AN: Sorry I sort of fell of the face of the Earth for a while! I've had so much going on. School started back and I've been drowning in homework ever since. But, now the new season has started and inspiration is back! I have some awesome ideas for you guys.(:

"On the first page of our story
the future seemed so bright
then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
even angels have their wicked schemes
and you take that to new extremes
but you'll always be my hero
even though you've lost your mind.."

One Month Later:

Krys walked into her kitchen, sitting the groceries down on the table. The house seemed so empty without Harlie in it. She glanced down noticing Clay's keys and his gun on the table. She blinked. He was never home during the middle of the day. She grabbed his gun off the counter, making her way down the hall. "Clay?" She yelled.

"In here." His voice was so calm she could barely tell where it was coming from. She stopped in front of Harlie's bedroom and turned the door knob. She opened it to see her husband sitting in their daughter's bedroom floor, a box of Harlie's baby stuff spread out on the floor.

"Hey, baby.." Krys leaned against the door, laying the gun on the dresser. "Everything alright?"

"I fucked up, Krys," Clay confessed, picking up Harlie's old teddy bear.

"Honey.." She sat down on the floor beside him, wrapping her arms around him. "You didn't mean to.." She kissed his cheek.

"I miss her." Clay frowned up at her. This was something she has never seen. He never admitted his mistakes, he had too much pride.

"I know you do, baby.." She stroked his cheek, frowning. "You never meant to say those things and neither did she." For the first time since her sister-in-law's death, she held her husband in her arms. She loved him so much and would be lost without him.

"What do I do about Happy?" Krys raised an eyebrow; Clay never came to her for advice. It was usually his way or the highway. "I wanna kill him.." He confessed.

"We.. We can't do anything, Clay. I can't see her in the state she was in after," She took a deep breath," the rape. We need to let her fight this battle herself. I'm not exactly thrilled about it either.."

"He requested a transfer. Wants to go Nomad again." Clay watched his wife's fingers play with the rings on his hand. Her fingertips traced the outline of his wedding ring.

"Then grant it. We both know Quinn'll take him back." Krys kissed his knuckles, massaging his large hand in her much smaller one.

"What about Harlie?" He asked, squeezing her hand.

"She can take care of herself, Clay. If she's anything like the two of us." Krys whispered, kissing his cheek. "C'mon, baby.. I'll make us dinner."

"Hey, I got it this time." Clay stood up, pulling his wife up with him.

"Call Harlie first.." Krys looked up into his eyes. "For me."

"I love you." Clay placed a kiss on her forehead before walking from the room.

"I gotta head out soon." Happy sat down on Kozik's couch, sliding a folded envelope in his back pocket. He hadn't mentioned to her that he might be transferring charters again. It wasn't time. He ran a hand over his head, taking a sip of the soda Harlie left sitting on table.

"Alright.." Harlie didn't want him to go. She sat down beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes when she felt his hand on her arm.

"You alright, doll?" Happy looked down at her. He was still a little pissed she wouldn't sleep with him. It was like someone had flipped a switch or something.

"Yeah, just tired.. It's been a long week." She kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger on his cheek.

Happy slid his arm around her waist, pulling her up into his lap. He smirked watching her blush. He loved it when she blushed. "You match your hair." He chuckled, earning himself a smack on the arm.

"Asshole." Harlie laughed, sliding her arms around his neck. She sighed quietly feeling his lips make their way slowly down her neck. "Hap…" She whispered as his hands slid up the back of her shirt.

"No one ever said I was a nice guy, baby." Happy whispered, unsnapping her bra. He had to have her at least once before he left. He rolled his eyes when Harlie pulled away from him. "Harlie.."

"No, Hap.. I told you. I'm just not up for it." Harlie stood up as Happy grabbed her arm.

"Oh, c'mon." He sighed. "It's not like I'm asking you to marry me or some shit.."

"I just don't want to." She winced as Happy grabbed both of her wrists in one hand. He crushed his lips into hers, pushing her up against the wall. He moved his knee up between her thighs, his free hand moving up her shirt.

