Cassidy sighed as she leaned up against the wall, and wiped away a few stray tears. She needed to get up and brush her teeth, maybe even change her shirt, but she didn't have the energy, her stomach hurt from throwing up – when she had nothing to throw up, and the rest of her hurt from all the abuse her body was suffering.

"Cassidy."

"I'm coming," She replied to Scrugs with a roll of her eyes, and forced her body up, by putting one hand on the sink, and the other on the towel rack, and hoisting herself up, grabbing her crutches as she so. It was a task, brushing her teeth, and changing her shirt, all while only being able to use one leg but she managed to do so.

"What?" She asked when she finally exited the bathroom to find Scrugs standing there staring at her.

"Nothing," He shook his head moving aside so she could pass, "Abel's going to buy the drugs."

Cassidy rolled her eyes again, she didn't want to know, they didn't exactly have a good track record with drugs, and anything that involved them and Abel was something she didn't want to know about, not even for a second, "Good for him, maybe he'll bring me some."

"I don't get you," Scrugs admitted as she dropped herself onto her bed – because she had one of those, apparently this was a high-class kidnapping – and pulled the covers over her body, "One minute you're getting along with me, and the next you're snapping at me."

Cassidy and Scrugs had come to a mutual understanding of sorts after spending the past two weeks in each other's company, she didn't bother him, and in turn he didn't bother her. If she played perfect little captive, then he would play perfect captor.

Obviously the arrangement didn't always work, and Scrugs wasn't above hitting her, but she was doing the best she could with what she had to work with.

"Sorry," She sighed knowing she was being hot and cold, "Just ignore me."

"Is this about Mick?" Scrugs asked.

Cassidy resisted the urge to grab her crutches and beat Scrugs with them, if she had to hear the name 'Mick Holland' one more time she was going to go off on somebody, anybody. She had worked long and hard to get to a place in her life where she didn't think about him every day, and she would be damned if someone as stupid as Scrugs would take that away from her.

"No," She said shortly. She knew exactly what this was about, but she didn't want to talk about it. That phone call with Jax had been the only exception, she had done what she had to do, to convince him to let Abel buy the drugs.

She had done what she had to do to get out of this hell hole. She didn't want to talk about it anymore. Maybe if she ignored it, then it wouldn't be happening to her, it was a farfetched belief to hold onto, but Cassidy didn't know what she was going to do if she was sure about this.

It was easier to pretend like it wasn't happening.

"Are you sure?"

"Don't pretend like it matters to you, Scrugs," Cassidy sighed, "What is it that you want? You wouldn't be hanging around unless something is happening."

"We're going to see the Boss."

"Fine," She said getting up and grabbing her crutches, "Then let's go."

"Just like that?" He asked as she started down the hall.

"Am I going to get electrocuted if I move any closer?" Cassidy asked ignoring his question, causing him to sigh and drop to his knees to remove her anklet and toss it onto the couch. It was weird, she almost wanted him to put it back on, after two weeks she was already used to the familiar ring of metal, and felt uncomfortable without it.

"Not anymore," Scrugs said leading her out the door where two armed men fell into step with them and a black SUV pulled up. With help from Scrugs, Cassidy forced herself back into the increasingly familiar middle seat, the whole scenario was becoming all too familiar.

"Here."

Of course, there was nothing like a trip in the SUV without a cup full of drugs, she didn't even bother hesitating, she downed the contents like it was water, and felts the drowsy effects of it overtaking her body as she did so.

When she came to, Cassidy found herself sitting into what looked like an interrogation room, she was the only person there, and her crutches were nowhere to be seen, but she figured whoever had placed her there, could see her.

"Hello?" She called uncertainly. In movies the idiot who calls out is always the one who gets killed first, but she figured she was the only leverage they had at this point, so her life expectancy hadn't been severely shortened by this little field trip.

"Well hello."

The woman was old, yet she was dressed in a pair of tight jeans, a shirt that was low cut enough to make Cassidy want to gouge her eyes out, and her hair had a terrible black and blonde dye job. Overall, she looked like the definition of trash.

"You aren't Father Ashby."

"Pretty and observant, I can see why Abel picked you."

