Happy New Years Guys! I hope 2013 brings you guys happiness!

So, if you guys are familiar with the original story, chapter eight to be exact, you guys might be like; "What's going on?"

Originally, Vanessa's father came off as an asshole that didn't really care much about her happiness or whatever. BUUT, I had a change of heart. The whole reason for the story was that their father had a guilty conscience about not being there for Juice and keeping it from his family. So I'm changing the character around so that he's more caring because I do feel he wants to be their and bring together all of his children. Also, I feel that Vanessa is more of a daddy's girl.

Sooo...

Remember, I do not own Happy or any other the characters which makes you say, "Hey! I know them!" I simply own the Ortiz family EXCEPT Juice.. but you already knew that. Most of the story you will read comes simply from a land of my own imagination. A land of Rainbows, Butterflies, and Unicorns!

CHAPTER FOUR:

~Just A Fool~

It was a quiet Sunday morning as usual in the clubhouse.

Placed in front on Vanessa on the small wooden table in the clubhouse was a newspaper. She sat with one leg pulled up to her chest while she bit the top of the ball point pen. She'd managed to only circle two jobs out of the listings, and she was about to give up. She wasn't even giving a thought on the paper in front of her, but if her past life with Antonio. She was realizing finding a job on your own wasn't as easy as said, especially when you didn't have much experience in... Well anything.

Like she said to Gemma and Tara the other day, Antonio just didn't believe in having her be independent. At the time, she'd went along with it. Happy that she found a man that would provide for felt as though she was a queen that simply didn't have to lift a finger. Even when he showed his true colors, beating her until she was black and blue, she was still thankful. All she had to do was keep the house cleaned, the beer cold, and the food hot, she didn't have to work.

To say she was regretting it now was an understatement.

How could she be so naive to see that he was keeping her under his control. The mere thought of her having her own money and job on the side had him worried. Would she not think of him as high and mighty? No, he couldn't have that.

She was his trophy.

And she would stay that way.

Vanessa was taken out of her thoughts by the sound of someone sitting in the chair across fromher. When she looked up, it was the tall tan biker that had been invaded her thoughts.

"Why ya up so early?" He asked.

She smiled and returned her gaze down yo her paper, actually reading it this time. "I guess you could say I'm a morning person."

Happy started to nod but realized she couldn't see him and grunted instead. He cocked his head to the side, taking in her features. Her face was fresh of any makeup and her brown hair was piled on top her head in a messy bun. His eyes traveled from her face down to her neck, his eyes catching the yellow tinted fingerprints. "The fuck happened to your neck?"

Vanessa brought her hand up to her forgotten bruises. She didn't realized they were still wrapped around her neck, almost thinking they went away the day she'd finally escaped from her misery. "My ex."

"Ya let him put his hands on you?" Happy asked. His body began to radiate anger. "What kind of self esteem do ya have?"

"Didn't have much actually." She said as bluntly as his question. "What kind of cockiness do you have? Do you just go around asking questions like that all the time?"

"What's wrong with my question?" He asked.

She huffed, not knowing why this man was making her feel this way, or why she gave him the
power to. "It's very rude. You can just go around asking questions like that. You could hurt some
peoples feelings."

Hrs smirked, "I could give a damn about peoples feelings."

"Including mine?" Vanessa mentally cursed herself. She had taken this little conversation too far. She made the mental note to stay as far away as possible from this man from now on.

Happy noticed the way she reacted to her own question. He realized that she'd said more than she wanted too. Most importantly, he noticed he had an effect on her. And he fucking loved it.

~Just A Fool~

Vanessa jumped slightly as her phone buzzed and lit up on the nightstand next to the bed. She wrapped the tower tighter around her and leaned to pick up the phone. Across the screen in white letters was the name she didn't want to see at all.

Dad.

Vanessa sighed as she looked at the caller ID. She really didn't want to speak with him, ignoring him in fact. Her father had always been her rock, always cared for her. She definitely was a daddy's girl all around. She could remember all the times he'd take her out to get ice cream, fix all of her injuries after she fell off her bike, and attended all of her sporting events.

She couldn't bare to go see her father and tell him that she failed at being in a relationship, she failed in defending herself, and most importantly, she failed to do the one thing she always promised to do: Come to her father when things went terribly wrong.

He would be so disappointed in her.

Her phone chirped from the bedside table again, signalling a voicemail.

'Mija? Are you there?' Her father said. 'Mija I know you're there. Why won't you talk to me? I was wondering when you'd come over and visit us again, we miss you. I heard you went to go and see Juan, how did that go? We have so much to talk about.'