She struggled and tried to kick him off, but nothing seemed to work. She felt the tears rolling down her cheeks. No, no.. He promised this would never happen. When Happy parted her lips, she took her chance, biting down roughly on his tongue. The taste of his blood spread through her mouth.

"What the fuck?" Happy released her wrists, spitting blood onto the carpet.

Harlie sighed in relief despite the purple bruises starting to form around her wrists. She slid down the wall to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. She closed her eyes as she started to hyperventilate.

His actions hit him harder than an explosion. "Oh, shit.. Harlie.." He reached down to pull her up, but his hand was roughly smacked away. He could see the fear in her eyes. What had he done?

"No!" She yelled. "Fuck you!" She slowly tried to stand, grabbing onto Happy's jeans to pull her up.

Happy scooped her up into his arms, holding her close. He held her head against his shoulder.

"Happy.." Aimee said, walking into the living room. "I think it's time you left." She crossed her arms. "They're expecting you at the clubhouse." She had been standing in the doorway the whole time. She'd never seen Happy act that way around Harlie. Something was wrong.

Happy nodded, placing Harlie on the couch. He leaned down to kiss her lips, but she turned away from him. "I'll call you.." He looked back and forth between them before leaving the room.

Aimee rushed over to Harlie, wrapping her arms the girl. "Baby girl.." She whispered as she felt Harlie's tears on her shoulder. "It's alright.."

"H-He said.. He said he wouldn't.." Harlie cried, clutching her aunt's shoulder. He'd broken his promise. Her nightmares flashed back into her mind as she felt her foundations crack a little bit more.

"Come on, honey.." Aimee stroked her hair soothingly. "Let's go get you cleaned up." She frowned. "The guys are gonna be here soon."

Harlie nodded, slowly standing up. She used to the arm of the couch to hold herself up before she fully regained her balance. Nothing was going to be the same. In her head, she'd slipped back into the condition she thought she'd overcome. She tried to push her thoughts away.

It was Saturday night, the night Koz, Glenn, Aimee, Donut, and Darren all sat around and played poker. She usually just sat in the back and watched. She'd never been much of one for poker. She'd been looking forward to this all week. Plus, it was her last weekend before started her senior year at a new school. Many of her other teachers had always worried she'd never had many other friends from school, only Sierra, and that's only when Sierra didn't have anyone else to talk to. She was looked down upon all because of her family. When she was in elementary school she remembered a few times when they wouldn't even let her leave with Tig or Bobby. They were all always surprised when Harlie made good grades. It was like they expected her to come to school decked out in all leather with sleeves of tattoos and piercings.

"What are we gonna make to eat?" Aimee asked, going through Kozik's cabinet. "Jesus Christ, how much take out do you and Koz eat?" She laughed, finally opening the freezer. There was a bag of chicken nuggets, hot wings, and microwave burritos.

"All the time. We like to mix it up a bit sometimes." Harlie gave her a sarcastic grin. "I need to go to the grocery store soon. I've been meaning to.."

"We'll go tomorrow. Let Mama Aimee teach ya to grocery shop." Aimee lit a cigarette, staring out the window. She always seemed to know when the guys were coming and like clockwork, all four bikes pulled into the driveway. Kozik lived more on the outskirts of Tacoma, but only about fifteen minutes away from the clubhouse. The house wasn't huge by far, but it was perfect size for just the two of them. Even with Harlie staying there, it still looked like a hurricane had run through it.

She was lost in her head when she felt a hand touch down on her shoulder. She jumped, turning around to face Kozik. "D-Don't.." She said, taking a deep breath. She placed her hands on the counter closing her eyes.

"You okay, doll?" Kozik frowned as the others filed into the house. He stood in front of her so she was blocked from everyone else's view.

"Yeah, fine.." Harlie lied, giving him half of a smile before grabbing the guys some beers out of the fridge. The fridge was pretty pitiful too. Only beer, Oreos, and a gallon of milk. She laughed to herself as she closed the door. She sat them down in the middle of the table, grabbing the cards off the coffee table. They never played with chips, it was always money… Or food, and that was usually Koz and Donut.

