Chapter 5
The guys head out to a house by the streams. The prospect sneaks up to the house and reports back to the guys, parked a little bit down the road. "He's alone. Was talking to someone on the phone. Said he had trouble getting the girl." the prospect says. "Let's get him. Remember this kill is Hap's." Jax says before they head to the house and bust in. "What the…" is all he gets out before he is knocked out. My dad wakes up tied to a chair with a gag in his mouth and plastic underneath him. "Looks like Sleeping Beauty is finally awake." Jax says smirking. He walks over to my dad and asks "You know who we are?" My dad nods his head yes. "You know why you're here?" Jax asks and my dad shakes his head no. "You see, when you break into a house and beat up a woman, there are consequences to those actions." Jax says. "But you don't have to worry about me. But this sick fuck behind me? Yeah. I think you need to worry." Jax says before walking back and letting Happy step forward. "You forced your way into my house. Put your hands on Clara. That doesn't happen. You think you can just sell her to anyone you want? That shit won't happen anymore either. Do you know who she is to me?" Happy asks and my dad shakes his head no. "My fucking wife." he says and my dad's eyes go wide. "That's right. You hurt my wife. No one hurts my wife and gets away with it. I didn't let Mark. I won't let you." Happy says before he spends the next hour torturing my dad before finally slicing his throat and letting him bleed out.
A little later, after everything is taken care of, the guys come walking back into the clubhouse. Happy walks up to Gemma when he doesn't see me sitting in the main room. "She's in her dorm. She doesn't feel good." Gemma tells Happy and he heads to my dorm. Knocking on the door before walking in, I am sitting up in the bed, against the headboard, looking down at my hands, thinking. Happy sits down on the side of the bed and faces me. "Are you okay? Gemma said you weren't feeling good." he asks. "Yeah. Just hurting a little. Needed some time to sort my head out a little." I tell him. He finally looks at me and asks "You want to talk about it?" I look up at him and say "I think I might stay in the guest room if that's okay." I say. "If that's what you want. But why?" he asks. I look back down at my hands and say "I know this is just to keep us both out of jail so I have a proposition for you." I tell him. "One that might make us both okay with the situation." I tell him. "I'm listening." he says. "You don't want to be married. I know you love being single and having the freedom to hook up with anyone you want. We have to live together so to everyone outside the club, we're married and happy. But inside the clubhouse, and at home, we're just roommates. You're still free to do what you want and be with who you want and I have a safe place to live and have time to get my head right." I tell him. "That what you want?" he asks. "It isn't about what I want or what you want. It's about figuring out how to not be completely miserable until we can get a divorce and I can get the hell out of here." I tell him. "Fine." he says before getting up and walking out of the room, leaving me alone.
I spend the entire night in bed crying into my pillow. Waking up the next morning, I head to the main room and see Gemma. "Can you give me a ride to Happy's?" I ask. She looks at me confused. We see Happy walk out into the main room with one of the croweaters hanging off of him and I see Jax look at him pissed. Before he heads to him, I grab his arm. "Jax, we came to an understanding. It's fine." I tell him and he looks at me and asks "Are you sure?" I nod my head yes. Turning to Gemma I ask "Can we go?" She nods before helping me out to her car and we head to Happy's house. She helps me inside and the prospect carries my bag in. "Can you put it in the guest room?" I ask and he nods before doing what I ask. "What's going on? I thought you two were going to give this a try?" she asks. "He said he wanted to but he only wants to because it's a club order. I told him that he's free to do what he wants with who he wants and I have a safe place to stay until we can get the divorce and I can leave." I tell her. "I see how you looked at him when he kissed you. You can't tell me there's no feelings there." she tells me. "Doesn't matter. You honestly think that a man wants someone who's been used up? He has all of those girls at the clubhouse all over him. You really think he wants to settle down? Especially with someone like me? Someone that's used up and fat?" I ask. "You are not fat." she tells me sternly. "Yeah Gemma. I am. I know I am and I'm okay with that." I tell her. She just shakes her head and says "I'll be here in the morning baby." I nod and she sees her way out.
I move to the guest room and look at my things sitting in the corner. Still not unpacked. I won't unpack them. The more I sit there thinking about things the more I start thinking about ways out of this marriage. He doesn't want this but the club doesn't want either of us to do jail time. Being married I can't be forced to testify against him but if I'm out of the picture, then no one has to worry about anything. Before I can form my next thought, I hear the front door being kicked in and then the guest room door being thrown open. Two men are standing there and one grabs me by my feet and pulls me off the bed. I hit the floor with a thud and I feel the other, tying me up and hit me in the side of the head with his gun, knocking me out.