Veronica's hand was stinging, her heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice grip, and her entire body was shaking with rage. There it was, the proverbial elephant in the room, stampeding out into the open and right through her chest, leaving a Jax- sized hole in its wake. Everything she'd been running from for so long laid out in the most degrading and hurtful way just like that. And though she thought she had prepared herself to have it all thrown back in her face, it somehow still proved to be more than she could handle.

Jax, of course, seemed relatively unfazed by her outburst of violence. He stood there and stoically took it, completely unmoved, like her hand hadn't even made contact with his skin. However, she could see for herself that his cheek was turning a burning shade of a red, and she suddenly felt the urge to make it symmetrical.

Letting her anger steer her, she moved to deliver another slap to his right cheek. This time though, he saw it coming and caught her by the wrist. Holding it there in the air, he gazed down at her with a look she couldn't quite place. His eyes definitely held that pissed off glint that she knew all too well, but there was another emotion behind it that made her uncomfortable. If she didn't know any better, she would say it was almost like he was pleading with her, but for what she didn't want to know.

"Let go of me, asshole," she yelled trying to shake herself free. "You're hurting me."

That was a lie, as his finger tips were barely pressing into her skin. She could tell he knew it too, as his eyes narrowed at her words, but he complied nonetheless.

As her wrist fell from his grip, V quickly turned on her heel and booked it across the lot. She had just made it to the car when she realized she'd locked it out of habit and the damn keys were in her bag. Like a crazed, mad woman she started digging, but to little and no avail, as they were buried deep under all the shit that somehow seemed to collect in there.

"Veronica," Jax said softly behind her.

She ignored him and continued digging, although she knew deep down there was really no point. He'd already caught up with her, so preventing her get away would be as simple as pushing against the door so she couldn't get it open. Not to mention the fact that, by this point, her eyes were so full of tears that she couldn't see anything anymore and actually locating her keys would probably require a miracle.

"V, please," he pleaded, reaching out to her.

She jumped and swatted at him. "Don't fucking touch me," she yelled before breaking down.

Jax backed off, but as she slid down with her back against the car door, he followed so that he was squatting in front of her. "Look, I shouldn't have said that."

"Why the hell not?" she asked, wiping her face. "I mean it's what you been thinking for the past six years isn't it?"

"V..."

"Your mother's been thinking it and my dad too probably so..."

"Fuck what anyone else has been thinking," he interrupted. "This is about you and me."

The way he said "you and me" made her want to puke. There was no "you and me" where she and Jax were concerned. There was only her, the baby killing runaway, and him, the outlaw who didn't want to be a father. She didn't want to talk about it, to walk down nightmare lane. Been there, done that, all by herself, and all she got from it was a major case of depression and a broken relationship. Discussing it with Jax would only add more resentment into the mix and she had enough of that on her own. Besides, nothing she could say would make him see her point of view so why waste time hashing it all out? No need to bring them both down when it was already done and over.

"Is everything alright?" the skinny prospect she'd seen earlier asked hesitantly as he peered around the hood of her car.

Jax snarled at the question. "We're fine."

Veronica scoffed and wiped away another stray tear. They were clearly everything but fine. Fuck, anyone could see that "fine" was about the furthest thing from what she was. Destroyed, maybe. Pissed off, definitely. But not fine.

"Okay, well, I'm finished up here so...I'll just give you some privacy," he said. "I'll be in the clubhouse if you need anything."

This last part he directed straight at her, which would have made her laugh if she wasn't already so fucking upset. Like he could actually protect her from Jax. Prospects didn't overstep their VPs, especially when it involved an old lady. And let's face it, that's what she was, still, whether she liked it or not.

As Jax turned and said something else to the prospect, V resumed the search for her missing keys. Once a runner, always a runner, and even though it was practically a lost cause, getting out of there was still priority number one. She'd been running so long from her past, the fact that she had walked right back into it was completely humiliating and she had to get out.

She should have known better though, Jax was way smarter than anyone gave him credit for. At the sound of her rummaging, he was up. And wouldn't you know the smug bastard choose the exact moment she finally had her keys in her hand to lean back lazily against her car door.

