Backstory (2 Years Earlier)
Tyson Jacobs was the most popular guy in the Stanford community. He was captain and quarterback for the Stanford University football team, he was the president of the main sorority at Stanford and he was beautiful. He was also a major drug lord at Stanford University and the surrounding area. If you were from Stanford or anywhere around Stanford, you knew who Tyson Jacobs was. Not only was he popular, and one of the most dangerous, if not the most dangerous man at the university, but he was beautiful and he captured the eye of one, Summer Delaney.
It definitely wasn't one sided though. Summer caught Tyson's attention as well and he wouldn't stop until she finally agreed to go on a date with him. He charmed her completely and had her falling in love in a matter of weeks. She had thought he was the real deal, the one to finally come along and make her forget about Opie and the lie that they had been living. Tyson wined her and dined her, he was the perfect and romantic boyfriend that anyone would wish, pray, and hope for. Over the first little while, Summer was introduced to a lifestyle she had never expected. She knew that Tyson wasn't perfect, but even though he had that 'Prince Charming' label, he also had a very dark side that people from the outside world had no idea about. He was always very good at keeping her protected and making sure she never got hurt. He knew about her connection with the Sons of Anarchy, but he never pushed his world on her. He never pushed her to do anything she felt uncomfortable with, in fact he may have been the one that supplied the drugs and sold the drugs but he never did it himself.
But Tyson was a drinker, a very heavy drinker. When he drank he transformed into a person you didn't want to mess with. He terrified Summer when he got drunk. He was always super sweet and he was a great boyfriend for the first four months or so, but then he would get angry at her. He would get aggressive with her if things didn't go his way and soon the anger and the aggressiveness turned violent. Nothing too horrible, but just enough to scare her silly. If she said she wanted to go home for the weekend because she missed her family he would get jealous, he would knock her around and tell her that she couldn't leave him. He kept telling her that he was her only family now and she would just have to get used to him being the only one she could trust. He would get paranoid whenever she called her mom or her brother and he would go into rage, thinking that she was going to leave him.
After six more months of dealing with the violent side of him instead of the romantic side of him, she decided to cut her losses and leave him. She sat him down and told him that she couldn't be in a relationship with him anymore. It was taking everything out of her and she didn't have the energy to fight him anymore. He said he understood and told her that he just wanted her to be happy, so if calling it quits is what it would take for her to be happy then it was ok with him. They managed to stay amicable so she could enjoy the rest of the school year without having to constantly look over her shoulder or worry.
Things were good until the last week of school before she was about to head back to Charming for the summer. Summer had run into Tyson at a popular pizza joint, they hugged and then he asked if she wanted to go on a date. She never gave it a thought that it could be damaging to her when she accepted. She didn't see the harm in more date, as friends, before she went home for a couple months. At the end of the date she told him that she enjoyed the night, but that it was a one time thing because she was going home and she didn't think they were a good fit together. Tyson lost his mind and terrified her in the process. This was exactly why she couldn't be with him. She was beginning to fear for her life.
The last words he said to her chilled her to the bone. "If you leave me, I will find you eventually and it will be when you least expect it," Tyson said in a low tone so only she could hear him, "And I will kill you."
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When Summer opened her eyes the room she was in was dimly lit and it looked vaguely familiar to her dorm room in Stanford, but she couldn't be sure. She knew for sure that it wasn't her dorm room. She had been tied to a bed and her clothes were torn and partially removed, her head was throbbing and she could feel a weird pain or sensation below the waist. She knew in that moment exactly what had gone on while she was unconscious and she could vaguely recall coming in and out of consciousness throughout the last few hours, but she couldn't really remember the details. She closed her eyes and a couple tears sneaked out before she could stop them. She was terrified that she wouldn't make it out of this room alive.
"Good morning sweetheart," Tyson said as he walked into the bedroom in a pair of gym shorts, "You had a pretty rough night last night. I'm surprised you're awake." Summer looked at Tyson with fear in her eyes. She hadn't felt this scared ever. "Why are you doing this?" she whispered to keep the tears from breaking free, "What did I do?" "It's simple Summer," he replied, his face inches from hers, "You left me. Nobody leaves me...I leave them." "You must live a much more miserable life than I thought..." Summer mumbled, "...if you have to force women to be with you. How many woman have you done this too you son of a bitch?!" He swung his hand back and flung it right across her face. Summer didn't make a sound as her head snapped to the side. She just looked at him with fear and rage in her eyes.
She hoped to god that someone had noticed her Jeep in the ditch and that her family would do everything that they could to find her. She could only imagine what her father, Otto, would do if he heard about this. He had never been in her life, per say, as he had always been in prison, but she did go and visit him a few times a year and she knew that no matter what, he would always love her. She also knew that even though he was in prison, Otto still had his ways of communicating with the outside world and making things happen if necessary.
