Hello! I just wanted to reply to a guest who reviewed. Honey is still kind of in shock over the whole Cherry debacle and she's acting on her feelings right now, plus I imagine that as Gemma's daughter she'd be used to relying on Sons to take care of her. She'll come back to her senses soon but the next couple chapters are going to be rough. Thank you for reviewing and I hope no one's too upset with me for the way things are happening.

The song for this chapter is Fuck Away The Pain by Divide the Day.

She only had to wait out front for a few minutes before his car creeped around the corner, rolling to a stop in front of her. She gets in and immediately rolls her eyes as his hand comes over to her thigh automatically. "Hey. Thanks."

"No problem, baby. Lake house or you got somewhere else in mind?" His fingers run slowly under the frayed edge of her shorts and for once, she didn't care. She didn't necessarily want it, but she wasn't repulsed.

"Lake house, I guess. You got the drinks?" She slowly lays her hand over his and spreads her legs just a bit, the edge of her tattoo peeking out from under the denim.

"Yup, in the back." He glances at her as he drives off, his tires squealing as he drifts around the corner and veers into the other lane as he smirks. "You look hot."

She shrugs and raises an eyebrow at him as her eyes inspect his face. "You look high." Shoving his hand away from her leg, she kneels in the seat and bends over to grab the bottles out from behind the seat. She yelps softly as she feels his hand smacking her ass cheek and smirks at him as she sits back down holding the bottle of vodka in her lap to open it. "Thought you didn't like getting your car dirty?"

He smirks, his eyes glued to her tits as her shirt slips halfway off one shoulder and the neckline dips down to show a hint of nipple. "You'd be worth it."

She shrugs and tosses her hair back over her shoulder away from her neck as she takes a long drink from the bottle, her eyes never leaving his even as he drifts back into his own lane. "If you say so."

They stay quiet for the rest of the ride, his hand rubbing and caressing her thighs and her sipping the vodka like it was water. Honey was ashamed to admit that between his touch and the alcohol, she was getting turned on. 'This isn't supposed to happen...I'm supposed to get drunk and get away from home for awhile, not act like a hoe...'

Then that voice in her head spoke up. 'He doesn't care. Have some fun, have a few life experiences. No one's here to stop you.' She glances over at Justin, biting her lip softly as he parks in the driveway leading to the house.

"Hey Justin?" Her decision was made as soon as she said it. As he turns to look at her in question, she crawls across the seat and into his lap.

"Honey?" He asks, his voice huskier than usual as his hands cup her ass, his glazed over eyes staring into her own.

She smirks as she slowly rolls her hips against his, leaning down to suck sensually on his jawline just below his ear. "Mhm?"

"Oh, shit, uhm..." His eyes slip closed as he holds her against him, pushing his half hard erection against her bare thigh. "Fuck, Honey, you really want this?"

Honey nods and licks her lips softly as she raises her head, then leans in to kiss him deeply. Immediately she tastes the mint gum he had been chewing the entire drive and smirks against his lips, running her fingers through his thick, greasy blonde hair. When she pulls away, she holds the gum between her teeth and smiles, opening the drivers side door and climbing out of the car. "If you want it back you gotta come get it."

Swaying her hips as she walks up the small, stone pathway towards the french doors that led into the lake house, she smirks to herself as she hears Justin stumbling to get out of the car and follow her. 'This is kinda fun.'

Stepping into the house and flipping the living room lights on, she kicks her boots off and smiles at the feeling of the soft, luxurious fur rug tickling her toes. Sipping the bottle that hadn't left her grasp yet, she heads up the spiral staircase to where she knew the master bedroom was. Justin was close on her heels, she could hear his heavy footsteps behind her.

She pushed open the heavy oak door and smiles as she feels his warm hands on her hips, tugging her shirt up her waist as his lips trail down her neck. "Justin..."

"You want this, right?" He mumbles against her neck, his hands undoing her shorts and tugging them down her legs in a hurry.

She nods and is surprised when he shoves her onto the bed, her shorts and panties still around her thighs. Before she can protest, she hears the sound of a condom being torn open and he settles on top of her, his arms on either side of her body holding his weight up and his hips pushing against hers, pushing his length into her with a grunt of pleasure.

She gasps at the sudden intrusion then moans as his hips pound into hers, not giving her any time to adjust. Her back arches in pleasure as she lets out muffled moans against the mattress, her hands clutching the bed sheets as he pants and groans, his breath hot against the back of her neck.

