A/n okay guys here's chapter 4! Taras pov on the last 6 hours!Thanks! TempeTempe

Tara pov

"Just kill me please. I don't have the strength anymore. Just end things." I pleaded. I'd lost track of time but I think I've been here for two months, maybe more. The constant torture and abuse was becoming intolerable.

"Aw Tara. What fun would it be if I were to do that? You're supposed to be with me. I'm trying to show you how you need to live life to become the perfect woman. How can you run away from me? We spent all that amazing time together and you abandon me!" I felt a slap across my face. The blindfold I'd become accustomed to was firmly in place. You lose a lot of yourself in the constant darkness.

I heard a knock at the door then. I flinched. It's completely involuntary now. I've been conditioned to be this way. To be fearful. I heard a low murmur of voices. Soon his got louder.

"This might not have been the deal, but this is how it is now! You don't get to dictate things anymore. I did what you asked! I took her away from Charming." he was almost hysterical now.

There was a beat of silence and then my world came crashing down with the sound of a voice.

"I didn't ask you to kidnap her and torture her. I asked you to kill her. Deals off." then the door slammed shut.

My body lost all ambition to live. If she were after me, I'd be dead soon enough.

As soon as the door slammed shut I heard something glass break against a hard surface.

"Fuck! What am I going to do now?" yeah he was hysterical alright. Why was she here? Why did she want me dead? Did she hate me that much after ten years? I let her run me off ten years ago. I've changed, Jax has changed. Wait, deal? What deal? What was she doing making deals with a rogue ATF agent? Suddenly the blindfold was pulled from my face.

"You stupid bitch. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be you and me forever. Why'd you have to be involved with a god damn biker group? A gang, really Tara? You've had a good life with me and you run back here? I know I have a bad temper but it's because you're not perfect yet. And now thanks to you, I'm going to lose the biggest bust of my career! I need to find a way to make this right. I love you Tara, but my career is first in my life." He kissed me on my head and surprised me by not replacing the blindfold.

He walked out of the room and locked the three dead bolts from the outside. For the first time since I've been here, I was able to look around the room and move freely without the restraints of the blindfold. There were no windows, only a full size bed a table with a lamp on it, which was on, and the chair he usually had me tied to. In his absence I did something I didn't normally let myself do. I thought. I thought about Jax. Is he still just as rough and beautiful as he was 10 years ago. Does he have an old lady to replace me? I wouldn't blame him if he did. He probably assumed I had cold feet when I disappeared without a word. I hope I get the chance to tell him leaving and not contacting weren't by my choice.

I also thought about my friends. Were Donna and Opie still together? Was she being a dutiful old lady? Standing by her husband's side though all the shit the club went through? Was she even still alive? The club life can be hard and not everyone makes it out alive. Case in point John Teller. It was a motorcycle accident, but Jax wasn't sure he believed that.

I don't know how long I stayed lost in thought before I heard the keys jingling in the locks. A tell take sign that he was back. The look on his face scared me when he opened the door. I was laying in the middle of the bed and instinctively moved up against the headboard. He sat at the end of the bed and cleared his throat.

"I did a lot of thinking. And I came to a decision regarding our precarious situation. I'm sorry that I'm going to have to do this, but it really is the only way for us both. I'm going to let you go. But first there's something that I have to do. I love you Tara, and I'm sorry." Fear bubbled over in my stomach. I knew this wasn't good. I was going to be used as bait, but he'd have to make it much more than that. Before I could respond, he lunged. He grabbed me by my hair and flung me to the floor. While I was on the floor, he repeatedly kicked me all over my body. He kept me weak enough that I could never fight back. This time was no different. I felt a rib crack as he kicked me in the side for the fifth time. He ripped all my clothes off with the exception of my underwear and tank top.

'Please don't let this be happening.' Was all I could think to myself as he ripped my clothes off. All the torture I've been through and that's not something he's done. He's tried but couldn't get aroused enough to actually do it. I was jolted back to reality with a nasty kick to my face. I felt myself beginning to lose consciousness. The last thing I remember was him yanking the lamp off the table and hitting me continuously with that, in place of his foot.