Realizing it was time to come up with a tentative plan B, she weighed her options. She could always walk home, but that would be stupid. Her feet were already killing her and Jax would just follow her anyway. Plus, there was no way she could stand to witness that stupid, cocky, swag-filled, strut that he called walking trailing after her right now. Another option was to push him out of the way. If she caught him off guard, maybe gouged him in the arm with her keys, it might be possible to open the door just enough to squeeze in. Then again, that also ran the risk of being dumb. Jax was bigger and stronger then her, so even if she did manage to move him, it wouldn't take much for him to subdue her again.

"Give it up, Darlin," he said, clearly knowing what was going on in her mind. "It's making my head hurt watching you try and figure out how you're going to give me the slip."

She glared up at him trying to look as fierce as possible. Of course it's inexplicably hard to look fierce when you're sitting on your fucking ass bawling your eyes out. As expected, he was once again clearly unmoved. He simply pulled his Marlboros out of his pocket and lit one like the fucking douchebag that he was.

"You're not running this time V," he told her on a smoky exhale. "I let you go once, I'm not doing it again. Not until you talk to me."

"Oh yeah," she spat, her mind quickly moving onto Plan C. "Well you can't force me to talk to you, so good luck with that."

That's right world, the strong-willed, law school graduate had resorted to the silent treatment. A bit childish yes, and slightly embarrassing, but a completely necessary tactic that had not been taken lightly. This was the level he had forced her to sink too and, dammit, she had sunk.

"You sure about that?" he asked smugly.

"What," she snarled, pulling her knees up to her chest. "You going to take a blow torch to me too?"

Jax grimaced at her words and tightened his fists. "Dammit, Veronica, why would you even say that? You know that I would never hurt you."

He was right. Jax was many things and capable of some horrific violence, but he wasn't abusive. She had pushed him over the edge more than once in her life and he'd never made a move against her. When she was younger, she thought it was because she was a girl, that, had she been a guy, he would have let her have it in a heartbeat. Over time though, she realized it was more than that. Jax loved her and the thought of her hurting, especially by his hand, hurt him more than she ever could.

"V, tell me that you know that," he asked, as he slid down beside her and grabbed her chin so that she would look at him.

But her stubbornness always prevailed. "Sorry," she replied harshly, pulling out of his grasp. "Guess I'm just having a hard time remembering after repeatedly being verbally assaulted these past two days."

Jax let out an exasperated sigh and took another puff. "You know, if this is how you want to do it," he began, taking the cig from his lips and exhaling, "that's fine. I've got all night and I promise you babe, I can take whatever you want to throw at me. Because I guarantee you, nothing you have to say right now is going to hurt me anymore than what you said in that letter six years ago."

Somehow, Veronica seriously doubted that. Because whatever Jax thought he knew, he didn't know the half of it. Not by a long shot. Secrets, it would seem, were all Veronica had, and if they came out...well, she didn't know what Jax would do.

Jax hated waiting, always had, always would. But if that was what it took to get Veronica to finally explain everything that had gone through that pretty little mind of hers back then, then he would sit on the fucking asphalt with her until his ass disintegrated from the numbness. He didn't know if that was physically possible, but she seemed to be serious about the silent treatment thing, so it was obviously going to be awhile. Frustrating as it might be, he had come to terms with it. And he had news for her, he would wait forever if he had too. End of fucking story.

Figuring he should probably settle in, he leaned his head back against the cool metal of the Challenger and looked up at the night sky. Somewhat ironically, this wasn't unfamiliar to him, to be sitting in the dark staring up at the stars next to her. When they were dating, they used to ride out to the streams all the time and look at the constellations. Well, she would look at them. He was always too busy looking at her to pay them much attention.

"That one's the North Star right there," she told him pointing at the sky.

She looked so damn cute trying to teach him something, he didn't have the heart to tell her he didn't give a fuck about the stars. Yeah, he'd claimed that he was bringing her out here for an evening of star gazing to help her study for her Astronomy test, but she had to know he had ulterior motives. It'd been so difficult to get any time alone with her lately since she was so busy studying for finals and he had been doing weekly runs for the club. Between that, and the fact that Gemma was constantly coming by the house unannounced to play Martha fucking Stewart, they hadn't had sex in two weeks and he was getting kind of antsy. Still, he let her ramble on while he murmured an "mmhmm" and moved in to kiss her neck, hoping maybe she would start to pick up the hint.

"And the North Star is the last star in the little dipper's handle, so that's the Little Dipper right there."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, too busy with the ministrations he was currently performing on her clavicle to actually pay attention to what she was trying to show him.

