Moving on

Warnings... very small mention of rape, beatings and cutting.

Abel's P.O.V

Sitting in the office waiting on the shrink coming in I reflected on the past week.

Nevaeh and I had moved int our new home that wasn't far from the base so I could go home after every shift. I had gotten Nevaeh set up at daycare and a nanny organized for when I'm running late or have to do a night shift, Nevaeh is loving daycare.

It's all she talks about, she made friend's fast but still asks about her old ones. I had contacted social services about little Beth like I was going to do before the kidnapping and I'm waiting on them getting back to me about her.

David had contacted a lawyer and now I have family court next week to determine Nevaeh's living arrangement, so that should be fun. I have contacted my parents and siblings a few times but slowly it is getting less and less. I can feel myself slipping from my family, but I just want a fresh start. I look round when the door opens.

"Hello Mr. Teller, I'm Dr. Crow" The woman who was around 5'6 with brown hair and green eyes said. I stood up and shook her hand.

"Good morning Dr. Crow, please call me Abel." I put on my infamous grin, she smiled back and nodded.

"So, Abel, tell me how are you feeling?"

"Better, now that I'm settled in. I really just want to start work." I gave her another smile.

"Okay, well let's see if we can make that happen. Can you tell me about the incident please?" She asked as she got out a pad and pen to write with.

"Well I don't remember much of what happened. I remember getting shot in the shoulder and pushed into a van. I must have passed out because when I came to, I was restrained to a bed and I heard talking." I told her, feeling myself being pulled back to that night.

"Can you tell me what was said?"

"'Boss said we can do what we want with him, we just can't kill him. Rules are. must sustain pain, but we can't kill him so nothing life-threatening. 2. Make sure all weapons are kept away, he's the son of an outlaw biker and a doctor. He will know how to use weapons and were to shot or stab that would be most effective.' Then footsteps as he walked away."

"That's very detailed Abel, how do you remember all that?" Dr. Crow asked with a shocked look.

"It was one of the most terrifying nights of my life. I remember the whole night in detail. Raped three times, beating twice and slashed six times from my left shoulder to my right hip." I said in a voice void of all emotion.

"How do you feel about what happened to you?"

"Honestly, nothing. Not anymore. I use to feel disgusted with myself for letting my body be violated in such a way but now I know it wasn't my fault and the best thing I can do is look at the positive things in my life and take the happiness were it comes."

"That's a very good point of view to have. What about you're marriage? Has what happened had any effect on it?"

"No because we are getting a divorce. I guess I wasn't good enough in the bedroom. Caught him away to sleep with another man." I said with confidence.

"How do you feel about losing your marriage after everything else?"

"I don't really care about losing the marriage. Guess we just weren't right for each other. I just feel bad because we have 13 years of friendship and I think that's gone. Even if it's not, the custody case David is dragging us through will most likely end it."

"Custody case?"

"Yeah, my three-year-old was adopted by my husband when she was one. So legally he has 50% of her rights and he is refusing to give them up, but I don't want him near her. So, to court we go."

"Why don't you want your husband near your daughter Abel?"

"Oh, well see the time I caught him was my first night home from the hospital. I went to sleep in the spare bed in Nevaeh's room wanting to be close to her when he comes in with his bit on the side ready to have sex in the room my daughter is sleeping in. In other words, I don't trust him with her."

"That's understandable. How is your relationship with your parents and siblings?"

"That's complicated, I'm close with my parents but there is a lot of history. When I was sixteen, I found out the woman who raised me wasn't my mother and that put adrift between us a little. I don't think my parents divorcing the same year helped though. It hurt to know that my parents stayed together for the sake of my younger brother and me when they were unhappy. Sometimes I feel like I've robbed them of their happiness." I rushed out not realizing I was baring my worst fears to the woman.

"Have you spoken to your parents about these fears. And your birth mother, have you tried contacting her?"

"No, I don't want to burden them with my problems. They are both remarried, my dad to the woman he was sleeping with and my mom has married the man she loves and has another son. As for my birth mother, she showed up about three years back, but I don't want anything to do with her. I have a mom and yeah things aren't the way they use to be but that allowed me to grow up and become who I am now."

"And how do you feel about your father's affair and your mother moving on so fast?" Dr. Crow hummed

"I don't see it as an affair as my mother knew and agreed to him sleeping with her. Gods they had three kids together. Same with my mother. She loved this man for a long time but because she slept with my dad once and got pregnant she gave him up so Tommy and I had a proper family." The doctor hummed at me and nodded.

"So, your father and step-mother have three children together. When did you find out about that?"

"When I was sixteen. The day Nevaeh came home from the hospital. Damion is two years older than me; dad didn't know about him until he was 2 near 3, then there is Devon he is a year younger than Tommy and then little Lexi who is a year under Devon. I get on great with the three of them, but it was horrible to find out that I missed out on 16 years with my older brother and then up to 15 with the others. Guess you can say 16 was a bad but good year for me."

