Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be, and so I put this on my life. Nobody or nothing will ever come between us, and I promise I'll give my life - 'Bonnie and Clyde' by Jay-z and Beyonce

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The radio was playing softly, as she drove down the street, her oval, brown, eyes distant, and her lips set in a thin line, as she approached her second home; Teller-Morrow Auto. Pulling up in her sleek, 2009, dark gray, mustang, she pulled up beside the familiar black vehicle of her mother, before turning off the car and pulling the keys out.

She silently sat, staring out the window, listening to the silence of the night. Her mind had been on auto-pilot during her drive. Now she was left to think of nothing but how things were going horribly wrong for her family.

Jax and Clay. Thinking about those two... It made her heart sink. Her father... Her father who she loved with all her heart, and Jax, the man she saw as the best brother in the world.... they were out for each other. They were after blood.

She shivered at the thought, before opening the door, and exiting her vehicle. She didn't want to think about this! She didn't even want this to be happening. Because... Because this war that was brewing between them... It was tearing her apart. She was being torn between two men she held dearly. And it hurt.

"Hey, sweetheart." She jumped, as she turned from her car to her left, finding Gemma and Tara sitting on a picnic table. Tara had her feet curled to herself, as she gave a soft wave, while Gemma ushered her forward with an arm, patting at an opening beside her.

She complied, and made her way over, before taking a seat beside her mother, who she leaned against. "Hi, mom," She whispered, as gemma pat her hand softly. "Are they back yet?" Gemma gave a soft, defeated, sigh above her. "No. They haven't called either. Its been two hours since their release."

She gave a stiff nod, before pulling up and away, running her manicured nails through her long brown hair, with black and blonde highlights. Sighing, she placed her light brown skinned hands on her lap, and stared absently at the entrance she had pulled into.

"You heard from Happy yet, Priscilla?" Tara asked the thirty-year-old woman. Priscilla gave a slow shake of the head. "No," she mumbled. "He hasn't contacted me." Tara gave a sad sigh, as she turned back to the staring at the opening.

"You worried about the Nomad?" Gemma asked, as she lit a cigarette she had pulled from her back pocket, taking a deep drag, before exhaling. Priscilla ran her hands up and down her jeaned knees, and shook her head. "Yeah... Like always." It was true. With Happy being a Nomad, she was always worried about him. Always afraid he would never come back.

But that was her price to pay for falling for a SOA Nomad. She knew that. But she had yet to make full peace with that knowledge. And she doubted she ever would do so. And it pissed her off. A lot.

"Look!" Priscilla and Gemma's heads snapped to attention, as Tara pointed to a black van pulling through the entrance gates. The three woman stood from their spots at the picnic table, as the van came to a halt.

Priscilla watched as the males exited the van, and her heart dropped to her stomach. There was tension rolling out of that van, and it could be felt all the way over to the three woman. As Priscilla spotted her father, the relief of his safe returned, was replaced with dread at the cuts and blood on his face! He looked beaten, angered, and just plane lost.

Jax looked the same. Stepping out of the van, her blond brother slammed the door, and started walking away from the others, who were on their way into the clubhouse. Tara made an attempt to run to him, but was stopped by Gemma.

Priscilla felt sick, as she Happy exited the van. She made a step towards him, but stopped when his eyes locked with hers. He shook his head, and made his way into the clubhouse. Tara stared after Jax, as Gemma watched her husband and the other Sons flock into the clubhouse.

Priscilla felt the tears sting her eyes, as she crossed her hands over her chest, and silently sobbed. Everything was falling apart! Everything. She could feel it. She could see it! And there was nothing she could do. She was helpless. As the tears slid softly down her cheeks, Priscilla took in a shaky breath, before burying her face in her hands, and running to her mother, who held her to her.

The three woman knew that change was happening. A change that none of them were ready for. Priscilla pulled away from her mother, and did her best to swallow down the urge to continue crying. She shook her head, before walking away from Tara and her mother, ignoring her car, and making her way towards the garage.

She wanted to still be here when the boys woke up. And she wasn't going to leave until she could talk to Happy. She needed him. And she knew, that right now, he needed her. She'd stay in the garage til morning. She'd wait for her boys.

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