They raped her. Those sick sons of bitches had raped his niece. They were gonna pay deeply. Opie didn't give a damn if he even had to off them himself. He held the sobbing girl in his lap like she was a baby again. He couldn't stand seeing her like this, especially when he couldn't do anything about it just yet. He knew at that moment he had to be strong for her. It was definitely enough to push him off the edge, but someone had to be there for her. Opie's whole foundation was cracked down the middle and now it was crumbling to the ground.
"Harlie, you have to tell your mom." Opie frowned.
"I.. I don't know how.." Harlie whispered, her voice broken. Her mom had enough to worry about. Bringing the guys home safe was their number one priority.
He stayed silent and just held her. He never thought this would ever happen. The retaliation was going to immediate and harsh. The hardest part was going to be getting Clay to rationalize and plan it out. Zobelle never made mistakes and they had learned that the hard way. But, Opie wanted to kill him. He wanted to rip him to pieces. "She has to know.."
"You know how she is. She's going to try to blame herself. Anyway she can." Harlie lifted her head and leaned it on his shoulder. It felt like she was lifting a two ton brick. She just felt so numb. But at the same time she felt so much lift off her shoulders.
"I know.." Opie ran a hand down his face.
"What's gonna happen?" Harlie mumbled.
"You know what's gonna happen.." He sighed.
"You have to convince them to wait. If you don't.." She shook her head, wiping her eyes. What was gonna happen when Happy found out? Would he still want her? She felt even more fragile than she did before. She felt broken. The guys had to own their pussy and hers had been violated. She almost felt embarrassed to them.
"You might have to do that yourself, baby.." The guys wouldn't listen to him, but maybe they would listen to her.
"I'm afraid, Opie.." Harlie choked out, her hands clenching his shirt. "What if something happens to one of you guys? Just because of me.."
"Hey, look at me.." He put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up. "None of this is your fault. They wanted us to do something. They wanted to find some way to bring us down."
"I just feel like what happened with Chibs wouldn't have happened if I had told someone! What if had been you? Or my dad?" Or Happy. He was all she could think about. He was on her mind 24/7 and she didn't want it any other way. She felt like she wasted so much time on Juice. It still hurt her to see him with other girls or to think about him being with them, but that feeling was starting to fade out. Jealousy started to set in when she saw Happy take a sweetbutt back to his room. She wanted to be the one in his bed, but she knew it couldn't happen. The guys would kill him.
"C'mon, lets get you to bed." Opie carried her to her bedroom.
"Aryans put out the word. Us white boys are on our own." Jax looked around the court yard, noticing all the Aryan ink that just happened to be keeping an eye on them.
"Yeah," Bobby leaned back. "That's Zobelle tapping into the shot callers."
Clay sat down across from Bobby, sighing. "Rosen thinks the case is being tied up. It'll be a while before it sees a court room."
"Without a color crew, we ain't gonna make it to trial." Happy popped his knuckles, looking down at Clay. He was distracted. His head wasn't where it should be. He was worried about what was going on the outside. What if something happened to Harlie? He watched Juice closely, trying not use all his energy yo beat the shit out of him.
"Yeah, well.." Clay glanced over at Jax. "This heard could use a little thinnin'."
Bobby scoffed. "It's not his fault we're here."
"So, what? It's mine?" Clay snapped angrily.
"We all voted on it." Bobby pointed out.
"I'm working on getting us some friends." Clay said calmly, looking down at his feet.
"Goddamnit.." Krys walked into the office garage, slamming the door. "That's bullshit! Seven figure bail, no court date. They're doin' this shit on purpose."
"Rosen said they had security tapes." Tara frowned, following Krys inside with Gemma behind her.
"We gotta figure something out." Gemma sat down behind the desk. "I can post the house.."
"Yeah, my dad's too.." Tara nodded.
"You heard what he said.. That would only get out Clay and Jax. Clay won't leave them in there unprotected." Krys took her cigarettes from her purse. Fuck it, she needed one. She was scared to death she'd never see Clay again.
"Wait, I think I know who could help.." Gemma spoke up.
"Oswald.." Krys stared outside, taking in the empty clubhouse. "He owes us.."
"Quiet day in Charming." Deputy Hale smirked, making his way into Unser's office.
"Yeah, guess it is." Unser shrugged, looking up at Hale. "You need something?"
"Nah, just taking in peace." Hale took a look out the window. "I guess Zobelle doesn't make mistakes."
Unser stood up from his desk and closed his office door. "He made one."
"What are you talkin' about?" Hale raised an eyebrow.
"What I'm about to tell you never leaves this office." Unser narrowed his eyes at Hale. He nodded. "Remember that abandoned car we were tipped off about?"
"Yeah, the black Honda.." Hale sat down across from Unser.
"It did belong to Harlie Morrow. I found her in that warehouse.. Beaten. And raped." Unser shook his head. "By Weston. They wanted to bring down the club and they though the best way was to crack it's foundation. Those guys live for that girl, but she never told anyone. She knew it was a bad idea.."
"Holy shit," was all Hale knew to say. "When SAMCRO finds out, Charming's gonna turn into a war zone"
"Zobelle made one big mistake."
Harlie was worried about Opie. After the other night, she was afraid he would snap. He had been on the edge for months and this was enough push him off. She was glad school was out for the weekend. She needed it. It had been a long week. She was doing her best to keep her grades up, but lately they had been slipping. Her A's dropped to B's, and so on.
As she opened her car door, she noticed a bag sitting in the passenger seat. 'Sherman's Men Store,' was printed across the front. She raised an eyebrow and picked up the bag. When she looked inside, she felt the nausea kick in again. She pulled the mask out of paper bag with trembling hands. She instantly looked around outside. She grabbed the glock from the glove bix and shoved it in her purse. Her whole body was trembling now. She shoved the mask up under her seat, trying to calm down. She felt like her heart was going 100 miles per hour.