"Guess you could. So other than these things you get along with your parents quite well. So, what is the complication?" She asked seeming confused.

"Well I've slowly been cutting contact with them. I've wanted this job since I was a small boy and my dad told me stories about my grandpa John, he was military and I wanted to make him proud. Now I just want my daughter to be proud of me. I know that keeping in contact with my father can cause complications with my job due to his affiliation with the Sons of Anarchy and the same with my mother. I guess in the long run it would be better to cut ties now than later down the line."

"That makes sense Abel but don't let a job alienate you from your family. Family is something that will always be there, but jobs come and go. What about you're Siblings, how are things with them?"

"I get on great with the four of them. Damion is an English teacher, but I can see him heading towards the club. Devon works for NASA, so we don't see him much and Lexi is still at school, so we aren't very close.

I was always close with Thomas, we were raised together and despite being opposites we were inseparable, now though I can see I am losing my baby brother to the world that is bikes and woman. So, you see I don't want my daughter growing up thinking it is okay to spread her legs for every man that asks, and I don't want her around such things. I just want a quiet life. I can't do that being connected to my family." I ended looking straight at her, so she knew how honest I was being.

"Okay Abel, I think I have everything I need to make my decision. I will contact you before the week is out." Dr. Crow stood and walked me to the door.

"Thank you for your time Doctor." I said as I shook her hand and then left for the parking lot.

"Nevaeh! Julie" I'm home." I called out as I hung my jacket on the hook. I walked into the living room to see Julie, the nanny, staring wide-eyed at me with some guy sitting on the couch.

"I'm sorry Mr. Teller, he wouldn't leave until he spoke with you. He said he's family." Julie said frantically

"Family? Why don't you go check on Nevaeh?" I shooed her out and turned to the person on my sofa.

"Can I help you, Sir?" I asked while holding myself defensively.

"Sir? Why Abel that hurt, you once said we were as close as brothers." The guy looked at me and my jaw dropped.

There in front of me was Jason. Rachel's older brother and my first love (not that he ever returned my feeling). Why does the past always bite me in the ass?

"Jason? My God. I haven't seen you in almost six years." I said shocked.

"Yeah, only got back off tour a year ago. Heard you dated my baby sister? Bet that must have been weird after being so love-struck with me." Jason gave that bark-like laugh that made me fall for him in the first place.

"Yeah, well after you left, she kept going on and on and I just thought why not, it wasn't like you'd ever return my feelings" I said sheepishly.

"You never know, Cutie" Jason said with a wink. I felt the heat in my face but stood my ground.

"Don't call me that Jas, I'm not a kid anymore. I'll have you know that I'm all grown up and a dad to boot."

"Yeah, my parents told me about the kid. I haven't spoken to Rachel since and I tried to find you, but I couldn't find anything about you after you left San Fran." Jason said choosing to ignore the comment about the old nickname.

"Yeah, I joined the military they cleared my file from after Nevaeh was born."

"You? You, little cutie Abel Teller joined the Military? What Platoon you in?"

"I'm waiting on my start date, some shit happened, and I had to recover and be cleared by a shrink. That's where I was today." I told him as I sat down on the sofa.

"You aren't going to drag Rachel back into my life, are you? I'm having enough custodial problems as it is." I whispered.

"What? No, I don't plan on having anything to do with my sister if I can help it. What problems are you having?"

"My soon to be ex-husband is taking me to court. He adopted Nevaeh a few years back, so he has rights to her." I mumbled and I felt the tears brim at the thought of losing my little girl.

"Husband? Wow, I've missed a lot. Please fill me in and let me see if I can help anywhere possible." Jason smiled at me.

I couldn't help but smile back. Jason had always been good to me, even though he is six years older he always made time for the awkward emo kid (me). Not to mention he was easy on the eyes.

He stood at a staggering 6'5 with lots of muscles. He was tanned and had light brown hair; he also had the clearest blue eyes I'd ever seen. I stared into those eyes and started talking. I told him everything he missed. When I got to the kidnapping and the court case I burst into tears. Jason just pulled me into a hug and let me cry myself to sleep on his shoulder like I used to.

Jason must have put me to bed as when I woke, I was lying curled on his chest in my bed. I looked up and watched him sleep for a few moments before his eyes opened.

"Morning." He mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Morning, sorry about last night. Guess everything is catching up with me." I said as heat filled my face.

"Don't worry about it. I just brought you up here and went to sleep in the spare room."

"The spare room? So how are you here?" I asked confused as I cocked my head to the side.

"You're cute when you're confused, did you know that? And you had a nightmare. I came to wake you and you asked me to stay so I did." I looked down embarrassed at the nightmare thing, my cheeks even grew hot.

"Awe, you even blush." Jason teased; I slapped his chest.

"Shut up, let's go get some breakfast." I mumbled shyly.

"Yeah, then I thought we could take Nevaeh to the park. If you don't have anything to do."

"The park sounds lovely Jas. Come on." With that I pulled him from the room.