I know this is a quick update, but I wanted to get one more done before my finals started. I unfortunately have to take the SAT next weekend and I'm dreading it. I'll try to get one more up this week.(: Let me know what you think! I love your reviews. Ps. I'm thinking there's only gonna be about ten chapters left, but I'm not sure. It just depends on how it plays out. Could be more, could be less. And there will definitely be a sequel.

It had been two weeks and Happy was finally out of the hospital. Harlie avoided the clubhouse as much as possible. She spent most of her time packing. It broke her heart even more knowing that she was hurting her mom by leaving, but she had to go. Charming was a small town. One that couldn't contain her emotions anymore. She needed new scenery. She would be happy to see Donut, Daren, Glenn and his Old Lady. They were her other family.

"Are you sure about this?" Krys asked, helping Harlie pack up the last of her clothes. Harlie could hear the sadness in her voice.

"It's for the best.. Koz'll take care of me." Harlie smiled over at her mom, wrapping her arms around her. "I love you, Mom.." She whispered.

"I love you too, baby girl." Krys said quietly, stroking her daughter's hair. "You've had to grow up too fast and I'm sorry for that. I wish I could've protected you more.."

"We all have to grow up some time." Harlie sighed. "Maybe it was better that it was now and later."

"I'm proud of you, sweetheart." Krys looked up at her daughter. "You're beautiful, you're smart, and you're gonna make it. I promise."

"Mom.." Tears slid down Harlie's cheeks. "I'm sorry for the position I put you in."

"What do you mean?" Krys wiped her tears away.

"I-I know you and Dad aren't talking.." Harlie started, but was cut off.

"Don't worry about me, honey. I can take care of your dad. I have for twenty years." Krys kissed Harlie's forehead.

"I know.." Harlie mumbled, looking at the floor. "Can you do something for me?"

"What is it?" Krys asked.

"Give this to Hap.." Harlie grabbed his hoodie off her bedpost, taking in his scent one last time.

"I can't do that." Krys walked to her daughter's door. "You gotta do that one yourself.." She closed the door behind her.

Harlie sat down on her bed, taking in the emptiness of her bedroom. The orange walls were bare and her bed was covered by her duffel bags. She placed all her pictures and her camera in the glove-box of her car. She couldn't risk anything happening to those.

She took a deep breath and stepped out into the hall. Her parents light conversation floated down the hall. From the corner of her eye she could see Clay with his arms around Krys. Again, the tears found her eyes. Why was she crying? It's not like she was moving across the country. She would come visit as much as possible and on holidays. "Uh, hey.." She cleared her throat, walking into the kitchen.

Clay didn't even look in her direction. "I gotta go.." He kissed Krys's lips, heading out the doors.

"He hates me.." Harlie sat down at the kitchen table, running her hands through her hair.

"Don't even think that.." Krys grabbed a soda from the fridge. "He loves you more than you'll ever begin to know."

Harlie scoffed. "Whatever you say. I gotta swing by the clubhouse, wanna go?" She asked, hoping her mom would say yes. She couldn't face Happy alone.

"Not today. I have a bunch of things around the house I need to get done." Krys popped open the can. "You'll be okay.."

Harlie nodded quietly, grabbing her keys off the table. She was stopped by her mom's words. "You're more like your dad than you think, sweetheart. Trust me on that." She started to respond, but stopped herself. She knew it was true. "Bye, Mom.."

Harlie pulled up at the clubhouse, scanning the outside for Happy. She caught the sight of his bike, making it a point to park on the other side of the lot. She grasped the hoodie in her hand, closing her eyes. This hoodie brought her comfort through so many things, but it had to go. She stepped out of her car, smiling when she saw Opie walking out of the clubhouse.

"Hey there, gorgeous." He wrapped his big arms around her, lifting her off the ground. He was her teddy bear.

"Hey." Harlie laughed as her feet touched the ground.

"How have you been?" He asked, leaning back against his bike.

"Do you even have to ask" She sighed.

"He's been just as miserable as you." Opie pointed out, lighting a cigarette. He offered it Harlie.

She shook her head. "Why are you telling me this?"

"I thought you would like to know." Opie shrugged.

"No, I'm good." Harlie responded. "Is he here?"

"Yeah, he's playing pool with Tig." Opie took a long drag off the cigarette, tossing it to the ground.

"Wanna give him something for me?" Harlie gave him her best puppy-eyed look.

"Don't think so, shortie." He pushed in the direction of the clubhouse.

Harlie frowned back at Opie, taking hesitant steps inside the clubhouse. The smell of cigarette smoke and booze hit her head on, almost knocking her back. She looked over in Happy's direction, noticing his arm around some ugly Pamela Anderson wannabe.

