They say that abandonment is a wound that never heals. I say only that an abandoned child never forgets.

Two girls. Two more children growing up in the life that he so desperately wanted us out of. Two more innocent souls that are at the will of a monster and his club. Damn. I wonder if he ever sits and thinks about us. Does raising those girls make him think of all that he missed out with us? Or does he release a grateful sigh? Two girls not destined to follow in his footsteps and repeat his actions, not unless they fall for men like him.

Abel tugged on his hoodie, pulling the hood over his head before he looked back at the bed. Bray and Thomas, fast asleep. It seemed to be only him that was bothered by the information. Two little girls. He shook his head. "Mother fucker." He growled under his breath before he let himself out of the small motel room and into the light of the raising desert sun.

"Fucking bastard." He shut the door behind him and fished his phone out of his pocket and finally powered it back on. Knowing he owed his mom a call. A simple check in to let her know they were alive and that they were more confused now than they were as children.

"Mom." He spoke softly into the phone. "Don't yell, we're all safe and alive."

"Abel, I will kill all three of you." Wendy growled. "What makes you think that I can't still beat your asses?"

"We went on an adventure." He chuckled. "Thomas needs this before he goes away to school. He's having fun and he's been writing a whole lot."

"I'm glad you three are okay. I just wish you three would have told me in person before taking off like thieves."

"I know, we'll be home soon and you can punish us then. I promise. I have to go though. I need to do my morning workout. I'm still on military time." He sighed. "Love you mom. I'll make sure Thomas calls you later." He ended the call before slipping his phone back into his pocket.

"Abe." Thomas walked up behind his brother. "You can't go on a run without me man."

"Need to clear my mind dude." He looked back at his younger brother. "The fucker has two kids that he raised after he abandoned us and let us and everyone think he was fucking dead. He didn't once think that he should look for us…"

"You don't think I thought about that?" Thomas sat down. "Abel, listen to me. He's a loser. That man has nothing going for him from what I can already tell. Mom gave us everything, so did Uncle Nero till he passed. We had great childhoods. I think it's hurting you more because you spent time with him, same with Tara and this club. We have to be rational with this shit. Don't get in your head. It's a fucked up situation. We just need to get more answers until we let him know exactly who we are. You hear me?"

"I found something on Jax." Bray walked out of the motel room. "You both fell asleep before I could show you." She held up a piece of paper. "Near fatal accident rocks Charming. Apparently your dad and a semi had a collision and after months in a hospital bed he somehow made it against all odds."

"What?" Abel grabbed the sheet of paper. "So, basically he was dead…"

"Not only that." She shook her head. "Tara had made a deal before she died I guess. All of the shit is open and out in papers. She was going to head into witness protection before she was murdered by Gemma Teller-Morrow."

"What?" Thomas looked up at Bray. "Our own grandmother killed our mom?"

"I guess so." She shrugged her shoulders before rubbing Thomas' back. "Take a deep breath and process it all. It's a lot to take in. Like a whole fucking lot."

Abel looked at the brunette before shaking his head slowly. "This town is fucked up, just like mom always told us it was. Jax was basically dead but he managed to make it, our grandma killed our other mom and now Jax is living some cookie cutter life with two kids? How fucking fair is that? Like he forgot about us, he probably doesn't even care about either of us and that's shitty as fuck man."

"Two girls, life took away his boys and cursed him with two girls." Bray nodded slowly. "Get out of your heads. We came on this adventure to get answers and for Thomas to write some kick ass book before he goes off to be a college boy. Are we backing out right now? Is this too emotional for us? I'm all for packing up and leaving this town. I'm here to support the both of you. Abel, I know you were here to support Thomas but I think you need just as much support as him, maybe even more."

"Ease up on the actual names." He cut her an annoyed glance before looking at his younger brother and taking his head into his hands before resting his forehead against his. "You say the word bro. Are we going to push forward and get more answers or are we heading back home?"

Thomas nodded slowly. "We're going to do this. We're going to push forward, we need all of the answers. I want to find out about the life we would've had, had everything turned out differently."

"Yay!" Bray hugged the brothers. "On with our adventure; well, you two go for your run, I'm going to curl up in bed. I need more sleep, especially now that you're both out of the room. I'll have peace and quiet, no god awful snoring."

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"What does one wear to a party at motorcycle clubhouse?" Bray tossed her clothes onto the bed before looking over at Thomas. "I want to steal Jax away from whoever he's married to. I don't even care."

