It was about midnight and Harlie was exhausted as she pulled up to the stoplight in her old Honda Civic. She'd only had the car for a few months, but it was a piece of shit. She wanted a bike, but Clay had always told her no. Half the time the damn car barely worked and she drove Opie's truck. The light was taking forever, but she didn't have a time limit. Not tonight. She knew her parents were going to be staying the night at the clubhouse doing God knows what. Things she didn't wanna know about. She jumped as she heard a horn honking behind. She reached into her purse and gripped her knife in hair hand.
A woman with short blond hair knocked on her window. Harlie hesitantly rolled her window down.
"Help me! Oh, God! Please! Help me! My baby swallowed something, he's choking!" She screamed.
"Okay, okay.." Harlie let go of the knife and rushed over to her van. She leaned inside the van and pulled the blanket off the baby's carried. It was a baby doll. It was fucking baby doll. She turned to face the woman, but was struck in the back of the head roughly with something then everything went fuzzy.
Harlie regained consciousness when someone started pulling on the end of her jeans. She opened her eyes and couldn't see a thing, but she felt her wrists tied above her head and could hear someone talking. The chain link fence was pressing into the back of her thighs. "W-What's g-going on? W-Who are you?" Her eyes started to adjust to the dark and she could see three men in white masks standing in front of her. "Do you know who I am? Do you know what I can do to you?" She yelled.
"We want you to give a message to your daddy.." One of the men stepped forward. "Telling him to stop selling guns to the niggers and the wet backs. Or, we'll tell him about these.." He took an envelope from one of the other guys. He pulled out a picture of Harlie straddling Juice's waist in the back of her car. "We'll tell him how much of a whore you are.."
The other two guys started to pull her jeans off. "No! Stop! Please!" Harlie screamed, but she only earned a rough punch to her face. She swore she heard her nose snap. She could feel the hot blood pouring form her nose. She started to kick her legs and was able to hit one of the guys in the face. Another fist collided fer face, but this time it was to her cheek.
After they stripped her of her panties, they took her slowly and one at a time. When the first guy finished she tried to not feel anything. She tried as hard as she could to think about anything but the pain. Hot tears poured down her cheeks.
"Don't make us do this again.." The last one stepped up to her. She happened to get a good look at the tattoo on the top of his chest. The tattoo was burned into her mind.
After he finished, he released her wrists and let her fall to the floor.
Harlie just laid there and hugged her knees to his chest. She couldn't cry anymore and she could barely move. Her clothes were in a small heap on the floor. She tried to reach for her jeans, but her arms screamed in protest. Her breathing was labored and her body shook with dry sobs as she fell into a fitful sleep.
Hale stepped into Chief Unser's office. "Just got an anonymous call. Said there was a black Honda out by an abandoned warehouse. From the description it sounded like it belonged to Harlie Morrow. I figured you'd wanna check it out."
"I'll head out in a few minutes.." Unser looked up at Hale.
"Whoever called said that the person who owned the car wasn't anywhere to be seen.." Hale crossed his arms.
"Shit.." Unser stood up and grabbed his keys off his desk.
Unser pulled up to the scene and stepped out of his car. He took a look around the black Honda and noticed the pink Harley Davidson sticker on her back window. He pulled his gun from it's holster. "Harlie?" He yelled and walked up the steps.
Harlie was jolted awake by the sound of someone yelling her name. She had hoped she would wake up in her own bed and all that had happened would be a nightmare, but that wasn't the case. "C-Chief?" She rasped. "Cheif?" She tried again, but louder this time.
"Harlie.." He shot twice at the lock on the warehouse door and stepped inside. He as appalled when he saw Harlie wrapped in some dingy blanket on the cold cement floor of the warehouse. She looked like she'd been beaten and her clothes were laying in the floor. "Ah, shit.." He leaned down and picked her up.
Harlie wrapped the blanket around herself as he placed her in the front seat of the police car.
"You wanna talk about what happened?" He asked.
Harlie shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes.
"We gotta call your dad.." He reached for his phone.
"NO!" Harlie yelled though her voice was hoarse and cracked. "P-Please.."
"I can't keep this from him. You're a minor.." He flipped his phone open.
Harlie grabbed it from him, her whole body beginning to throb. "Unless you want Charming to go down in the history books tonight, you won't call him."
"Ya gotta tell me what happened.. I don't know how to help you if you don't tell me.." He touched her shoulder.
"What do you think happened?" Harlie whispered, her hands shaking.
"D-Did he ra-.."
"They.." She cut him off, pulling the blanket closer. "T-There were three.."
"Oh god, sweetheart.."
"I-I know who to call.." She mumbled, dialing Tara's number.
"Hello?" Tara answered sleepily.
"Tara, I-I need you t-to d-do something for me.." Harlie whimpered.
"Hold on.." She could hear Tara telling Jax she had to go."Okay, I'm back.. Harlie, where are you? What happened?"
"Meet me at your house?" She said quietly.
"Uh, yeah.. Gimme ten minutes.." Tara hung up.
Harlie winced as Tara wiped the cut on her cheek with an alcohol soaked cotton ball.
