Chapter 2

It had been over a year since the last time Micah was in this town. She had thrown herself into her work, and the new boyfriend took up her time as well. The new boyfriend, you couldn't even call him that anymore. He was using her to find out what she knew. By the time she had found out, it was too late. She had broken it off, but he began stalking her, following her. It was beginning to be too much for her to handle. That was, until he confronted her.

He showed up on her doorstep, forcing himself past the door. Micah was more than scared now. She was pissed. He kept approaching her, using words like 'you have no choice' and 'this is it for you'. Micah kept backing away from him, but when he pulled the gun on her, all of her instincts kicked in. All of her training from back home, everything the boys had taught her; Chibs, Happy, Jax, all of those memories came flooding right back.

She knew her only way out of this was to fight and to get that gun from him. But she knew he would at least shoot at her once. She took in a deep breath before she tried to lunge at him. He fired the shot, but she had moved his arm and he had shot the wall. She tried not to show her relief as she began to wrestle him into dropping the gun. Her first blow was her knee to his groin, always go for the weakest spot first.

He let go of the gun, dropped to his knees, both hands moving to hold onto himself. Micah never knew why guys went for that. It's not like it would ease the pain or anything. She dodged for the gun, but he had grabbed her ankles and tried to pull her towards him. Micah fell to the ground, but kept kicking at him to let her go. Finally, her foot connected with his face and he let her go. She crawled away from him, grabbing the gun in her hands. Micah rose up; aiming the gun at him, knowing all she had to do was cock the gun and pull the trigger.

"You have two choices here, bud," she cocked the hammer back in the gun, "You could come at me and I'll shoot you. Or you can back away, leave, and tell my mother to do her dirty work herself." He took in a deep breath, looking as if he was going to stand up and walk out the door. He made it to his feet, took one step towards Micah, and she pulled the trigger. She kept pulling until the gun clicked empty and his lifeless body hit the ground. Everything after that was a blur.

She wiped off the gun, making sure her prints were off of it. Even if they found one, it was self-defense. He had broken the lock on her door, so they had enough reason to believe it. She shook the thoughts from her head as she went back to focusing on the road in front of her. 'Welcome To Charming!' She let out a sigh of relief as she passed the sign and entered into the small town. This was it. She wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but she had a feeling that it was only the beginning.

Micah kept driving until she arrived in front of her house. She had pulled the car into the driveway, parked it, and didn't move from the driver's seat. She knew that she had no other options at this moment. But she also knew that she didn't want to drag her only family into her problems with her drug addicted mother. Micah still wasn't even sure what it was she knew that lead to this whole mess.

She shook her head as she opened the door and climbed out of her car. She walked towards the front door of the house, holding the keys in her hands. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. This was how this was all going to start. She was more worried about how it was all going to end.

She dropped her bags on the floor, walking over to the couch. She dropped her body onto the sofa and closed her eyes. Rest. That was all she needed right now. Some time to clear her head and figure out what she was going to say before she walked onto that lot.

Micah woke up to her phone ringing on the coffee table next to her. She reached up, rubbing her eyes as she glanced at the clock across the room. It was a little after ten in the morning. She reached for the phone, sighing as she read the name on the screen. It was Taylor, her roommate.

"Hello?" she said, flipping open the phone and pressing it to her ear. She was still lying against the couch.

"Where are you? Are you okay? Please tell me you're fine," Taylor rambled on. Micah sat up on the couch, guessing that Taylor was back at the apartment.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What are you talking about?" asked Micah, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible.

"Jason is dead." That was all that Taylor had said. Micah wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but considering all things, she knew that wasn't possible.

"What do you mean dead?"

"I came home this morning and the door was busted open. He was lying on the floor covered in blood. Someone emptied a gun on him. I called the cops; they're clearing him out now."

"Whoa! What happened?" asked Micah, trying to sound like she was upset, but failing miserably.

"You tell me," stated Taylor, "Your car and your bags are gone. Where are you?"

Micah walked over to the fridge, her body freezing with the door open when Taylor asked where she was. She wasn't quite sure how to answer that. Micah reached for a bottle of water before closing the refrigerator door.