"Don't talk about Abel," Cassidy said as the woman sat down in front of her.

"Don't start that bullshit with me sweetheart, I think we both know you aren't a fighter," The woman smirked.

"So you're the Boss?" She asked raising her eyebrows, and crossing her arms over her chest uncomfortably.

"I am," She said with a smile that seriously bothered her, "But we aren't here to talk about me, or even Abel for that matter, we are here to talk about you."

"Me?"

"You."

"What do you want from me?"

This whole time the only thing that had made sense was that this whole thing had to be about Jax, and Abel, and their family, so Cassidy couldn't even fathom why this woman wanted to talk about her, she had absolutely nothing to do with anything, she was simply the leverage.

"I don't want anything from you, Cassidy, not yet anyway, we can talk about what I want when it becomes an issue."

"Then what is the point of this little meeting?"

"I want to talk about Mick Holland."

Cassidy threw her head back in frustration, and accumulating anger, she didn't want to talk about Mick Holland.

"No."

"We can get back to that then, I'm not in any rush, sweetheart, I've been planning this for years. Instead, we can talk about Cora, let me see, she goes by Somers these days, doesn't she?" The woman smirked again.

"She does," Cassidy said cautiously, she wasn't quite sure where this was going, and she had a feeling it was nowhere good.

"Is she still drinking?"

"Yes."

"Your mother was quite an enchanting woman in her youth."

"You know my mother?"

"Oh no," The woman shook her head, "But it wasn't hard to figure out."

"How do you figure that?"

"Enchanting women have a way of falling the hardest, they don't know what to do with themselves, or how to survive, once the enchantment wears off."

"I'd say you're speaking from experience but," Cassidy looked over the woman in an incredibly annoying way, "You don't look like you were ever an enchanting woman, probably not even a decent one."

"See that attitude might work on Eric, but it isn't going to work on me sweetheart, you aren't a fighter, you don't have a damn bone in your body that allows you to be anything but a good person, and that is going to be your downfall."

Survival Rule Number Two: Sometimes, it's better to let people underestimate you. It gives one the upper-hand.

"Who's Eric?" Cassidy asked disregarding everything else the woman had said for the time being.

"I think you call him Scrugs," The woman said absentmindedly as she drummed her fingers against the metal table that separated them, "Now why don't we talk about Mick?"

"So tell me, what is it with you and Scrugs?" Cassidy continued on like she hadn't heard what the woman asked, "Why are you both so obsessed with my downfall? Because you guys keep saying this whole thing is about Jax, yet you guys seem pretty certain that you are going to ruin my life."

"You're just collateral damage," The woman waved her hand, "Your life just holds too many pieces in this puzzle for it not to fall apart."

"Perfect," Cassidy smiled sarcastically like that actually made any sense to her, which for the record, it didn't. She still had no freaking clue what she had to do with any of this, of what her mother had to do, what Mick had to do.

None of this was adding up, not the tasks set out for the people in Charming, and not the questions she was facing here. None of it added up, it was like a million little pieces that didn't connect with each other, because there was just one missing piece.

"So let's talk about Mick," The woman's voice had turned venomous, there would be no more beating around the bush, she was going to get her answers one way or the other.

"What's there to talk about?"

"We can talk about what you did to him."

Cassidy's hands that had been resting lazily on the table in front of her dropped to her lap, where her fingernails dug into her palms, she didn't want to talk about what she had done to Mick, she had just been a kid, she had done what she thought was the only thing she could.

It was a crazy, unbelievable part of her life that sounded like it came right out of a Lifetime movie, so no they couldn't talk about what she had done to Mick.

"Or we can talk about what he did to you."

"If you know what I did to him, then you know very well what he did to me, it isn't a secret," Cassidy said coldly, "We have nothing to talk about."

"If it's not a secret, then why are you acting like it is?"

"Its public knowledge," Cassidy said in that same cold tone, "I don't go airing it around."

"Touchy," The woman smiled in an incredibly unkind way, "My patience is running real thin darlin, so now you are going to start telling me what I want to know, or you are going to take another bullet."

"Go for it." Cassidy challenged.

"Oh sweetheart, let me elaborate on that," The woman pointed her finger at Cassidy's abdomen, "That baby is going to take a bullet."