"Why did you leave?" he screamed into her face, "After everything I did for you...I let you have your space when you asked for it, but I thought it was just a break...and then you fucking left!" "You scared me," Summer cried out, "You are a mean son of a bitch and any woman with a shred of self-respect would ditch your ass as soon as they could!" Again, Tyson's fist made contact with her cheek with a sickening crack and this time she whimpered slightly. "Maybe if I continue to beat the shit out of you, you will learn not to shoot of your mouth," Tyson growled, "Nobody talks to me the way that you do." "Because you fill them with fear," Summer retorted quietly, "They know they're dead if they talk shit to you." "So then why doesn't that scare you?" he questioned looking at her with an eyebrow raised. "Because I know for a fact that no matter what you do to me today or tomorrow...or the next day," Summer said confidently, as or as confidently as she could, "I will make it out of this alive..." "Don't be so sure," Tyson sneered as he hit her again across the face.
"Hey Buddy," Tyson called as he opened the bedroom door, "She's all yours." Panic rushed through Summer's veins when she heard the name. Buddy was Tyson's right hand man, he was also the man that did all of Tyson's dirty work. She could slowly feel the confidence drain from her body as Tyson gave her an evil smile before he left the room.
Summer pulled against the restraints around her wrists and there was no way she was going to get out of them. "Hey beautiful," Buddy said gruffly as he closed the bedroom door behind him and smiled at her evilly, "Let's keep the party going shall we. I'm sure it will be much more fun when you're awake." Summer opened her mouth and screamed bloody murder. At this point she was absolutely fearing for her life. She now officially didn't believe that she would make it out of this alive. His fist made contact with her other cheek. "Shut up," he growled as he began to undo his pants. He had hit her so hard it knocked her senseless. Summer tried to keep her eyes open and she struggled with all her might to stay awake. She felt Buddy spread her legs and crawl in between them before everything went black.
Jax had to be strong on the outside, but on the inside he was panicking like a crazy older brother. He was fearing for his little sister's life at that moment and he had absolutely no idea where to start. It had been 40 minutes since they called Juice to come pick up the Jeep and he had just called to say he was 5 minutes away. Jax pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled one more person that he thought might have a little more information.
"Hello," said a quiet voice on the other end. "Jess, it's Jax," he said into the phone in a panic. "Jax, is everything ok?" Jessica, Summer's dorm mate answered with concern. "No, everything is far from ok," Jax replied as he stood up and began pacing in the ditch, "Summer was kidnapped. I need you to tell me everything you know about a guy named Tyson." "Shit Jax, I'm so sorry," Jessica replied, "I'll help however I can. Tyson Jacobs was Summer's boyfriend for a year. She called it quits last summer because things got pretty violent. He isn't a very nice guy, but everyone in the Stanford area thinks otherwise. She never told you and I never said anything because she promised me not to say a word." "Jesus Christ," Jax mumbled, "Jessica, do you know of anywhere in Stanford where he would take her? Where no one would think to look for her? You have to tell me what you know. Summer is in a lot of trouble...like a matter of life and death trouble." "Besides his house, which he wouldn't take her to in a situation like this..." Jessica replied, her voice cracking with emotion, "I would check Buddy's dorm room. Buddy is Tyson's main man. It's in a secluded part of the university. That's where a lot of their dealings go down." "Oh my god Jess, you're amazing," Jax exclaimed, feeling slightly relieved, "So if something were to go down there, it more than likely wouldn't get reported." "That's right Jax," Jess replied, "Please find her, and let me know when you do." "Will do Jess," Jax replied.
After he had taken down Buddy's address and shoved his phone back in his pocket, Juice finally pulled up. "What the hell is this?!" Juice yelled as he jumped out of the truck, "Where's Summer?" "She's gone Juice," Jax replied, running an anxious hand through his hair, "Fucking ex-boyfriend kidnapped her and threatened to kill her. I need you to take her Jeep back to Teller-Morrow and I need you to call Clay and tell him and Opie to get their asses to Stanford as soon as bloody possible." "Shit," Juice replied, panicked, "I'll call them now and then I'll take the Jeep back. I'm guessing this is pretty serious? Did you even know Summer had a boyfriend?" "No...I didn't," Jax replied frustratedly, "Judging by what he does for fun and for a living, I can assume why she didn't want any of us to know. He is a pretty horrible man Juice. His name is Tyson Jacobs." Juice stared at Jax in shock and amazement. "Jesus Christ Jax," Juice replied, "No wonder she didn't say anything. Tyson Jacobs is a man you don't want to mess with... you don't want to mess with his crew either..." Jax stared at him for a moment. "I'm not even going to ask how you know about Tyson," Jax replied, "All I know is that I will kill whoever is in that room with her and if I miss then Chibs will be in to finish the job."
Juice turned and looked at Chibs, who at this point looked like he had just been run over by a mac truck and beaten up by one of his best friends. "She's going to be ok," Juice replied, still having no idea what had transpired between Summer and Chibs in the last couple weeks. "She better be," Chibs mumbled, "Because I don't think I will survive without her." Juice turned to look at Jax with a curious glance. "Ok, I've missed something," Juice said. "Chibs is in love with Summer," Jax replied, taking a deep breath before he spoke again, "We will get into the rest of the details later. The more time we waste talking about the long laundry list of things going on with Summer, the more of a chance we have of finding her dead. Call them, tell them to meet us there!"
With that Jax and Chibs ran towards their bikes and in an instant they were off towards Stanford, California to wreak havoc on a drug lord and his crew. Jax knew that when the four of them showed up, there would be nothing left once they were done and at this point, he was ok with that. He just wanted his sister back.