Heartbreak

Warnings... mentions of rape, beatings, cutting and murder.

Jax P.O.V

We all waited nervously for any news. Thomas and Lexi were trying to console a distraught David. I knew it was pointless, the boy loved my son more than his own life. If anything happened to Abel, I don't think he will come back from it. We all rushed outside as a car came into the lot.

"PAPA!" I heard Nevaeh shout as she threw herself into my sons-in-law's arms. David was trying to check her for wounds and hold her as close as possible while telling her how much he missed and loved her.

"YOU BITCH!" I turned to see Tara throw herself at Amy knocking them both to the ground as Tara hit, slapped, kicked, punched and pulled the girl back up by the hair. It took a few minutes before Chibs pulled his wife off the girl.

"Mom, what the hell? Why did you attack Amy?" Thomas said from his place beside David and Nevaeh.

"Because she is a traitorous cow, my son could be dead because of her. Let me go Chibs, I'm going to rip her scrawny little head off." Tara screamed kicking her legs out trying to get free.

"Amy? Is that true? Did you kidnap my niece? Are you the reason my brother is missing? Why would you do that?" Thomas asked.

It was horrible to see the heartbreak on my son's face while two of his brothers stood by him looking murderous. It still amazed me how close my four boys where you'd think they were raised together. I knew every one of them would die for each other.

"Yes, I did got a lot of money for it too." Amy said with a smirk

"Well sorry sweetheart but that money isn't going to do you any good in prison. Hap lock her in a room. Get as much information as you can." I said while watching my oldest and youngest sons trying to calm their brother.

"Chibs calm Tara down, Juice start looking at the camera's, find Zobelle's car. Thomas. . ."

"I'm going to look after my brother's family." with that he walked over to David who had taken Nevaeh to the swings.

"The rest of you, keep looking let's find my son... again."

David P.O.V

Four months, it's been four months since my Abel was taken and nothing. Everyone was looking for him, even the military.

They had gotten involved after he didn't show up for work. If he isn't found in the next two days, they will be declaring him dead.

Dead, I can't, won't even think of that as a possibility. I know he is alive; I can feel it and for that reason I will keep fighting.

Nevaeh's back at nursery and everyone else goes between work/school and helping look for Abel. I extended my leave I couldn't concentrate knowing my husband's missing. I'm currently sitting in the clubhouse waiting on Jax, he said we had to talk.

"Hey David, how you holding up?" Jax asked as he came towards me. I smiled at him

"I'm holding, you said you wanted to talk?"

"Yeah, we're calling off the search, son. I think it's time to face facts. Abel's gone and we need to keep going. It's killing me to do it, but it needs to be done."

I just nodded at him.

"Also, I wanted to talk about Nevaeh." My head snapped up at my daughter's name.

"What about her?" I asked with my heart rate increasing.

"I think she should come and live with me or her Gramma. It's only fair that she's with her family and I doubt you want to spend the rest of your life with someone else's kid." I saw red, they wanted my daughter, my last link to the love of my life, well not without a fight.

"NO! Abel wanted me to raise her and that's what I'll do. And someone else's kid? Are you forgetting that I legally adopted her? She is as much mine as she is Abel's and I won't give her up! In fact, we're leaving." I blurted out without thinking. Jax looked at me sharply.

"Leaving? and just where do you think you're taking my granddaughter?" He asked

"Back to San Fran, it's were Abel was meant to be based. He bought a house for us there. The day he left, he passed me a piece of paper with the address and a note to take Nevaeh and get out of Charming. I guess our daughter getting kidnapped for some crazy person from your past was the last straw for him.

If my husband is dead Jax, if that's what you all want me to believe, you can bet your ass that I'm going to complete the last thing he asked of me. I have more right to Nevaeh than both you and Tara, take me to court if you want but I'm her father and that is the end of it. That little girl is the only reason I've not given up yet, she's the very reason I breathe and I'll be dammed if I'm going to let you take her." With that said I walked back to the lot. Just as I was about to climb in my car, my cell started ringing.

"Hello?" I snapped.

"Umm… Hello, I'm looking for a Mr. Teller, a David Teller?" A man's voice said.

"Speaking, how may I help you?"

"Oh, Hello Mr. Teller, this is Doctor Michael's from Kindred Hospital in Albuquerque, New Mexico."

"Afternoon Doc, what can I help you with?" I asked confused.

"I thought you'd like to know that your husband was brought into us yesterday morning." I felt my world stop as I forgot to breathe.

"Abel, you have Abel?" I whispered not wanting to shatter the dream.

"Yes, he was brought in yesterday in pretty bad shape. We managed to stabilize him, but we are unsure if he will make it. He's yet to wake up." The Doctor explained.

"I'll be there as soon as I can." I said as a smile bloomed on my face. Hanging up my phone I ran towards the clubhouse.

"Jax! JAX!" I shouted causing customers to look my way, but I ignored them as my father-in-law came running out with the club behind him.

"David, what is it? Is it Nevaeh?" Jax asked panicked until he saw my face.