"I came back home. I had some stuff to deal with here, I left late last night." She cringed, knowing that Taylor didn't believe a word of it.

"I'm packing a couple of bags, I'll meet you there," said Taylor.

"You don't need to. I'll be…" but the phone clicked before she could finish her statement. Taylor had been to Charming with her a few times, so she knew where she was going. Micah sighed as she laid the phone down on the counter in her kitchen. She walked upstairs to take a shower and change clothes before she left to head out to Teller-Morrow to see the guys.

The whole drive to the garage, she kept telling herself that everything was going to be alright. There wasn't going to be any problems. They would help her, right? Too many conspiracy theories to figure out which one would be the truth. Or which one to even tell them. Why did her mom think she knew too much? What did she know that she shouldn't?

She took a deep breath as she pulled her car into the lot and into one of the empty parking spots. She shut off the engine and climbed out of the car, making her way towards the club house. The boys weren't expecting her. And after a year and half of nothing from her, who knows what has changed since then. Jax was probably with someone by now. Micah shook the thoughts from her head. That shouldn't matter. She was with someone too.

She opened the door and stepped inside the building. The immediate smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke filled her nostrils. As well as a few other things that she would pretend she never smelled before. 'God, I could really use some of that weed right about now,' she thought to herself as she looked around. The doors to the chapel were closed as well as the curtains. There was a guy standing behind the bar, which she knew to be the prospect. But she would wait for the club to finish their meeting.

She smiled to the prospect as she sat down on one of the stools at the bar. "Could I get a beer, please?" She smiled at him. He nodded his head, knowing who she was, as he reached into the mini fridge and handed her a bottle. "Thanks," she said, popping the top off the bottle. She turned in her seat, leaning her back against the bar and watching the doors as she brought the bottle to her lips.

About ten minutes, and half a bottle of beer later, the doors to the chapel opened. Of course, Tig and Chibs were the first two out of the room and Micah couldn't help but smile. Chibs walked over to his little sister and embraced her in a hug.

"I wondered about you, kid," he said, smiling at the young girl.

"I've just been busy lately," she said, knowing it was mostly the truth. Tig pushed Chibs aside in order to get himself a hug as well. Micah laughed at the man. "Hello to you too, Tigger," she grinned as she hugged him back.

"We missed your ass around here," he said, smiling and wiggling his eyebrows at her. She rolled her eyes, typical Tig to always make some remark. She reached out and swatted his arm lightly.

"Sorry. I had some stuff to take care of," she smirked at them. She glanced up to Chibs and her face got a little more serious. "Can we talk for a minute?" she asked him. Tig nodded his head and walked away from the two of them.

"What's wrong, lass?" asked Chibs. Before Micah could say anything else, she had seen Jax walking over towards them. Her stomach began flipping, like it always did every time she had seen him. She smiled at him as he clapped Chibs on the shoulder.

"Well, what have we got here?" he asked, laughing lightly as his eyes stayed on her.

"Well, ya know," she laughed lightly, "I came to make sure y'all haven't gotten yourselves killed yet." Her eyes lowered to her feet before glancing back up to him.

"As you can see," he laughed, "We're fine and dandy here."

She shook her head lightly, and nodded towards Chibs. "I actually needed to talk to my brother for a minute," she said, the smile slowly fading from her lips. She noticed Jax's smile fading as well.

"Everything alright?" he asked, looking between the two of them. Chibs shrugged as well as Micah. Jax nodded his head, "Alright then. Well, if you need me," he said looking over to Micah.

"Thanks, Jax," she smiled as he walked away from the two of them.

"Alright, what did you do?" asked Chibs.

"Mom found me," was all she had said. And Chibs knew exactly what that had meant. That woman was back in their lives and she was going to finish what she had started. "She hired this guy I was seeing to try and kill me. But it didn't go the way she had planned." Micah began rubbing at her hands, knowing there wasn't anything on them, but it was a nervous twitch at the moment. "He's dead, Filip."

"Holy shit, Micah." Micah knew her brother was just as confused about this whole situation as she was. She just wanted it to be over with.

"I didn't know what else to do…"

"We'll figure it out, little sister," said Chibs as he wrapped his arms around her again. And now the fun was about to begin.