"First of all no, secondly clothes." Thomas shook his head. "Abel! Did you take your medicine! I don't need you croaking on me."

"I took it." Abel walked out of the bathroom, buttoning up his flannel. "What? What are you two looking at?"

The younger brother laughed and nodded eagerly. "You look like him! You gotta get out of that flannel, it's such a trip Abel!"

"It's my only nice shirt." He shrugged. "I think I look good and lots of white guys wear these things. Maybe it'll be cool to trip the man out. I don't know Tommy, I'm so confused about everything right now."

"Wear one of my shirts." Thomas nodded slowly. "I have plenty of extras."

Abel shook his head slowly before waving his brother off. "I'm not changing out of my shirt. It's already buttoned up and I'm not going through the trouble of taking it off." He huffed as he dropped to the bed and looked over at Bray. "Leave Jax alone. Work out your daddy issues with someone else's dad. Not ours."

Bray looked at Abel and smirked. "Fine, whatever. You look like him anyways, it's only a matter of time before everything starts to fall into place and he realizes who you are and tries to find out what you came back to do. You two are here to do more than just gather shit for Thomas' book. You're here to see what would've been had you grown up with him."

"Probably dead." The man murmured. "You know, I was kidnapped by some crazy Irish dude when I was a kid. They didn't even tell actual police. They just went and did more criminal shit to get me back. Then to top it off, mom said that she thinks Jax had almost wanted to leave me with the Irish couple I was given to illegally."

"Abel could've been Irish, could've had a cool ass accent." Thomas patted his brother's back before he sat back down. "Look, our mom is our biggest fan and supporter. She's the one who always told us to embrace our dreams. We're lucky to have her in our life. I just wish I remembered what my biological mom was like. Yeah, mom showed me pictures and told me stories that she knew but it's not really the same. She had to say all of the nice shit. So, I wonder if there were any faults to her, ya know?"

"Yeah, her fault was that she stayed with Jax and didn't get out the moment she had the chance to get out." Abel glanced quickly at Thomas. "She got caught up in being his old lady and I think she lost herself in his life. She was a fucking doctor, a surgeon. She was fucking brilliant and I loved spending time at St. Thomas. It was cool, our mom was a doctor. Now, we got mom, she's badass too. She got out of this life. She made something of herself after all her shit that she went through and we got to grow up and make shit happen for ourselves. You're a college boy and I'm proud of you Thomas. So, whatever we do find out here, we gotta remember that we had a great fucking childhood. Mom, Uncle Nero, our geeky ass step dad. It's been nothing but good and Tara made that sacrifice for us."

Bray nodded slowly as she felt Thomas grab her hand and lace their fingers together. She knew when it came to being sentimental that Abel knew exactly what his younger brother needed and wanted to hear. He may have had the memories of Jax, Tara and the club but he wanted to make sure that Thomas knew that everything that had unfolded was for a reason. Tara didn't lose her life just for them to fall back into the Teller curse. "He's right, you know it. Her sacrifice lead to you two being raised by an amazing village. Jax may have not ended up dead but I'm sure he lives with more regret then he can handle."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm pissed off. He was supposed to be dead and he was supposed to be just a fucking memory. A headstone that we would touch or whatever." Abel looked between the pair. "I have to bear the fact that I have memories of this place and this life. I can't fathom the thought that he created an entirely new family but I can respect the fact that he left us and mom alone. He let her raise us and I have so many amazing memories from that, that I can get right with it. I just hope he's doing a better job with his new kids than he ever did with me or you."

"We're going to go to that party, see what the rave is all about when it comes to the Sons of Anarchy and then we're going to pack up and go home because I can't deal with this. I need my mom." Thomas groaned as he fell back on the bed and covered his face. "I know that a journey is supposed to evoke certain emotions and shit like that but this is heavy. We came expecting to find a dead sperm donor and he's alive and well. I grew up calling my dad, dad and he's the only dad I've known and I kind of need to call him because I feel like I'm disrespecting him right now by even thinking that Jax is my dad because he's not."

"We're going through it." Abel looked at his brother before looking at Bray. "You two promised me a fun adventure and now we're in our fucking emotions." He stood up and stretched. "Come on, we got a party to go to and I need to get shitfaced or I'm going to drive myself up a fucking wall."