She was frozen in place and had nothing to cushion the blow. She wanted to run screaming and crying, but on the other hand she wanted to wrap her hand around the bitch's neck. She finally got the feeling back in her legs. She rushed down the hall to the bathroom. The initial blow was over, but the aftermath was a different story. She gripped the sides of toilet, cringing at the sound of her lunch leaving her stomach.

"Harlie?" She heard a voice outside the door, relieved it was only Tig. Damnit. She forgot to lock the door. She heard the door open and him walk inside. He kneeled beside her, grabbing her hair out of her face. "Goddamnit.. Are you alright?"

Harlie slowly raised her head up, nodding slowly. She stood up with Tig's help, rinsing her mouth out.

"Hurts, don't it?" Tig said, leaning against the wall.

"Don't, just don't.. Last time, this didn't end well." Harlie turned towards the door. "I'm sorry for that.. Last time.." She left, closing the door behind her.

Harlie walked inside Happy's dorm room, taking a look around. Nothing had changed. Nothing had even been cleaned up. Her clothes were still in his face floor. She was reluctant to pick them up, thinking some nasty bitch had been sleeping in them.

For reason Harlie could not explain, she began cleaning up. She first started with the clothes on the floor, throwing them into a pile in the corner of the room. Next came the nightstand. She tossed the box of condoms into the drawer beside the bed.

She couldn't bring herself to make the bed. She just stared down at it, wishing every memory she had would just disappear. She folded up the hoodie and laid it in the middle of the bed. She grabbed a scrap piece of paper off the desk by the bed. It's for the best, she wrote. She placed it on top of the hoodie and walked out.

"What are you doing?" She heard Happy's gruff voice behind her. She felt her heart skip a beat.

"Nothing." She answered, starting to walk around him.

"Don't walk away from me.." Happy caught her by her wrist, making sure not to hold it too tight. "I heard you're leavin'."

"Yeah." Harlie pulled away from him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Happy reached to touch her cheek, but his hand was smacked away.

"Stop." Harlie warned, her heart speeding up.

He took a step back, seeing Tig step out into the hallway. "Problems?"

"No.." Harlie glanced up at Tig. "None at all.." She gathered herself up before walking back down the hall.

"I can't believe you're going." Krys handed Harlie another duffel bag, watching her daughter pack up her car.

It was finally here, she was really going. Not alone, of course, but with an escort of ten. Tig, Juice, Opie, Jax, Chibs, Donut, and a few Nomads. She told her mom she didn't need that many, but she wasn't gonna listen. It was pointless. Krys told her Clay wasn't letting her go anywhere without protection.

"We've already covered this, Mom." Harlie laughed, sliding the last bag into the trunk. "Ready to go to breakfast?" Krys and Gemma decided was a good idea for everyone to get together before they all headed out. Harlie was glad to know the guys would be staying for a few days, helping her get settled in.

They both stepped into the clubhouse, smiling. It was completely packed. The smell of pancakes, maple syrup, scrambled eggs, and bacon filled the air.

Harlie didn't realize how hungry she was until she heard her stomach growl. "Let's eat!" She smiled, being the first to grab a plate. She tensed up as Clay stepped behind her in line.

"Hand me a plate?" He asked. It was the first thing he had said to her in weeks.

"Uh, sure.." Harlie handed him back a plate, not even bothering to look back.

Clay sighed, touching her shoulder. He started to say something, but Harlie stopped him. "Don't." She snapped, jerking away from him.

"Harlie, goddamnit.. Just listen to me." The whole clubhouse went quiet, looking in their direction.

"Why? So you can tell me how much of a whore I am?" She turned to face him. "So you can tell me I'm not leaving? Well this is your fucking wake up call. I'm out of here. You won't have to worry about me fucking up your club anymore." All the things she had been dying to say just poured out of her mouth. She felt the tears pouring down her cheeks. She threw her plate in the trash, rushing out the door.

Krys started to go out after her, but Kozik stopped her. "Let me go." He frowned. "Maybe she'll listen to me.."

"Alright." Krys wrapped her arms around Kozik. "Thank you.. You have no idea how bad she needs this.."

"You know I'd do anything for her." Kozik said, walking outside. He found Harlie sitting out in her car, crying into the sleeves of her jacket. "Hey, doll. Come on out.." He knocked on the window then opened the door. "C'mere.." He helped her out, holding her in his arms.

"I-I d-didn't mean t-to say those things.." Harlie whispered, trying to calm down.

"You couldn't help it. Trust me. I know." Kozik sighed. "Want me to get you some food?"

"Please?" She looked up at him. "I don't wanna go back in there."