She didn't know if it was the position, his urgency, or the fact that the half a bottle of vodka she had downed in the car was catching up to her but she found herself on the brink of an orgasm within minutes. Her breath came in short pants between sharp, high pitched moans of pleasure as her body tenses.

His blunt nails dig into her hips, hard enough to leave small crescent shaped wounds as she feels his body tensing up. "Fuck, Honey, I gotta-"

With one last powerful thrust into her, he came with a slew of grumbled curses and grunts. The throbbing of his length inside of her made Honey fall over the edge, her head tilted back as she moans breathlessly and lets her body relax after her orgasm.

Justin pulls out of her and collapses beside her, panting and staring up at the ceiling in bliss before grabbing a joint and a lighter from the jeans he had let hang around his hips. Honey slowly raises up on her knees, feeling the soreness and the shame starting to settle in as she feels the wetness on her thighs.

She manages to fix her clothes and sits down with her back against the headboard, her knees pulled against her chest as she watches Justin puff on the joint. "You gonna share?"

"You gonna give me my gum back?" He raises an eyebrow at her and she rolls her eyes, leaning over and holding the gum between her teeth for him to take. He puts his hand on the back of her head, holding her still as he kisses her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth uninvitedly. She frowns but doesn't push him away, letting him violate her mouth for a moment before pulling away and standing up.

"I need more vodka." She mumbles, heading downstairs to retrieve the other bottle from the car.

-o-o-o-o-o-

After a couple more vodka-fueled fucks and a joint, Justin drove Honey home. Her neck was covered in splotchy red hickeys and her hips ached where he had held them too tightly. She knew tomorrow she'd probably be more sore, Justin had been rougher than Half Sack had ever been with her.

When he pulled up in front of her house, she looks down at her thighs for a moment before grabbing her shoes and getting out, mumbling, "Thanks."

He grins as he watches her walk away, calling out to her. "Hey, we need to do that again sometime."

"Maybe." She tosses over her shoulder as she slips beside the house and starts to climb up the tree to her window, cussing quietly as her sore legs ache and protest. 'Fuck, he was rougher than I expected.' She finally reaches the windowsill and hops in, tossing her boots into her closet and collapsing onto her bed. 'That was kinda fun though...maybe that's what I need to forget Kip...'

Exhausted and knowing her alarm would go off in about two hours, she doesn't bother undressing and just snuggles down into her blankets to sleep.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Half Sack was shocked when he saw her the next morning. She was walking stiffly towards the office, her hair in a messy bun and a pair of oversized black sunglasses on. She wore a pair of black sweatpants and a red tank top, out of character for her. He knew she only wore sweatpants when she was either really upset or didn't feel like getting dressed.

He had only just started working on the car in the bay when he heard her soft voice. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees her perched on Happy's tool bench, a tired look on her face as the tattooed man works around her. He doubted they had noticed him since he was mostly hidden behind the car.

"Hap, I don't know what I'm doing anymore." She murmurs, sounding like a lost child as she looks up at Happy's face. He steps in front of her and gently lays his hands on her thighs, confirming they hadn't noticed him. Happy would never get touchy feely with her if he knew people could see.

"I know." He traces his fingers along the faint hand print shaped bruises on her biceps. "He force you?"

She shakes her head, casting her eyes down to avoid the disappointment she imagined in his dark eyes. "I wanted a distraction so we got drunk. It was over before I really thought it through."

He hums softly under his breath and lifts her chin gently. "Just be careful, Honey."

She nods, her eyes watering as she sees nothing but concern in his eyes. She wraps her arms around his broad shoulders and tucks her face against his neck, mumbling, "I love you, Happy."

Half Sack swallows hard, stepping back and accidentally bumping into his tool chest, knocking a wrench off into the floor with a loud crash. Happy moves away from Honey, glowering at the younger man as Honey looks down, wrapping her arms around her midsection as if she wanted to disappear.

"I uh...better get back to the office..." She mumbles, hopping off of the tool chest and nearly running towards the door. Happy and Half Sack both watch her go, then Happy turns to him and his eyes turn murderous.

"If I find out you did anything to her, there will be no vote. You'll be dead and no one will ever find you." The cold, chilling threat had Half Sack nodding and backing away slowly.

"I swear I didn't- we were-" Happy steps towards him and he gulps, his eyes searching for a way out.

Thankfully, Jax was walking into the garage to start his shift. He frowns in confusion as he looks between the two men, tossing his cigarette aside. "What's going on?"

Happy shrugs and returns to his car, letting Half Sack relax a little. Seeing he was going to get no answers from Happy, Jax looks over at Half Sack. "Prospect?"

