A/N: I just wanted to say that I really appreciate the reviews so far. This story has been stuck in my head for some time now so you can expect chapters being posted daily depending on the feedback I get. It's going to be fairly long considering all the detail I'm trying to add so if you think its dragging, I promise it's going to get a lot better soon! ALSO, who's excited for September?! New season of Son's of Anarchy! It can't come soon enough!

I threw the blanket over my head, trying to ignore the sunlight peaking through the window. Failing, I turned on my back throwing my arms to my sides in defeat. I began panicking when I felt someone else laying next to me. I looked over to see matted blonde hair. Finally realizing where I was, I sat upright. Last night began coming back in flash backs. I reached up to comfort my throbbing headache only to receive a sharp pain in my hand. It was swollen. I had punched a stranger in the face last night. I sighed.

I walked into the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, I splashed water on my face trying to wake up. I ran my fingers through my tangled hair and set out to get my clothes which were conveniently thrown all over the place.

I tip-toed out of the room, careful not to wake my one night stand. I glanced back before shutting the door, admiring him. I touched my lips. I could still taste him on me.

The bar room was scattered with sleeping men in cut-offs and barely dressed women. It was silent so I must have been the first person awake. I made my way out, stepping over broken beer bottles and articles of clothing. I glanced towards a clock on my way out. 7:44 a.m., it read. I sighed and set off on my long walk back.

I stumbled through the motel door way and fell into bed, exhausted. I reached for my cellphone to find three missed calls from Charlie, Wayne's best friend from the police department. I wonder what he needs, I thought as I dialed his number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, its Nichole, you called?"

"Ah, yes. I spoke with Uncer's lawyer. If you were planning on hanging around for a while, his house was left to you." Charlie said.

"What?"

"Its yours or it goes on the market." He stated, matter-of-factly. "Key's are at the station. He would've wanted you to take it, Nic."

"...yeah, okay. Thank you." I hung up. A house? Did I really want a house? I was only 22 and that was quite the commitment. I had plenty of money from my mother's life insurance left to stay here, or anywhere for that matter.

I jumped in the shower, still considering. I let the water pour down my body, imagining it removing the guilt and regret from the night before. However, the strikingly loud sound of motorcycles passing through town pulled my thoughts back to where I didn't want them to be. I turned the water off and got out. I couldn't stop myself from wondering what he was doing; if he cared that I had left without a goodbye. Of course not, I corrected myself, guys like him have women throwing themselves at him every night. You are no different.

I let my long curly hair air dry into its usual dark waves and threw on jeans, black boots and a regular t-shirt. Grabbing my sunglasses, I headed out to my car. You would've come in handy this morning, I thought, as I put the key in the ignition.

"Can I smoke in here?" I asked.

Charlie laughed. "Your uncle had stage 4 cancer," he said, pointing at the coffee table with a half-smoked blunt in it, "I'm sure it wouldn't hurt."

It was a nice place. Not too big, and not too small. The decor was up-to-date so I wouldn't have to change much, just add some things to put my own personal touch in it. I could definitely see myself living here.

"He owned it, so there's no mortgage. Just utilities. Your uncle always wanted you to come here. This is where you belong," he said, "I've got to get going kiddo, I'll check up on you in a few days." I nodded.

He let himself out as I began exploring the house. There were three bedrooms, two of which were vacant. These must have been his daughter's, I thought. There wasn't much of anything around the house actually, it seems like he had already put most of everything in storage or just threw it away, knowing he didn't have a lot of time left.

I walked to my car and grabbed my suitcase and duffle-bag out, dragging it inside and leaving it in the living room. I began thinking of all the tedious things I had to do if I wanted to stay here. Get the utilities switched to my name, go shopping, get a job, I mused at the last thought. I hadn't even told my boss I was leaving town. He was a jerk, anyways. It's not like finding a new bartending job would be hard. I have 4 years experience, I told myself. My eyes were getting heavy. I was still tired from the night before. I let the weight of my eyelids win, and drifted off to sleep.

5:06 p.m., I read, setting my cellphone back down. I had slept all day somehow. I got up and decided to fix myself in the bathroom. I plugged in my curling iron and set it on the sink. My eyes were back to their normal bright green hue that I inherited from my mother and my skin was a nice shade of olive. I looked better than I had a few days ago; more like my usual self. I let my hair fall in loose curls are grabbed a white crop-top and high-waisted shorts. I need a drink, I thought, lighting up a cigarette. I got in my car and drove to the first local bar I could find.

The Iron Horse, the sign had read. It looked relatively busy. I parked and headed for the door.

Inside, there were groups of people alternating from young women and men to white-haired towns people who seemed unaffected from the obnoxious music and loud conversations. I made my way over to the bar and sat down.

"What can I get you, sweetie." A small brunette with short hair and kind eyes asked.

"I'll have whatever's on draft." Better to stay away from the hard liquor tonight, I thought. She nodded and handed me a glass.

"You new here?" She asked. "Yeah, just moved in actually." I replied.

"Well it's nice to meet you. I'm Donna." She said. "This town's not so bad. I mean it could be better, but you'll find that everywhere. It's like one big family."

I looked around and noticed that everyone was acknowledging each other, age difference and appearance aside. You don't find that everywhere. "I noticed." I smiled.