"They've found Abel." I all but shouted

"What? Where?" He asked

"He's in Kindred Hospital in Albuquerque, there not sure if he will make it but he's alive Jax. I'm going to head down."

"We'll come with you, go pick up Nevaeh and we'll meet you at the border. I'll call Lexi and my boy's" Jax said.

"I'll go run by the house and get Tara and Phil." Chibs said. I ran to my car to go get my daughter. All I could think was he's alive. My husband was alive and that's all that mattered.

15 hours and 1,074 miles later and we were parked outside the hospital. I quickly unstrapped Nevaeh from her booster seat and ran into the hospital. Rushing up to the welcome desk I practically shouted at the receptionist.

"Abel Teller's room?!" She didn't even look up from the magazine she was reading. She pushed some forms in front of me.

"Fill these out and a doctor will see you as soon as possible." She said blowing her gum.

"I'm not here to see a doctor, I'm here to see my husband." I growled at her as Thomas and Devon each put a hand on my shoulder to try and calm me.

"Sir, if you continue to be so aggressive, I will have to ask you to leave." She said still not looking up, that blew what was left of my already short fuse.

"You want aggressive you stupid bitch, how about I come over that desk and slap you to bloody Hong Kong? My husband has been missing for four months and I'm at the last of my patience, now do you're fucking job and tell me what room he is in before I release the hound of fucking hell on your ass you useless cunt!" I shouted whiling slapping my hand on the desk causing Thomas and Devon to tighten there hold so I wouldn't go flying over it on to the girl.

The girl looked at me shocked and a bit scared before stuttering out

"Name?"

"Abel Teller." Thomas said.

"Room 216, on the 3rd floor." I rushed to the elevators with everyone right behind me. Once we reached the 3rd floor, we walked down to room 216 were a doctor was coming out.

"Doctor Michaels?" I asked and he nodded.

"I'm David Teller, how's my husband?" I asked him and he smiled.

"You have one hell of a fighter there." I couldn't help but smile.

"He has woken up and seemed to remember everything, so we are not worried about memory loss. He has over 300 contusions from a knife and a gunshot wound on his left shoulder. A lot of his organs are busied from excessive beatings as well. Can I asked you a privet question, Mr. Teller?" I nodded my head unable to talk after taking in the details of Abel's condition.

"Do you and your husband engage in any rough or aggressive sexual contact?" I felt my face heat up, bloody hell my in-laws and the club were standing there, all staring waiting on an answer.

"I don't think I understand fully, what do you mean by rough or aggressive?" I asked going redder.

"Do you use toys? Or do you penetrate without the use of lubricant?" I didn't think my face could get any redder, but I was wrong. I swear my face looked like a Weasley's hair.

"Umm... no nothing like that. Our sex life is normal." I mumbled out. I could hear some of the guys trying to stifle their laughter. It cut off with the Doctors' next words.

"Hm, I was hoping for the other option. Mr. Teller I'm afraid there are signs that your husband has been raped, repeatedly and quite aggressively. He sustained a lot of damage to his anal area. We don't normally check such areas, but he was bleeding quite badly.

I'm sorry to have to give you all this bad news at once. You're more than welcome to go see him but I will warn you it isn't pretty over 90% of his body is covered in bruising." Doctor Michaels said with a solemn face. I gave a quick nod and walked toward the door.

A few days earlier- Unknown Location

Abel's P.O.V

I groaned as I came round again, I had no idea how long I'd been here. All I knew was I was in a shit load of pain and was ready to give up. The door opened and another guy came in. Being as weak as I was there was nothing, I could do as he forced himself on me. I was used to shutting myself off by now, this happened at least six times a day.

They'd rape me then beat or slash me whatever one they fancied, only this guy was stupid enough to place his knife on the table by the cot. While he was distracted, I quickly grabbed the knife and slit his throat. Blood soaked my dirty clothes and covered my face as it splattered everywhere, he bled out quickly. I rolled the dead weight off me and slowly started to stand.

I slowly made my way through the halls, slitting the throats of anyone I came by. It seemed to be some kind of, old warehouse. I finally reached my goal. Zobelle. I opened the door quietly; he was behind a desk doing what looked like paperwork. As he looked up to get another piece of paper, I threw the knife, it landed in his chest, clearly piercing a lung.

"You're going to die a slow painful death as you suffocate on your own blood, you bastard." I growled at him as fear filled his eyes.

I knew he had told his men they can do what they please with me, but they couldn't kill me. He also told them to make sure I never got hold of a weapon. I was Jax Teller's son after all.

"You can't get out of here without me." Zobelle spluttered out.

"And why's that?" I asked

"Because you need my handprint to unlock the door." He said with what was meant to be a smirk but failed as he spluttered on more blood.

"Is that so?" I pulled the knife out of his chest and the blood started filling his lungs.

Grabbing his hand, I took satisfaction in the fear and defeat that entered his eyes as he realized what I would do to see him dead. Bringing the knife down hard a gave a small smile at his gurgled scream as the hand detached from the wrist.