"Nothing." He hurries over to his own bay and forces himself to start working, avoiding Jax and Happy.

Jax raises an eyebrow before shaking his head and walking over to the motorcycle he and Clay had been working on. 'I need to talk to Honey...but what would it do besides create a rift?' He sighs as he pushes thoughts of the manila folder and its contents out of his mind.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Honey grabs her purse and sunglasses, glancing at her mother. "Mom, I'm going to go home..."

Gemma looks up and purses her lips, crossing her arms over her chest. "Your shift doesn't end until 3."

"I'll make it up tomorrow, I just need to go. Please, mom." She pleads with her, feeling as though her aching legs were about to give out and her stomach churned with all the stress and emotions she was forced to hold in.

Gemma sighs, seeing the tiny droplets of sweat beading on her forehead and knowing it would be more of a hindrance than a help to keep her here. "Alright, baby. You need anything?"

"I don't know, I feel like if I move too much I'm gonna puke." Honey mumbles honestly, leaning her hip against the desk to support herself.

"Go home and rest, call me if you need anything." Gemma sighs softly as Honey walks out. 'Guess whoever she was fucking last night didn't sit too well with her.' She had seen the bruises and known immediately that Honey had been out. A thought suddenly come to her and she frowns, getting up and staring intensely out the blinds to watch Honey get into her car.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Instead of driving straight home, she drives towards the hospital. 'Maybe Tara can give me something...' She parks in the parking lot and slowly makes her way into the building and to the elevator. Luckily when she stepped out on the second floor, Tara was standing at the nurse's station.

Honey slowly approaches her, tapping on Tara's shoulder gently. "Tara?"

Tara turns, a smile on her face, only to gasp when she sees Honey. "What's wrong, Honey?"

Honey manages a small smile and mumbles, "I uh...I don't know exactly..." Tara sighs and finishes filling out the forms on the stand that she had been working on then grabs Honey's forearm to lead her to an observation room.

"You look terrible." Tara remarks, shutting the door behind them and letting Honey sit on the exam bed.

Honey snorts softly before brushing a couple loose tendrils of hair away from her face. "Gee, thanks. I didn't come here for a cure for ugly."

Tara sighs as she begins taking Honey's vitals. "I didn't mean it like that. You've lost weight, you look like the ghost of Honey Teller."

'Maybe I am.' Honey shrugs, her eyes focused on one of the body diagram posters hanging on the wall. "I needed to lose a little anyway."

Tara stares at her a moment before lifting Honey's arm. "And the handprints?"

"From a friend." Honey automatically pulls her arm away and wraps them around her waist, looking up at Tara tiredly. "Can you just tell me what's wrong with me?"

"What are your symptoms?" Tara fills out the page of Honey's vitals, leaning against the counter as Honey sighs softly.

"I feel kinda dizzy...like if I move too much I'm gonna puke...and I'm hot and cold at the same time." She sighs, looking down at her fingers as she picks at a loose thread on her sweatpants. "My legs feel like jelly too."

"I'm guessing your legs match your arms?" Tara raises an eyebrow as she stares sternly at Honey.

Honey nods, raising her head to look up at Tara. "Yeah. It wasn't exactly a romantic moment."

"He use protection?" Tara crosses her arms and Honey nods once more.

"Yeah, condoms. Let it go, Tara." Honey mumbles, rubbing her eyes.

Tara stays quiet for a moment before turning to another chart on her clipboard. "When was your last period?"

That one stumped Honey. "Uhm..." She frowns and tries to think back; she knew she had had one while Kip was ignoring her. But she couldn't remember any after that. "Middle of May? Maybe?"

Tara frowns but continues, "Last full meal?"

At that, Honey floundered. She racked her brain trying to remember the last thing she had eaten besides poptarts and random snacks she had scoured from Gemma's pantry. "I think...maybe...the last time I came to see Abel."

Tara sets her clipboard down and crosses her arms, glaring at the young girl. "Honey, why are you starving yourself? That's almost two weeks, have you eaten anything?"

"I ate some poptarts..." Honey mumbles, hating being scolded and hating that Tara was probably going to lecture her.

"Elizabeth Honey Teller!" Tara shakes her head and writes a note on the page before tearing it out. "You're most likely malnourished and dehydrated, you'll need an IV and probably to stay here overnight."

Finishing her notes, Tara stares at Honey until Honey sighs and snaps, "What are you looking at?"

"A young girl who's doing stupid shit to herself for no reason." Tara replies immediately, her eyes stuck on the faint hand shaped bruises on Honey's pale biceps.