"Alright.." Kozik kissed her forehead, taking in her green eyes. He knew he was starting to feel deeper things for her. The girl had been through so much over the past few months and he wanted to keep her safe. He didn't want her with Happy. Hell, he didn't want her with himself. She was beautiful and perfect in his mind.

She resembled Krys more than Clay, but you knew she was Clay's daughter. She was dangerous. Even if she didn't know it yet. "I'll be back." He said, walking into the clubhouse.

Harlie watched as Kozik made his way back into the clubhouse. She never believe in fairy tales, but he was her knight in shining armor. He was taking her away from a place that had caused her a great amount pain. No one knew what went on inside her head. She made everyone think she was okay, like the rape had never happened, but she couldn't let go of the memories. They still haunted her. They always would. She looked up just in time to see Happy leaving the clubhouse, heading in her direction.

Her initial reaction was to run, but she stood her ground. Pretending she didn't see him.

"What was all that?" Happy asked, talking about what had gone inside.

"Nothing." She replied simply.

"Alright.." Happy pulled his cigarettes from his pocket, placing one in his mouth.

"Happy, why are you out here?" Harlie looked up at him, trying to hide the fact that she missed him. Not talking to him was driving her crazy. She needed him. He was her strength, her savior.

"Just wanted to talk." Happy blinked, not expecting the question.

"Since when do you wanna talk?" Harlie snapped, taking the cigarette form him. She threw it to the ground, stomping it out. "You need to quit. It's a nasty habit."

"Yeah, whatever.." Happy scoffed irritably. "Have fun in Tacoma." He turned his back to her, starting to return to the clubhouse.

"Guess I'll see ya around.." Harlie shrugged, ignoring his comment.

"Sure, kid."

When it was finally time to head out, Harlie wasn't sure if she could do it. She looked around at the people who were her family. Krys, Clay, Juice, Bobbby, all of them. She couldn't believe she was really leaving.

Out of all of them, it was Kenny who ran to her. He wrapped his arms around her legs. "Please, don't go.."

"Hey.." Harlie kneeled down, wrapping her arms around him. "I'll be back to visit soon."

"Tomorrow?" He asked, sniffling.

"No, buddy. I'm sorry." She kissed his cheek. "I'm promise I'll be back soon."

"O-Okay.." He kissed her cheek, running back over to Lyla.

Harlie smiled through her tears, walking over to Lyla and Ellie. She hugged Lyla close, closing her eyes. "He needs you, take care of him." She whispered, looking back to Opie.

"I will." Lyla smiled. "Call anytime. I'm here if you need me."

"Bye, Ellie." Harlie hugged her little cousin close, kissing her hair. "I love you, babe."

"I love you too." Ellie smiled.

Bobby stepped up to her. "Don't I get hug, baby doll?"

"Of course!" Harlie threw her arms around him, kissing his cheek. "I love you, Bobby."

"There's some grass in your bag." He whispered, smiling. "I love you too, Princess. Be careful."

Harlie looked back at her escort, laughing. "I got ten of the best guys riding behind me. I'll be fine."

"Call me the moment you get there." He chuckled, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"Here.." Piney opened his arms for her. She didn't realize how much she was gonna miss him.

"Hey, Pops.." Harlie leaned her head on his shoulder. "I'm gonna miss you so much." She looked up at him.

"You'll be fine, baby." Piney kissed her forehead. "Godddamn. You're all grown up, making me feel old."

"Piney, you are old." Harlie laughed.

"Yeah, yeah.. Watch it." Piney released her. "Now go say goodbye to your mother."

"I'm goin'.." Harlie ran over to Krys, giving her one last hug. "Bye, Momma." She whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too, Harlie Grace." She wiped a few tears from her eyes. "Take care of yourself."

"I'll be fine. I learned from the best." She smiled. "I'll call you when I stop to get gas."

"Alright, baby." Krys smiled shakily.

Harlie looked up at Clay, frowning. "I'm sorry.. About what I said."

Clay cleared his throat, looking down at his boots. "It's okay.." He slid his hands in his back pockets, eyes widening when he felt Harlie wrap her arms around him. "I love you, baby girl."

"I love you too, Daddy." Harlie kissed his cheek, pulling her keys from her back pocket. "You ready, guys?" She glanced back at the guys standing by their bikes.

"All set." Kozik grinned. "Let's get a move on." He slid his arms around Harlie's shoulders.

Harlie looked back at Happy and sighed. "Let's go." She got in the car slowly, looking back in her mirror. It was finally time to leave Charming, California behind her. She pulled out of the parking lot, the therapeutic sounds of the motorcycles following behind her.