname.

I reached in my back pocket and pulled my cigarettes and lighter out and lit one. "I'm personally not in any trouble, but I do have a problem." I said, blowing out a puff of smoke.

"Okay, what's going on?" He asked.

"Not long after I got to Forks, I met this guy. He was one of those that not only looked good, but he said all the right things. I tried to tell him that I wasn't interested in dating. He didn't seem to take the hint. About a month later, he started stalking me. It got to the point that Bridget and I ended up getting our GED and we got a job at a bar, so we moved to the outskirts of Forks. A few weeks ago, he found me. I was closing up the bar. He cornered me… well he and his friends did." I said, taking a deep breath.

"Bells, what happened?" Clay asked, and I could see that Mom was worried.

"He and his friends raped me." I said.

Clay sat back in his chair and ran his hand over his face. He looked up and stared at me for a minute. "Bells, I'm not promising anything, but you know that every one of those guys out there loves you and would die for you." Clay said.

"I know. I'm not expecting anything but I just… I needed to feel safe." I said.

Clay nodded. "I know. I'll bring it up in church." He said standing up. "Come on, let's get a drink." He said. We walked back into the bar room and to the bar. "Prospect, beers all around." Clay said.

The prospect handed out beers and everyone went back to their conversations. I was sitting at the bar, alone, when suddenly I felt him. He leaned over. "Bells." He said.

I turned to look at him and gave him a small smile. "Hi." I said, taking a drink of my beer.

"You couldn't have called and told me that you were coming home." He said.

"I couldn't." I said.

This is bound to be bad. "You couldn't." He said, standing up a little. I shook my head. "Why?"

"It's complicated." I told him.

"How's it complicated? All you had to do was pick up the phone." He said, causing everyone to look at us.

"Hap, please." I begged.

Ma, Clay and Jax walked over and stared at us. "What the hell is going on over here?" Jax asked.

We didn't say anything. We just stared at each other. It was the first time that we'd been in the same room together in 6 months. "Okay enough with the silent bullshit." Ma said.

I quickly whipped my head around to face everyone. "Well tough shit Ma. I just needed a moment with my old man." I said as I continued to glare at my mother.

"Old man! Since when?" Jax asked slightly confused.

"Jesus Jax, we have been together since a year before you and Clay decided to ship me off for my own good. Hell even Happy agreed with you, thinking that I'd be safe. Which by the way, I wasn't! Since I arrived in that backwater town of Forks, I have been stalked by a family of weirdos, harassed, beaten and raped." I yelled.

"Excuse me!" Hap yelled. He glared at me. "We need to talk…Now!" Hap said, grabbing my hand and leading me to his dorm.

Once we were inside and Hap had closed the door he turned and looked at me. Well at least the glare is gone. He put his hands around my face and kissed me. He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. "Are you okay?" He asked, softly.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I have 2 fractured ribs and a broken one and some bruising." I told him.

"Let me see." He said. I pulled the top of my pants down a little and showed him the bruising on my hip. Then I lifted my shirt showing him the bruising around my ribs. Finally I turned around and showed him the bruising on my back. "Damnit Bells." He said. I frowned. "You should have called me."

"I know." I said.

I walked into his arms and just let him hold me. It felt so good to have him just hold me. After what seemed like hours, we walked back out to the bar room to face the wrath of my mother… and possibly my brother.