Honey stays quiet for a long while, her head down as she tries to ignore the knot threatening to tighten in her chest. "You know something? All anyone ever does is tell me how I make so many mistakes or all my decisions are stupid, they never try to understand what's going on with me. Yes, Tara, I messed up. I fucked a guy who couldn't give less of a shit about me because I hurt, I hurt so much I have fucking panic attacks at work but mom still makes me go because no one cares to ask if I'm okay." She cuts herself off and wraps her arms tighter around her waist, rocking herself slightly. Tara frowns and slowly comes over to sit beside of her, wrapping her arms around Honey's slim shoulders.

"Honey, how long have you been having panic attacks?" She murmurs, gently rubbing Honey's back as she watches her reaction.

Honey takes a deep, shuddering breath and tries to relax. "I used to have them when I was younger but I hadn't had one in a while."

"Do you know what's causing them now? Have you ever taken any medicine for it?" Tara keeping rubbing Honey's back, trying to take her mind off of the anxiety building.

"I used to take Xanax but I let my prescription run out, I...I've had a couple bad experiences while taking it." She takes a deep breath before looking up at Tara and giving her a half hearted smile. "I kind of understand, y'know. The grudge you have against the club."

"I thought you hated me for leaving." Tara frowns in confusion, looking down at the young girl as she seems to calm down a bit.

"I don't hate you. I was angry at you for a long time but I never hated you really." Honey sighs and looks down at the ink on her wrist. "We're two very different people who handle things differently. I don't understand what you did any more than you understand what I'm doing now."

"Help me understand then, Honey. You can't keep this up." Tara slowly and cautiously grabs Honey's hand and laces their fingers together in comfort.

Honey laughs softly and humorlessly, wiping tears away with her free hand as she looks up at Tara. "I don't even know where to start."

"Well we have all night, so wherever you're comfortable is a good start." Tara squeezes her hand gently as Honey lays her head on Tara's shoulder.

"Can I rest awhile first?" Honey mumbles and closes her eyes, feeling her stomach churning and the dizzyness returns.

Tara nods and gently smooths Honey's dark hair away from her clammy face. "Of course, I'll take you to your room then I'm going to go get someone to set an IV up for you and call your mom, okay?" Honey nods and stands up carefully, wincing as her legs protest and Tara frowns. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just a little sore, sorry." Honey walks towards the door, Tara leading her out to the nurses station to sign her in.

-o-o-o-o-o-

"In the hospital for what?" Gemma frowns as she turns away from the computer to focus on the phone call.

Tara's voice is cool as she replies, "She needs fluids and protein, she's severely dehydrated and malnourished as well. Did you know she's barely eaten in two weeks?"

"What do you mean? You trying to say I can't take care of my own daughter?" Gemma frowns, already grabbing her keys and her purse to drive over to St. Thomas.

Tara sighs audibly and only adds to Gemma's irritation. "All I'm saying is she's clearly hurting over something and she hasn't been taking care of herself, which you either haven't noticed or have ignored."

"She's never home and never tries to talk, what the hell am I supposed to do?" Gemma gets into the car, putting the phone on speaker so she can drive while talking.

"Maybe spend some time with her instead of forcing her into the club when she clearly would rather be somewhere else."

Gemma rolls her eyes and mutters, "Whatever, I'm coming to see her."

"Room 246 and if you cause a disturbance for her I'm afraid you'll have to leave." Tara replies in an almost smug tone.

Gemma scoffs and ends the call, tossing her phone into her purse and driving to St. Thomas, ready to give the self righteous doctor a piece of her mind.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Honey gets settled into the hospital bed, sighing as she stares forlornly at the IV line protruding from the vein leading from her elbow. "Tara, couldn't I just promise to eat more and stuff?" She couldn't help the slight whine in her voice; she still had tears in her eyes from where they had poked the needle into her.

"Honey, you need rest and this is the fastest way to get you well again." Tara helps her get the blanket up over her legs and Honey sighs.

"I guess...thank you for helping me. I know I've been a brat to you." She looks down at her fingers, tired but still wanting to talk to Tara.

Tara sighs and slips her hands into the pockets of her shirt. "I knew you'd be upset, you had a right to be. I just wish we could go back to the way we were before."

"I can try." Honey murmurs, looking up at her hopefully then grinning tiredly. "I halfway understand it now, why you left."

Tara smiles slightly before sitting down at her bedside. "You still have to explain what happened."

Honey sighs softly and bites her lip. "I can't tell you exactly who but...I was dating one of the guys."

"One of the...one of the club members?" Tara's eyes widen slightly though to her credit that was the only sign she was shocked.