When she pulled up to the garage, she was feeling a little bit better. She took a few deep breaths before stepped out of the car.
"Hey, sweetheart." Gemma smiled, walking over to her."I want you to ride with me somewhere."
Harlie blinked. "Uh, yeah. Where?"
"I gotta go talk to someone and I just feel like you should go."
The words of the Hymn were beautiful. They caught Harlie's attention quickly. She wiped the tears that were threatening to fall. Now she understood why Gemma had asked her to tag along. She wanted Harlie to talk to Tristan Oswald. The girl stepped down from the choir stand. "Hi, Tristan.." Elliot Oswald was her dad's 'get out of jail free' card.
"Oh, hi." Tristan looked up at her.
"How you been?" Harlie asked, sitting down on one of the pews.
"Better." Tristan smiled, taking a seat beside her.
"I.. I know what you went through.." She said quietly, pushing her hair behind her ear. "I'm so sorry that happened to you."
"I'm healing." Tristan kicked her feet back and forth.
"Yeah, me too.."
"What do yo.. Oh." Tristan looked over at her, frowning. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
"No, I'.. I'm fine." Harlie wrapped her arm around Tristan's shoulder.
"You're not a victim.." Tristan said gently. "You're a survivor."
Those words hit her head on. She was right. Harlie wasn't a victim, she was survivor.
"Hey, I'm gonna head up to the hospital.. I wanna see Chibs." Harlie stood up from behind the desk.
"Alright, baby.." Her mom said. She could tell Krys had the weight of the world on her shoulders.
"Well, actually.. Can we talk?" Harlie frowned, biting her lip.
"Of course.." Krys closed the file cabinet. Harlie took the folders from her mother's hand. "What are you doing?"
"You'll need to sit down.." Harlie double checked that both doors were locked. She felt the lump growing bigger and bigger in her throat.
"Harlie.." Krys said with growing concern.
"My car accident.. It wasn't a car accident, mom.." Harlie told Krys, not looking up at her. "T-That night.. I-I.." This was harder than she thought. "I-I was attacked.."
"Oh, my god!" Krys's eyes were the size of saucers. "Did one of them hurt you?"
"Of course not.." Harlie mumbled. "It was Z-Zobelle and W-Weston.." It almost made her sick to say the names.
"They beat you?" Krys was disgusted. What sick bastards would go after a sixteen year old?
Harlie nodded slowly. "And.. raped me.." She whispered, the tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. "H-He told me to give dad a message.. He told me if I didn't, he would do it again.. But, it wasn't just him. There were two more.."
Krys wrapped her daughter in her arms and cried with her. "My baby.." She whispered, stroking her hair. She felt herself grow angry quick. She couldn't even protect her own daughter. She wanted to kill them. She wanted them to suffer.
"I-It's a-all my fault.." Harlie sobbed against her mom's shoulders.
"Don't you dare think any of this on you.." Krys whispered into her hair. "Baby, I can't believe this happened.."
"I-I'm sorry I didn't tell you, momma.." Harlie whimpered. Krys felt her heart break as her daughter cried.
"Shh.." Krys kissed Harlie's forehead. They both jumped when they head a knock on the door. Krys unlocked the door as Elliot Oswald stepped inside. "Elliot!"
"Krys.." Elliot nodded towards her. "Should I go?" He asked, looked over at Harlie.
"No, no.. Stay. It's gotta be something important.." Krys dried her eyes. "What's going on?"
"I called Rosen. Posted bail a few hours ago.." Elliot said. "Promise to keep them out of trouble until after the trial."
"I'll tie them all up if I have to!" Krys exclaimed.
"Okay." Elliot chuckled lightly, turning for the door.
Krys grabbed his arm. "Thank you so much.."
"Thank Tristan. And your daughter." He looked over to Harlie. "Good night."
Krys, Gemma, Tara and Harlie sat around the office, anxious for the guys to be home. All their nerves were on end. Everyone of them was fidgeting somehow. Harlie was the only was who was afraid. How was she gonna tell them? She knew now she had no other choice. They had to know or this would happen again, but worse. She saw her mother jump up and head for the door before she ever saw the headlights of the van. She dove for the door, rushing outside in time to see them all step out of the van.
Harlie gasped when she Clay step out of the van. Him and Jax started in different directions. She knew exactly what happened. One of them had started a fight. They both looked like shit. Her father was stopped when Krys threw her arms around him. The scene touched her, seeing her parents together. Her eyes looked over all the guys, stopping when her eyes found Happy. Her knees went weak when he walked over to her. "Hey, kid.." She wrapped her arms around him, her tears returning.
"Why you cryin'?" Happy asked, returning her embrace tenderly. When she didn't respond, he just held her. That's all he could do. He wanted break whoever made her cry in half.
Harlie's knees finally gave out and she collapsed against his chest. He caught her quickly, frowning. He picked her up, cradling her like he would a child, and carried her inside.
Clay caught a glimpse of his daughter sobbing in Happy's arms. "Is she alright?" He yelled to Happy.
Happy shrugged, continuing down the hall.
"In the morning.. We have something to discuss. Not just you and me, but all the guys. " Krys frowned down at Clay, wrapping her arms around his neck. This is what Harlie would want, she knew it. Even if it wasn't, Krys couldn't keep this from Clay. She wanted justice for her daughter. Not only justice, she craved blood.
AN: WOO! It's done. :) It was tearjerker to write. I'm sorry it took so long! First, I had a paper, Then, I got sick. But, here it is! Tell me what you think.