I woke up sometime later, disorientated and tied up. I was in the backseat of his car, and I recognized the scenery. We were going to Charming. We drove for another 10 minutes before he pulled over. When he pulled me out, the headlights were shining on the "Welcome to Charming" sign.

"This is where we part dear Tara. You are to go straight to Teller Morrow and find Jax or a member who can find him. You put all the blame on Gemma. If I found out you fingered any blame on me, I'll come back and finish what she wanted me to." With those parting words he untied me and left me standing there. Covered in blood and wearing just my shirt and underwear.

I contemplated just staying where I was and waiting for someone to find me. I knew if I had to make it to the clubhouse, id have to not get caught first. It was three miles, so I began walking. I walked on the tree line where I could easily duck away if someone were to pass by. My body hurt and was still bleeding. My joints were stiff from not being used in so long. I walked for about 2 hours before I had to stop and rest. My medical training had long kicked in and I knew I wasn't dying yet , but I would be seen if I didn't get to Jax. Jax. I'd get to see him soon. That was enough. I willed myself up. I had to take detours through town to avoid being seen by anyone. It must have been another 2 hours before I saw the glow of the Teller Morrow shop. That gave me enough momentum to keep moving. I got about 10 feet into the entrance and I just collapsed. I couldn't move anymore. I hoped someone was here, or would come in soon and see me. I'd get too cold to stay conscious for long. My head was killing me and my broken rib was protruding out much farther now. I sat there tucked into myself for almost half an hour before headlights washed over my face. I couldn't move, but I knew I would be getting help soon. The motorcycle cut off a few meters in front of me. I heard the helmet hit the ground, and footsteps fast approaching. I prayed that it was Jax.

"Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me?" It was the Scottish member. He transferred in a little before I left.

"Jax! Jax!" he yelled. "Oh fuck, hang on darling, I'll get more help." With that he was gone. But with a promise to bring Jax, or at the last help, with him.

It didn't take long before I heard footsteps again, this time there were two sets.

"What the fuck is this?" I could have smiled at his crassness. I was elated to hear his voice, but stunned too. It was deeper but still help the same note of authority it always had.

"I don't know. I pulled into the shop and she was curled up against the building. Do you think we know her?" The scottsman asked.

I was starting to lose myself when I heard Jax talking, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. Before I knew it I was being touched. I flinched instinctively.

"No! Don't touch me! I was Jax! Jax!" The silence only lasted a beat before he came over and picked me up. He took me inside and laid me on the couch. He went to the back and I heard banging and his voice saying there was an emergency.

All the men had converged into the room and then the door swung open. I looked up and straight into Gemma's eyes.

"Brother. Jax you alright? What is it?" the scott asked. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Gemma to see how he had reacted.

"It's the past freight training through his heart." Gemma replied. Murmurs could be heard. "It's Tara."

She looked absolutely enraged, and a little scared. Jax began giving out orders to his other brothers.

I heard Donna's voice and I looked up at her. She had two small children with her and she looked good. Family and club life suited her. Opie spoke next telling Jax how on display I was. I was thankful for Opie most at that moment.

Jax instructed more things and told Gemma to come too. For a friendly face. I snorted.

"Yeah, friendly. Let Gemma come, she can see what happens when hate clouds judgment." Everyone turned to Gemma. She responded she'd wait out here and was gone in a flash. My guess is she was running away.

Jax took me back to his room at the clubhouse. Donna was washing the dirt and the blood off me. Her sad, strangled voice cut through the silence.

"Tara, what happened?"

Opie admonished her slightly, trying to save me again. Op, the saint.

"No, it's okay. I was being kept at a house in Lodi." I told them about being dropped off at the sign and walking here, but didn't mention Josh specifically. Jax pleaded with me.

"Who did this Tara? Please tell me who. I need to make this right. You're still family and no one messes with family." My heart broke at hearing him call me family. I was at one point, but could I be now? I began falling deeper into myself. Before I lost consciousness, I was able to say what was most important.

"Ask your mother."

And then it was black.

A/N: Extremely special thanks to elbeewoods, wishuy, and xshynenstarx for being so responsive to this story! It's my first and the feedback, both good and bad, help me out a lot.