Disclaimer:I do not own anything Sons of Anarchy. But, I really wish I had Jax. I only own Lizbeth and Bella.

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I yelped when I hit the hard wood floor. I looked up to see my father standing over me with an intense glare in his eyes.

"Dad, what are you.. AH!" I cried out when Dad kicked me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me.

"I told you to stay away from him!" He yelled at me, as I held my stomach while coughing. He pulled Mom's diary out of his back pocket and wagged it in front of my face, smacking my cheek a couple times with it.

"I should have burned this when she died. Should have known that this would cause trouble with you, if you read it." Dad said, walking over to the lite fireplace.

"Daddy, don't please." I whimpered, trying to get my wind back. Just so I could fight back despite my brain couldn't register that it was my father hurting me.

He smirked at me, before throwing it into the fire. I tried to crawl to the fireplace to get it out, but Dad grabbed my hair and threw me into the wall. Then he started punching me, making me dizzy and my head pound. My lower lip was busted and my right eye was blackening, even starting to swell.

"Don't want you to get burned,Princess." He said before punching my left cheek hard enough to make me fall on my side. Dad kicked my stomach one last time, before walking to the door.

"Now, be a good Daddy's girl and stay here." He said, opening the door and slamming it shut. Two minutes later, I heard his unit car engine turn on and fade as he drove off.

I laid on the floor, before sitting up and staring at the fireplace watching the book that was now half-way gone and slowly turning to ash.

I leaned back against the wall for a while until getting up and heading upstairs to my room with a slight stagger to my step, only to grab a messanger bag and put some clothes and underwear in it as well as my ipod, before walking back downstairs and out the door, only to struggle to run to the garage.

Twenty minutes later..

I got to the garage, panting to catch my breath as I felt a burning in the stomach from the kicks and the punches from earlier. I could hear the yelling from the men inside the clubhouse and prayed that Gemma was in her office, since I figured that Jax or Clay would have a fit if they saw me and would try to kill my Dad. Not that I would blame them. I was walking towards the clubhouse door when I saw the light in Gemma's office was still on.

I sighed in relief before walking towards her door and knocking lightly.

"Hold on." I heard her say and her heels click on the floor on the other side.

When she opened the door to see my face bruises, right eye black and swelling with a busted lip and holding my stomach, I could practicely feel the terror coming from her when she took in what she was seeing.

"Oh, sweetie." Gemma cooed, leading me in the office and held me in her arms.

I felt so safe in her arms, I began to cry feeling like I was in my Mom's arms again. Sobs were coming out and when I fully took in the motherly warm, my knees gave way causing me to fall to the floor. Gemma knelt down with me, stroking my hair to comfort me. The more she did, the more it reminded me of how my Mom would soothe me and make me cry more. Both from the pain of my father abusing me and the loss of a mother.