The warmth that surrounded her was only making her colder. She reached up into the cabinet, pulling down the bottle of Jack Daniels and walked out onto the small back. It was so calm outside. It almost reminded her of Charming, in its own way. It was going to be a straight out of the bottle night, she knew it already.

Kozik watched her from the window, concerned etched into his features. Something was very wrong, but he knew better than to press her. It always just made it worse, she would tell in her own time. For now, he'd watch her.

Harlie woke up the next morning, the Earth spinning around her. She had only the faintest memory of being carried into her room by Kozik who was asleep beside her, who was still dressed in his jeans and boots from the night before. She rolled over onto her side and shut her eyes tightly, hoping everything would stop moving so fast. She honestly felt like she was dying. She sat up carefully, staggering to the bathroom as quickly as possible.

Kozik heard felt the rise and fall of the mattress as Harlie stood up. He blinked his eyes open, taking a look around the room. His head felt like it was going to explode. Waking up to the sound of his roommate's retching wasn't something he'd planned, but it sure as hell wasn't the first time. He walked into the bathroom, holding her hair back out of her face. "Morning." He grinned, earning a rough punch to knee from the girl on her knees in front of the toilet.

Harlie grabbed onto Kozik's front jeans pocket, steadying herself as her legs shook under her as she stood. She turned on the sink, rinsing her mouth out with some cold water.

"Someone had a little too much to drink." Kozik chuckled, watching her pull her hair up into a ponytail. There was a different look in her eyes this morning. It could've been the hangover playing tricks on his mind, but it wasn't. They seemed to be searching for something. She was missing her fire. It was as if she was a candle and the flame had finally burnt out. Happy had hurt her again, it finally clicked in his head.

"Yeah, yeah.." Harlie rolled her eyes, starting to brush her teeth. She had to get rid of the taste of alcohol and vomit. She'd bitter off more than she could chew with Happy, everyone was right. She had too much pride to admit, but in her gut, it was true. Stop thinking about it, she told herself, if you keep thinking about him you know what's going to happen.

"Breakfast?" Kozik asked, yawning. He flushed the toilet and zipped up his jeans. Harlie had been so lost in thought; she even missed him taking a piss.

"You're gonna cook?" Harlie raised an eyebrow.

"How about I go get us some breakfast from McDonalds?" He grinned, satisfied with himself. "You wanna go?"

"Gimme about ten minutes to get dressed." Kozik was such a goof, she couldn't help but laugh. She kissed him on the cheek before walking across the house to her bedroom. She opened up the top drawer of her dresser and laying on top of all her t-shirt was Happy's baggy SAMCRO: Men Of Mayhen t-shirt. He'd left it here a few nights ago. She thought for a quick second before tossing it onto her bed. She slid out of her clothes from the night before and jerked on a pair of jeans folded on her dresser. She pulled the baggy shirt over her head. She quickly put on her black Converse and grabbed her hoodie off the chair in front of her desk.

"Let's go!" Kozik shouted, grabbing the keys to his bike off the table.

Harlie groaned inwardly. He was being too loud and he knew it. She didn't understand how she was going to handle the bike, but oh well. "Coming!" She rushed out into the living room, still in the process of pulling on her hoodie.

Kozik and Harlie pulled up at the busy garage about thirty minutes later. As Kozik parked his bike, she noticed Happy's was still parked next J-Bird's. She took a deep breath, looking back in Koz's direction. He had stopped to talk to Glenn. He waved for her to go on in. Club business.

Harlie stepped inside hesitantly, scanning the bar for Happy. The Crow Eater she'd gotten a hold of a few months ago was cleaning up shot glasses and empty beer bottles. She smirked to herself. Her ear seemed to have healed fairly quickly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Happy standing in entrance to hallway. The Crow Eater sauntered over to him, only to be pushed out of the way when he caught the sight of Harlie standing across room. "Shouldn't you be cleaning?" He snapped to the girl before turning to walk back down the hall. Harlie didn't realize how much he cared about her.

He'd never meant to hurt her. Ever. He warned her he wasn't good for her. He told her multiple times, but she too stubborn to ever really hear him. Maybe she understood now, this had to stop. No matter what happened, he would always protect her.