"Yeah," she said with a giggle. "And the big dipper's right over there. It rotates around the North Star as the seasons change and the ends of the dipper actually point to the North Star too..."

He smirked against her shoulder. "Guess we have that in common then."

"What?"

He took a break from kissing her skin to move up and whisper in her ear."Because my Big Dipper really wants to point itself right into your North Star right about now."

V playfully smacked his arm, letting out another one of those adorable giggles of hers. "You are such a perv!"

"Yeah," he drawled, pulling back to gaze down at her face. "But I'm your perv and you fucking love it."

She rolled her eyes and that perfectly white smile of hers glimmered in the moonlight as it spread across her face. "Just shut up and kiss me, Jackass."

Sitting here now, all he wanted was for her to know that he didn't hate her. He had wanted to obviously, had honestly tried. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized he couldn't, which, for a long time, was a damn shame because it really would have made everything a hell of a lot easier. In retrospect, he probably should have known better because things with her were never easy and, truth be told, he preferred it that way. Easy was boring and being with her was anything but.

"I still have the letter," he blurted out.

He figured if she wasn't going to, then he'd do the talking. At least with her sitting there all pouty he might have a chance at making her listen. And it seemed to peak her interest because she was actually looking at him now.

"I know you're probably wondering why the hell I would keep something so stupid, and the only answer I have for you is that I'm a goddamn masochist."

He tried to joke, but it felt so hollow he immediately wished he'd never said it. He paused momentarily to snuff out his cigarette on the pavement, debating whether or not he should continue. Maybe Veronica had it figured out. Maybe it was better just to move on and let it die.

"Actually," he said, daring to put himself out there."I think I kept it because I figured it'd be the last piece of you I'd ever have."

Veronica still didn't say anything. Instead, she looked down and busied herself with her key chains. A defense mechanism he knew well, one she used when she was listening to something she didn't particularly want to hear. Look everywhere but at the person talking, because then she wouldn't have to face the ugly truth they were telling her. But it had to be said, and she needed to hear.

"At first I read and re-read it, trying to understand what happened between us that made you think you couldn't talk to me, that we couldn't have figured it out and made it work," he admitted.

V, being as stubborn as ever, still refused to acknowledge him, so he leaned back and spoke to the sky. "Eventually though, I gave up and threw it in the drawer with the false bottom, the one where we kept the extra guns," he continued. "Wendy found it not long after we got married. She was busy trying to hide her crank from me and there it was, the little, yellowed nightmare of my past."

He chuckled a little thinking about it. "Man, she was so fucking pissed, she screamed at me for an hour, claiming that I was still hung up on the ghost of my bitch of an ex-girlfriend and the kid I never had. And in all reality, I guess she wasn't that far off. Because even though I thought I'd moved on, a part of me still wondered every now and then."

Stealing another glance at her, he was honestly surprised to find her looking back. She was still fiddling with the keys in her hands, but it would seem that what he had to say was finally interesting enough to warrant most of her attention. She still hadn't found her words, but he would take the eye contact as sure sign to continue.

"I still do, you know, play the 'what if' game. I wonder what our lives would look like, who we would be if you had stayed. Granted, I usually end up picturing me trying to protect you from club shit, telling lies and hiding things, and you resenting me for it."

She let out a "hmmph" and nodded her head a little at this. They both knew how he operated when it came to keeping her in the dark. She used to constantly try to get him to give her full disclosure, to trust her enough to believe that she could handle it. He always said that he was protecting her, that the less she knew the safer she'd be. Looking back though, they both knew he was really just protecting himself.

He'd like to think that had she stayed he would have started telling her shit, but he knew in his heart that wasn't true. He was young and stupid and thought he always knew best. Things wouldn't have gotten any better if she had stayed. In fact, although it pained him to think it, they probably would have just gotten worse with a kid in the mix. He realized that now, and despite the built up anger, almost understood where she was coming from when she left.

"I think about the kid too," he admitted with a sad sigh that surprised even himself. "I wonder what it would look like, what type of personality it would have. Sometimes I even imagine what names we would have spent hours arguing over before you ultimately overruled me and picked yourself. Something stupid like Edgar, or Daisy, or maybe...

"Hannah," she croaked out, taking him slightly by surprise.

"What?"

"Her name is Hannah."

He shifted a little so that he was almost facing her. "I guess you've thought about it too then?"