"Thanks for the hand." I said as I watched the last of his life leave his eyes as he choked on his own blood.

Once I was sure he was dead, I used the severed hand to open the exit. I shielded my eyes from the penetrating sunlight as I took my first breath of fresh air in what felt like a lifetime.

I stumbled around the roads trying to find some sort of medical center. I tripped over a curb and landed on my stomach with a groan of pain. I thought of how my husband and daughter needed me before the blackness invaded my vision.

As I came round the first thing, I noticed was the very sterile smell. I opened my eyes just to snap them shut again at the invading light, opening them slower to allow them to adjust, I realized I was in a hospital room.

"Well, welcome back Mr. Teller. You've had everyone worried for a few months. I'm Doctor Michaels and you're in Kindred Hospital in Albuquerque. Does anything hurt?" I shook my head while I processed the information.

Months, I'd been gone for months! And New Mexico, he brought me to the one place the club doesn't have a charter. Fucker!

"Well, all your vitals look good. Now, Mr. Teller, you were found on the side of a road can you tell me how you got there?" Doctor Michaels asked.

"I walked, they kept me there, hurt me. I had to get out, I killed them all and walked then nothing." I said the best I could.

"Okay Abel, we have treated your wounds and started you on pain meds. We have also given you medication to stop any S.T.I's. There were signs that you were sexually assaulted. Where you?" I looked down and chocked on a sob, ashamed that I had let them do that to me.

"It's alright Abel, you're safe here. I contacted your husband and your Staff Sargent. They should arrive soon." I looked up at this not bothered that there were tears in my eyes.

"David? You contacted David?" I asked quietly and the doc nodded. "Thank you"

"Not to worry son, you rest up and I will see you in a few hours." With that he walked out.

I lay back on the bed to try and sleep, it was no use as a few moments later the door opened and in walked a sight I thought I'd never see again.

David, red-faced handed Nevaeh over to Thomas as he rushed over to my bedside and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug while kissing every inch of my skin he could reach. I tried not to stiffen at his touch, but it was futile. David quickly released me and stepped back.

"Oh god Abel, I'm sorry the doc told us and yet I still bloody attack you, what the hell is wrong with me?" David stopped ranting as I laughed.

"Gods, I've missed you love." I said and David beamed at me. I took his hand and pulled him over.

"It might take a while and I will probably freak out, but I won't let what those monsters did to me ruin my marriage. Don't keep at arm's length Dave, I need you." I admitted quietly while looking at our joined hands hating sounding so weak.

David placed his finger under my chin and pulled my head up to look him in the eye.

"I'm here love and I'm never letting you go. I promise we will get through this like everything else. Together." He said as he placed a sweet, chased kiss on my lip.

I smiled shyly at him before my attention was on everyone else as some cleared their throats. I blushed as I realized what I had admitted to my whole family. Lucky I was saved by an angel, more specifically my angel.

"Daddy?" Nevaeh's voice floated from Thomas' arms as she woke up rubbing her eyes.

"Hey Spitfire." I said and her whole face light with a smile.

"DADDY!" She screamed as she leaped into my arms and cuddled close before falling asleep again with a whispered love you.

After everyone had hugged or welcomed me back, dad asked what had happened. I lay cuddled up with my head on David's chest as Nevaeh slept in between us. I sighed before starting my story.

"I don't remember much, I pulled my gun but Zobelle shot first, hitting my shoulder after that everything kind of phases in and out." I went on to tell them everything that had happened to me over the last four months.

My mother, Danielle, and Lexi were crying, my brothers were mad, and the rest of the club looked ready to murder. David silently wept into my shoulder; I only knew as I could feel his tears.

"What about Zobelle?" Dad asked.

"Dead put a knife into his lung then cut off his hand and watched him choke on his own blood before leaving." Everyone looked at me funny as a small smile tugged at my lips.

"Why did you cut off his hand?"

"Needed it to unlock the door and it was worth seeing the fear and defeat in his eyes as I did it."

"It's good to have you back Lil bro." Damion said with a large grin on his face.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that last part Private and put it down to survival." My Staff Sargent said as I turned to see him leaning against the closed door, I hadn't even seen him come in.

"Don't worry, you won't have to repeat you're self. I heard it all. I will right up you're report for you. Once you're cleared for work, I want you on the training field Teller. You're going to make one hell of a Marine."

"Thank you, Sir" I said as I tried to straighten out, but David wouldn't let me go.

"Don't move, just rest. You've been through hell. You will be expected to be cleared by a shrink before coming to work. For now, though I will leave you to spend time with your family. I'll be in touch and Teller. Good work." And he left without looking back.

About an hour after he left so did my family wanting to book into a motel for a couple of nights. Mom spoke with Doctor Michaels who said that if I keep up the way I am I can be released to my husband and mother's care in a few days.

David decided to stay with me, so mom took Nevaeh for the night. Curled up on my husband's chest I got the first restful night's sleep in four months, feeling safe wrapped up in my husband's strong arms.