Instinctively, Cassidy's hands flashed to her stomach as she glanced up at the woman with wild eyes, "How do you know that?"

"Call it a gift I have, I can tell when someone's pregnant," The woman waved her hand, "And I heard your little conversation with Jax – that's how you convinced him to let Abel do that drug buy, the second he realized you were carrying his grandchild, you became family to him."

Cassidy hesitated replying to that, she knew she was taking a chance that her conversation was being tapped when she had called Jax, but somehow she had managed to convince herself that she had gotten away in the clear.

"Oh I'm not mad sweetheart, you didn't tell him anything important, in fact you helped me out, so thank you for that."

"I may not be pregnant," She said in a low tone, she didn't know for sure, she had just started showing signs of pregnancy, it could just be her body reacting to the stress of the situation, sure it was a farfetched theory but it was what she was holding on to.

"Don't worry you are, but if it makes you feel better, I'll have Eric buy you a pregnancy test on your way back."

Oh yeah, that would make her feel loads better.

"So," The woman asked dangerously, "Just how cooperative are you feeling now?"

Cassidy didn't say anything, she just nodded cautiously indicating that the woman should ask her what she wanted.

"After you did what you did to Mick, your mother took you, and she ran, did she not?"

"She did."

"And where did you go?"

"Connecticut."

"And she changed your last name to what?"

"Somers," Cassidy said in an agitated tone, "It was her maiden name."

"And your birth name is?"

Cassidy hesitated, before she allowed the name she had promised herself she would never speak again roll off her tongue, "Cassidy Holland."

"And is your father Mick Holland?"

"Yes." Cassidy said blinking quickly, "What is the point of this? All of this is public knowledge, you already know all this. So why are you making me say it?"

"Tell me what he did to you."

"You know what he did to me," She said fiercely.

"No," The woman shook her head, "I don't, it's been debated, it's been suspected, nobody knows what Mick Holland did to you, because there was never trial, there was never even an indictment, because you and your mother disappeared, and your father signed away all his rights to you. Your father was for all intents and purposes declared innocent and wrongfully accused, so no, I don't, why don't you enlighten me?"

Cassidy sighed as she ran a hand through her hair her voice growing louder, "My father was a bastard who abused my mom and I."

"How?"

"Is this seriously necessary?"

"How?"

"Physically," Cassidy raised her voice as the woman did, except her voice kept getting louder and louder, till she was all but screaming, "Physically, emotionally, sexually, every kind of abuse there is, my mother and I are victims of it at the hands of Mick Holland. Is there anything else you would like to know?"

"No," The woman smirked as she held up a silver recorder and clicked it off, "I think I've got it all."

Cassidy stared at the recorder with wide eyes as she sat back down in her seat, "Tell me you didn't."

Except when the woman pressed the playback and her own voice filled the air screaming about what her father had done to her, to her and mother.

She had.

"Why?" She shook her head tears brimming her eyes, "Why would you do that?"

"Your dad is doing me a favor down in Charming, and I think this recording should keep him in line, don't you?"

"No," Cassidy yelled loudly shaking her head, "You can't let him hear that, he will go after her, he will go after my mom, and he will kill her."

"Of course he won't sweetheart, unless of course I ask him too, that's the point of this recording," She said waving it in the air, "If he so much as steps a toe out of line, I'm going to turn this into his bosses, even if nobody presses charges, he will have lost his job, and he won't be able to do anything to hurt me, or my plans."

"You're a terrible person," Cassidy said quietly.

"And you're a damaged one," The woman shot back, "That's why you haven't told Abel any of that, even though he deserves to know, because you know that he won't want you anymore. Once he finds out about this, because trust me darlin, the truth always comes out, once he finds out how used, and dirty, and damaged you are, he is going leave you behind in the dust."

"And when he does that," Cassidy said her voice hoarse, "You will have lost your leverage."

"Then we'll just have to make sure he doesn't find out, won't we? At least till all this is over," The woman raised her eyebrows, "Even if it's public record, he won't be able to find out unless he knows your Mick's daughter."

"Who are you?" Cassidy called after her as the woman moved to exit the room, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Oh sweetheart," She turned back to her, "I'm family."