"No," she answered a little too calmly, like she was forcing herself to keep it together.

"What do you mean, no?""

She sighed and tried to fight back tears. "I haven't thought about it, Jax, because I know."

He shook his head trying to comprehend what she was telling him. "Know what?"

She bite her lip and closed her eyes, allowing a single tear to slip down her porcelain check. "That our daughter's name is Hannah. That she lives in Anaheim with the most amazing couple. That she's five years old and she looks...she looks just like you."

Veronica couldn't look at him. She couldn't face his confused demeanor or stand the hatred that would no doubt consume him when his head finally started to comprehend what she was trying to tell him. That their child was very much alive, that she had lied and let him mourn for six years over nothing. That he didn't know his daughter because of her.

Jax was staring at her, his eyebrows knitted together. She could practically hear the wheels whirring in his head. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

She closed her eyes as tightly as possible and pleaded with whatever higher being powerful enough to make this all go away. Then maybe if she pinched herself hard enough she would finally wake up from this horrible nightmare and find that she hadn't taken things into her own hands. That she had told Jax about the baby before he found the pregnancy test. That she hadn't lied in that letter and told him she'd already had the abortion. That they were still together, a beautiful little family living the happy American dream.

However, as she'd found every time before when she tried this tactic, this was not a dream. This was forever her harsh reality, her mistakes catching up with her and slowly eating her alive. And the only person at fault was herself.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Jax spat as he stood up and started pacing in front of her when she didn't answer. "So you mean to tell me," he started, stopping with the pacing to address her, "the kid I have spent six years believing didn't exist, is alive? That my fucking daughter has actually been living a day's ride from Charming this whole goddamn time?"

She followed suit and rose slowly, trying not to take him even more off guard. "Jax you have to..."

"You said you had an abortion," he interrupted, his eyes boring down at her, so dark with hatred he might as well have a blow torch in his hand because she was seriously burning under their weight.

"I was going to," she said, desperate to try and make him understand. "I made the appointment and everything, but I couldn't do it."

"You said that it was already done," he yelled, making her jump slightly. "I read the letter, Veronica. Hell, I fucking memorized it. You said you couldn't stand knowing that you had rushed into a situation that you couldn't take back, that you couldn't ask me to forgive the fact that you had an abortion before talking to me about it. That you let your doubt and fear overrule the love that we had and destroyed the one thing we ever did that actually mattered."

Hearing her very words paraphrased by the man they had clearly torn apart, Veronica felt her own heart shatter. "I know what I said, and I'm sorry," she tried "I honestly thought it would make things easier for you."

Jax stared at her like she was speaking a different language. "You can't be fucking serious?"

But she was, no matter how stupid it made her feel now. In her own diluted mind, ripping the band aid off before actually getting the wound honestly seemed like the right thing to do. It kept him at a safe distance, allowed him freedom from involvement and the crushing responsibility. If he thought it was over before it even began, he could hate her from the get go and not have to look at her everyday pretending he didn't.

Seeing that she was in fact telling him the truth, Jax tugged at his locks. He turned away from her as his eyes started to water. Whether from pure frustration or absolute heartbreak she didn't know, but seeing it landed harder than if he had hauled off and punched her in the chest.

"On what fucking planet, would telling me you killed my kid make things easier?" He finally yelled.

By this time she was crying so hard she was surprised she wasn't hyperventilating. "Because I knew you'd just try and stop me from doing it if you knew it hadn't already been done."

"You're goddamn right I would've!"

Veronica shook her head. "You don't understand."

Jax threw up his hands in complete frustration. "Well fucking explain it to me then."

Veronica took a deep breath, which ended up being more like a gasp for air. "You weren't ready for a kid, Jax! You said we'd figure it out but you'd just told me you didn't want children. Was I just supposed to believe that you turned into Mr. Family Man overnight? You weren't ready."

"So this is my fault, is that what you're telling me?"

"Of course not," she replied, slightly offended that he'd take it that way. "I wasn't ready either. For God sakes I was 20 years old, my biggest concern was passing Statistics and figuring out which of my credits would transfer to a four year university. I had a life planned out for myself and a pregnancy was..."