"So, how do you like it so far?"

"I mean, it's okay. Quiet, for the most part. I don't know anyone really. But everyone seems fairly nice," I paused remembering my goals from earlier, "is this place hiring?" I asked.

"We're always hiring. Here," she handed me a pen and paper from behind the bar, "fill this out before you leave. I'll leave it in the owner's office. He should be in tomorrow morning."

"Thank you." She nodded and continued waiting on other customers. I brought my drink to my lips and watched as three men in cut-offs walked in. One was probably in his 60's, he had an oxygen tank with him. The other two we're probably in their late 30's, early 40's. They sat down at the other side of the bar.

"...shit." I heard Donna whisper, looking at the men. "This should be interesting." I watched her walk over to them, taking their orders.

I tried to fill out the application to keep my eyes off of them, but failed. The tall one with the curly jet black hair got up and started talking to a group of people. Moments later, the old man with the oxygen did the same, except to a different group. He leaned in, appearing to be talking quietly and pointing back. The third man was still sitting at the bar, smiling and watching his friends.

Before I knew it, punches were being thrown. The group that the older man was talking to seemed to be going after the black-haired man while the group of people he was talking to, were going after the men who were going after him.

It was an all-out fight. Everyone in the bar began jumping in. Table's were being broken and chairs were being used as weapons. I seen the three guys leaving with smirks on their face. Donna followed behind them, screaming. Is she crazy, I thought.

I made my way out of the door, trying to stay out of harm's way. I could see Donna pointing her finger at the men who had seemingly started a riot.

"You can't do this shit!" She yelled. "I'm going to get in trouble. Everything's broken."

They seemed to be apologizing to her. I couldn't understand what was going on. The people who weren't joining in on the fight started leaving the bar. I could still hear the commotion of things being thrown from the door.

The three men took off on their bikes, causing Donna to throw her hands in the air, frustrated. Police sirens drowned out all the noise, and I could see the flashing red and blue lights coming down the road. Everyone began leaving to avoid any more trouble. I thought about getting in my car too, but couldn't bring myself to leave. The cops had cuffed six men and were shoving them in the back of their vehicles. One of them was questioning Donna. I felt bad for this girl. She was practically in tears. I walked over to where she was standing. I heard her complain about the mess that she was forced to clean up.

"Could you use a hand," I asked as the cop finished taking her statement, kneeling down and grabbing the leg to a chair off of the ground.

"You don't have to." She said.

"It's no problem, I don't mind."

She took a second to evaluate the damage before nodding. "Thank you."

Everyone was gone by the time we were finished. Donna notified the owner. He was surprisingly not as angry as a normal person should be. He barely seemed affected by the news. He said he'd call the insurance company tomorrow and handle it.

"Would you like a drink? I could use several at this point." She asked. I laughed.

"I don't blame you. Sure."

She made two Long Island Iced Teas and sat down at a table, sliding mine over to me. "I can't take this shit much longer. Everyday it's something new, ya know." She said drawing circles on her glass with her finger, staring at it. "I try so hard to be okay this life, but I'm not and it's wearing me thin." It didn't seem like she was talking about her job. What ever it was, I could see she was stressing about it. "Do you ever just want to take off, leave everything.. and never look back?" She asked.

"I've been running my whole life and thinking nothing of it." I stated. "Until one day, I did look back, and realized I had nothing left." She seemed to have taken in what I said. She didn't reply, instead bringing her drink to her lips and chugging it. My attention was diverted to the door when I heard the familiar sound of motorcycles approaching. Donna appeared unattached.

A few moments later, the door opened and in walked Opie and Jax. I couldn't mask the surprise on my face when I seen him. He mimicked my expression as well.

"Don't even bother," Donna said. Were they together? "There's nothing you can say right now to fix this." She got up from her seat and headed to the bathroom. She threw an apologetic look my way, "Thank you for helping me today. That's on the house." I nodded, finishing my drink and walked right past Jax, who had been staring at me the entire time.

"Donna, don't do this. Not here," I heard Opie say, following after her. "Let's go home."

I was almost at my car when I was grabbed by the arm. I sighed, knowing who it was. I turned around to face him. "Is that how it's going to be? He questioned. "You sleep with me, sneak out in the morning, and then pretend it never happened next time you see me?"

"That's typically how one-night-stands work, isn't it?"

"Is that what it was to you?" He questioned.

"I don't know what it was. it was.. just sex."

"No, I don't believe that." He leaned in to me, his face inches from mine. I felt my heart beat quicken. "I don't believe you didn't feel anything for me," he ran his fingers across my jaw line. I blushed, dropping eye contact.

"I have to go."

"Come out with me." He pleaded.

"I don't even know you." I said, shaking my head.

"I want to know you." Grabbing his helmet off of his handlebars and holding it out to me.

Torn, I stood there arguing with myself. One part of me was screaming to give in to this man while the other part was telling me to just go home. It's crazy how a stranger can make me feel so much, so fast. There was something about him that I was drawn to. He was mysterious, and sexy, and overall the type of guy your parents would warn you about but you were attracted to anyways. He was bad news; a heartbreak waiting to happen. But I was known for being a bit of a gambler so I'll take my chances.

"Where are we going?"

"Crazy." He smiled.