Honey nods and sighs softly, playing with the blanket. "He was older...and I thought he was worth giving up on school and shit. I was willing to stay here under the club's rule as long as I had him."

Tara frowns in sympathy, having flashbacks to when she had felt that way about Jax. "Honey..."

Honey continues, "I thought I loved him. He said he loved me." She laughs humorlessly and feels a few traitorous tears building in her eyes. "I let him take my virginity like a fool, after dating for like a month."

Tara frowns and grabs Honey's hand as she sees a single tear run down the girl's pale cheek. "Honey, you don't have to say anymore."

To her surprise, Honey shakes her head. "I do." She wipes her tear away and sits up a little straighter. "I quit taking the Xanax because I was taking it when I was bored or at parties. Twice during freshman year I blacked out and woke up with guys trying to get my clothes off. I quit after that."

Tara sighs softly and stays quiet for a moment before speaking quietly. "Honey, you need some sort of medication. Do you think if I prescribed you the Xanax again you could handle it?"

Honey hesitates before shrugging as she looks up at Tara with pink tinged, watery eyes. "I guess I could try it. Would you...would you check up on me with it? Just in case?"

Tara nods and wraps her arms around Honey, hugging her gently. "Of course, Honey Bee."

Honey smiles, this one reaching her eyes as she hugs the older woman back shyly. "No one's called me that since I was like 5..."

"Would you rather I didn't?" Tara pulls away slightly to look down at her and she smiles when Honey shakes her head.

"Nope. Just surprised me a little." They pull away from each other as Gemma walks in with no warning.

"Hey, baby." Gemma shuts the door behind herself and walks over to the foot of the bed, crossing her arms.

"Hey, mom." Honey mumbles, laying back against her pillow. Tara stands up and looks at Gemma, then Honey as if debating whether to leave or not. Honey smiles reassuringly at her. "You can go, Tara. I know you have other patients."

"You sure, Honey?" Tara glances Gemma, making the older woman scoff.

"What, I'm not allowed around my own kid?" She glares at the doctor and Tara raises her hands to placate her.

"She's in a very fragile state and I just wanted to be sure she's alright." Tara murmurs and Honey smiles, touched that she cared that much for her.

Gemma rolls her eyes and puts her hand on her hips, glancing at her daughter. "All she needs is some family time and she'll be fine."

"Mom, family isn't gonna fix me..." Honey mumbles, looking down at the plain cotton blanket covering her legs.

"Well fucking around and acting like a whore won't fix anything either." Gemma shoots back, making Honey's shoulders slump in defeat.

"I want Happy." She murmurs, grabbing her phone from her purse sitting on the beside table while Gemma and Tara stare daggers at one another.

Finally Tara breaks the staring contest and turns towards the door. "Visiting hours end in 15 minutes, Gemma."

"Fine." Gemma sits down beside Honey's bed in the chair Tara had just vacated. She waits until Tara is gone before turning to her daughter. "So, this have anything to do with those bruises?"

"A little." Honey replies tersely, staring down at her phone as she texts Happy.

Honey: Are you busy?

"You gonna tell me what's going on or do I have to guess?" Gemma raises her eyebrows and leans back in the chair.

"You didn't care to find out before so I think I'll let you guess." Honey mumbles, waiting for a reply from Happy.

"Honey, I don't know why you act like the club is the enemy and I have no clue why you're putting on this little rebel without a cause act but if it doesn't change-" Honey interrupts her, laughing.

"Mom, are you seriously gonna threaten me right now?" She shakes her head, sighing as she lays her phone aside. "All you've ever done is keep me from having a life and tell me I'm not good enough, but now you're surprised at how I turned out?"

Gemma stays quiet for a moment, her lips pursed and her boot tapping on the tile floor quietly. "I never kept you from anything-"

Honey snorts and shakes her head in disbelief. "I'm not allowed to go anywhere without a Son, I can't date, I can't choose my own college or my own job."

"It's for your own good! You're the President's daughter-" Gemma is shocked when Honey interrupts.

"Step daughter, actually." Her voice is cold and Gemma gapes at her for a moment before composing herself and standing up.

"I'm not going to sit here and listen to this shit. When you come home, we're having a long talk." Gemma walks out, slamming the door behind her and making Honey cringe at the sound.

'I can't believe I actually did that.' She glances at her phone, seeing no messages, and sighs as she curls up in the bed. 'I mean...I wanted to stand up for myself for a long time but...'

Lost in her thoughts, she closes her eyes and slowly drifts off, the drama draining her of any energy she may have had left.