"You had plans? You left me to get an abortion, an abortion I was led to believe had already happened, an abortion you didn't even get. You took my right to know my daughter away from me, hid the fact that you finally found it in your cold, dead heart to let her live, and gave her away to some strangers, and your only excuse is that you had fucking plans?" he asked like the thought sickened him right to the core. "

During his rant, he had backed her against the car door and was now looming over her like an ominous death sentence. She could see it in his body language that everything within him wanted her to hurt, and not just emotionally. His knuckles were turning white, he trying so hard not to lay hands on her. However, at this point, she almost would have welcomed the blow. Hearing what she did spelled out like that, she felt like she deserved whatever he wanted to throw. And in an odd twist of fate, real tactile physical pain would have been easier to take then knowing that, despite all this, he still cared for her enough to restrain himself.

He pushed himself away from the car and resumed pacing for a beat. Then he turned back to her. "I hate to be the one to burst your fucking bubble, baby," he bellowed, "but sometimes life shits on your goddamn plans and you have to sacrifice what you want. It's called growing the fuck up."

Something in Veronica snapped, the weight of it all finally becoming too much to bear. What the hell did he know about growing up? He wasn't the one that had to own up to the fact they couldn't raise a child. He wasn't the one who made the appointment at the clinic only to realize at the last second that, even though he was very much pro-choice, he wasn't comfortable killing the fetus for his mistakes. He sure as hell wasn't the one that had to carry a child for nine months, feel it growing inside him, knowing all along that he wouldn't be able to give it the life it deserved. She was. She was the one had to make the hard decisions, she was the one who had to say goodbye. It was her child, her body, and damn if she would let him tell her otherwise.

"You want to know why I did it, Jax? You really want to know? Because I didn't want my child to have a mother like mine," she screamed, revealing the only fear that had ever haunted her.

They were standing inches apart, practically nose to nose. She could see the pain in his face, the pain her web of lies had tangled him up in so tightly it was suffocating. His eyes matched hers, glassy and full of tears, the result of years of unshed emotions and things left unsaid rapidly rushing to the surface.

"What?" He asked quietly, clearly taken aback.

Veronica adverted her eyes, shame filling her at what she was about to admit. "I didn't want to wake up one day, alone, with a kid I resented and a life I kept trying to drink away. I didn't want to turn into to my mother. And I didn't want our child to turn into me."

Jax couldn't believe what he was hearing. Out of all the things he expected her to say, all the excuses he imagined her having, this was not one. Saying that she simply didn't want kids, or that she wanted to wait until her life was more stable, those he'd prepared for. Hell, an hour ago he would have put money on her telling him that she didn't want a kid because she was afraid of raising a child in the club environment and the poor thing turning out like him. Her being afraid that it would turn out like her? That thought never even crossed his mind.

"What are you talking about, there's nothing wrong with you."

As the words left his mouth, the irony wasn't lost on him. This was the woman who had a fake abortion and hid his daughter from him, after all. Despite that though, he knew it didn't make his statement any less true.

"And you're nothing like your mother."

"Oh right," she sneered. "Because young impressionable girl falling for handsome outlaw biker and winding up pregnant just in time for said biker to reveal that he doesn't want kids isn't even the slightest bit familiar at all," she countered. "I think the parallels speak for themselves, Jax."

"So what?"

"So," she said in that tone of hers that signaled she was about to let him have it. "You don't know what it's like growing up knowing that you're an inconvenient result of your parents' mistakes, to be so completely unloved and unwanted that you're pretty much forced to take the blame for something you had no control of."

Taking in her words, Jax knew it would be in his best interest to at least try and be somewhat sympathetic. He knew about the shitty things Veronica's mother put her through first hand, had held her many times after her mother chipped away another piece of her heart by taking advantage of her need to believe that the woman wasn't a complete waste of time. Yet, he couldn't help but feel annoyed by her fucking pity party. She was acting like Clay was completely absent, like he didn't love her at all. Yeah, he left her mom and missed a few years of her life, but he turned it around and she was ignoring that. He had changed his mind, just as Jax knew he would have the very moment he had seen their baby.

"What the fuck are you even talking about?" he asked hatefully, the initial shock wearing off and allowing the anger to shine back through. "Last time I checked, Clay has practically bent over backwards for you your entire life. Everyone who knows him knows how much he fucking loves his precious little girl."

"You think I don't know how much my father loves me?"

Jax shrugged. "You said it, babe, not me."

"I was talking about my mother you smug know-it-all bastard. Remember her, the woman my father left high and dry with the kid she didn't want."

"Your mother's an alcoholic and a self-involved bitch."