"What else did they do to you?" Tara asked, placing a bandage over the cut.
"Use your imagination.." Harlie mumbled.
"Oh, sweetheart.." Tara pushed her hair behind her ear. "I gotta get you to the hospital.."
"I can't go to the hospital.." Harlie sighed. "It'll show up on the records."
"I'll sneak you in the back.. Something else could be wrong and we wouldn't know.." Tara frowned. "Do you know if they used.. Protection?"
She shook her head.
"I can write you a prescription for this Plan B pill. It's an emergency contraceptive.."
"C-Can we just go?" Harlie said quietly.
"I'll work on covering this up. You just take care of her." Unser pulled his keys from his pocket and walked out.
"What's the damage?" Harlie asked, sitting up on the examination bed. She could finally feel it now and it hurt so bad she could barely do anything. She felt like a broken doll that nobody would want and would get buried at the bottom of the toy bin.
"Besides the broken nose, nothing too bad. Just a few tears that should heal up with some antibiotics." Tara slid off her gloves.
Harlie sighed. "Did you get me some clothes?"
"I'll go get the bag." Tara stood up and walked from the room as Unser walked in.
"I, uh... Set it up as a car crash." Unser sat down in one of the chairs.
"You did what?" Harlie snapped. "Did you crash my car?"
"I didn't see any other way to sell this, sweetheart.." Unser frowned. "I'll take whatever beating you wanna give me."
"Do my parents know?" She started to chew on her bottom lip.
"Actually, they're here. Clay, Krys, and all the guys.."
"I asked you not to say anything!"
"I had to tell Clay somethin'. They wanna see ya.."
"I-I can't. Not yet." She shook her head.
Tara walked back into the room, carrying some extra clothes Harlie had left at the clubhouse in her bag. "I got Jax to bring you these.."
Unser kissed Harlie's forehead. "If you need anyone to talk to, kid, I'm here for ya.." He walked out.
"Thanks, Chief.." Harlie smiled slightly.
"Your dad is freaking out and Juice really wants to see you." Tara frowned. "Well, they all wanna see you."
"O-Only my dad. I can't look at Juice yet. Not after what happened."
"I'll let them know. You just get dressed."
"Thank you, Tara. I didn't know what else to do.." Harlie frowned.
"It's alright, Harlie." Tara hugged her gently. "Just take care of yourself, alright?" She walked down the hall to the guys.
Harlie nodded, starting to get dressed. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a baggy Reaper Crew t-shirt that belonged to her dad.
"Harlie? Baby?" Clay asked as he poked his head around the corner.
"H-Hey, Daddy." Harlie didn't look up at him.
He leaned down to touch her cheek and she flinched away from him. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare ya."
"N-No, it's okay. I'm still a little jumpy.." Harlie shook her head.
"You gonna be okay, baby girl?" Clay kneeled beside her.
"Yeah, Dad. Just a few bruises. I'm fine." She smiled a little, looking over at him.
"You free to go?" He asked, touching her arm.
She felt herself tense up, but slowly relaxed. "Should be."
"C'mon. Lets get you home. You wanna ride with me or with your mom?"
"Mom." Harlie said quickly.
"Alright." He frowned. "Lets get you home." He helped her stand up and get into the wheelchair in the hallway. "Piney's gonna watch the garage for me."
"I'll be fine at home, Dad. I know you got club shit to take care of."
"I don't wanna leave you alone.." He stroked her hair.
"Let one of the guy's stay with me then." She shrugged.
"I'll think about it." He wheeled her out to the waiting room.
"Princess!" The guys yelled in unison, rushing over to her.
"We were worried about ya!" Chibs picked her up from the wheel-chair and spun her in a circle.
"Hey, hey.." Krys stood in front of them. "Be careful."
"I'm fine, Mom." Harlie smiled up at Krys.
"I need one of you guys to stay with Harlie for the rest of the day. I don't want her being alone." Clay crossed him arms. "Juice, you're on first shift."
Juice grinned. "No problem.." He looked down at Harlie, but frowned when she didn't look up at him.
Tara walked into the waiting room and smiled. "She seems to be ready to go. Everything's fine. No severe energy. She should help up quickly."
"Alright!" Half-Sack grinned, kissing her cheek.
Harlie winced and leaned away.
"Shit, sorry. I'm so sorry." He rambled.
"Sack, it's okay.." She rubbed her her cheek where the cut was.
"I'll escort her out." Tara smiled.
Krys pecked Clay's lips. "I'll bring the car around. Juice, come with me?"
"Yes, ma'am." Juice nodded, walking with her.
Krys pulled him over to a corner. "I'm trusting you to watch out for her. Something else is wrong, but I don't know what."
"I know, I'll watch her." Juice said gently.
"Don't you hurt her. I'm not afraid to hand you over to Clay if you do." Krys said threateningly.
"I'd rather be shot than hurt her." Juice said. It was the truth. He loved Harlie and he would do anything she asked him to. He would never hurt her, ever. And he'd kill anyone who did.
"Good." She kissed his cheek and handed him the keys. "Now, go get my car."
AN: So.. You know the drill. :) Tell me what you think!