"Yeah, but maybe she wouldn't be if my dad had stuck around. Maybe she would have actually been able to love me if Clay hadn't of run out on her and missed all those years of my life."

And then what she was really insinuating finally clicked. "Wait a minute, are you telling me that you did this to me because you thought I was going to leave you?"

Veronica crossed her arms defensively and her eyes darted everywhere to avoid him. That was it, the truth in its rawest form. All of this bullshit and the last six years boiled down to the fact that she simply didn't trust him. The girl he would have done anything for, given anything to be with, didn't believe in the love he had for her. And that truth, above all others revealed to him tonight, cut him so far down it sliced straight through the bone and out the other side.

"You didn't believe me," he muttered. "All those times I told you that I loved you and the whole goddamn time you didn't believe me."

"You want to know the difference between us and your parents?" He was yelling again, but fuck if he cared. "When I said it, I fucking meant it! You weren't just a way to pass the time for me, a good fuck to bail on when things got real. You and me, my love for you, it wasn't a game."

"It wasn't to me either, Jax, but things change, people change, and you can't honestly tell me that two, three years after being stuck with the same girl and a kid, a kid that you didn't exactly want, that you wouldn't have at least thought about changing your mind."

"I wasn't going to change my mind, goddammit!" he shot back. "I asked you to fucking marry me!"

"Only because I was pregnant!"

"Yeah, and a lot of good that did me, huh?" he scoffed, turning to get away from her before he did or said something to her he might regret.

Of course, as usual, his best intentions never quite panned out. "No, you know what?" he asked, stalking back towards her. "You are the most selfish bitch I've ever met. You stand there acting all self-righteous like you're the goddamn victim in all this, but I'm the one who got the shit end of the deal, Sweetheart. You say you didn't want to end up alone, that I was going to leave, but you're the one that left. And I'm the stupid idiot you stepped on in order to preserve your own jaded existence."

"That's not…"

"Shut up," he screamed, stopping her before she could begin with her tears and her reasons. "For once in your fucking life just shut the fuck up and listen to someone other than that stupid voice in your head. You took everything from me when you left, do get that? But I still held out for you, kept hoping that you would come back. And you want to know what's worse, despite the shit you put me through, the abortion, all of it, I honestly thought I could forgive you because I loved you enough that nothing you could say or do would ever change that."

She was bawling at this point, but he couldn't be bothered. Jax was done sugar coating shit for her fragile little ego. "Well congratu-fucking-lations, Darlin,' it may have taken you six years but you finally proved me wrong. And you know what else, now that I'm thinking about it, you and your mother actually have a lot in common. You're both spoiled bitches who would rather wallow in their own made up misery than actually own up to their shit because then they wouldn't have anyone to blame for how shitty their pathetic lives turned out."

With that, he had to get away from her. He was done talking, done trying to fix things, done with her all around. Looking at her almost physically made him sick he was so disgusted at this point. That's right, the tables had turned and he was finished.

"Jax," she called after him. "Jax, please."

He spun around so fast, he almost knocked her down. "Fuck you," he screamed right in her face.

Thankfully, she didn't follow this time when he moved to walk away. She let out a sob and for the first time in as long as he could remember, he didn't want to run to her and try to make it okay, not even a little bit. She had chewed him up and spit him out one too many times and he was so fucking angry he honestly didn't care if he'd hurt her precious little feelings.

Slamming the door of the clubhouse, Jax headed straight for the bar. He didn't bother greeting Half-Sack who was wiping the counter top. He also didn't bother trying to hide the fact that he had been crying. He simply grabbed a bottle of Jack and took several large gulps.

As he slammed the bottle down on the counter top, he heard the rumble of an engine starting outside. Grimacing at his own weakness, he realized, try as he might, some things aren't easy to let go. And old habits really do die hard.

"Follow her," he barked at Sack, "make sure she gets home okay."

With that, he grabbed the bottle and headed back to his dorm room to drown his sorrows just enough that he might momentarily forget the only girl who ever truly held the fucking key to his fucking heart.

Hello Lovely Readers! Hope this chapter wasn't too much of a twist for you guys. I actually had a reviewer tell me how cool it would be if V never actually had the abortion, which really made me smile because that was exactly what I was thinking. For those of you wanting to know more about how it all went down between Jax and V in the past, I have good news. The entire next chapter will actually be a flashback of the days leading up V's unexpected departure from Charming.

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