Life and Death Of The Daughter Of Samcro

by BethJ159

Emery Trager is the dark red haired, grey eyed daughter of Tig and best friend to both Jax and Opie, follow her as she makes her way through her life as a daughter of Samcro, can she hold on to her innocence or is holding on for the weak? will friendships change when put to the test? is she falling for someone she calls friend? Is family really forever?

8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8- Ah Hell

Thank you for the likes,fav's and reviews :) Disclosure- Anything you recognise from SOA is Sutter what you don't recognise which is mainly Emery and April are mine- thank you :)

Day's had passed since Jax had opened up to her about the shooting and all things seemed to be going pretty well, well as good as they could really for a notorious mc, although they were still having trouble with the Mayans, Darby had backed off a bit, making some of the club a bit anxious as they assumed he was thinking of a new move to play. Jax and Tara had sorted out their shit and things seemed to be going well for them, and although that meant that she got to spend less time with Jax, Emery was just glad to see that Jax finally seemed quite settled and happy, besides Ryan had started spending more time with her and gave her lifts to and from school, Juice and Ryan had easily fitted into the small friendship group, April and Juice had become fast friends and Emery was pretty sure that they might possibly become more than that pretty soon, though she had no hard evidence. Opie and Donna were as in love as ever, and all things seemed good, too good.

He waited outside for the red head to make an appearance, Juice had already left to take April home and had told him that he'd meet him back at the clubhouse. He enjoyed his new life in Charming and being a prospect for the sons, but what made it even better was that he got to spend time with a certain grey eyed girl. When he'd first met her, she'd had left him somewhat stunned never before had he seen a girl look so beautiful in what he would refer to as comfy clothes, she'd had little to no make-up on and yet she was stunning, she wasn't the usual girl he'd go for, he'd go for the typical crow eater type. Short skirts low cut top's, boobs and ass practically falling out, probably because he knew they were easy, he wouldn't have to graft for their attention. Emery however seemed completely different and she left him curious, how did a girl that was brought up in the world of Samcro have so much compassion and sympathy for people, even people who wronged her, since he'd started going to Charming high, he'd witness Emery threaten the Mayan president's daughter, though he didn't fail to see the guilt that captured her face for all of a second when the Spanish girl had walked off tail between her legs, she had it in her to be cruel after all she was practically a son, she was strong and he'd heard she could be violent if she needed to be when he was re-told the story of when she'd gotten into a fist fight with the tanned girl. Looking at her he couldn't picture it, sure she seemed extremely strong willed but he couldn't imagine her fighting at all. He knew he was starting to feel something for her but each time it reared its head he forced it back down, there was one very important rule, especially for prospects and that was that Emery Trager was well and truly off limits.

He was pulled from his thought when a melodic voice drifted to him, 'you didn't have to wait you know' Emery called to him as he looked up green eyes meeting grey 'I could have walked home'

'yeah and your dad would have killed me' he smirked at her 'and then Clay, and then especially Jax and Opie and I think you're getting the point' he continued to grin as she got closer taking the helmet from him

'so your telling me the only reason you're here is because your scared of getting your ass kicked?' she laughed at him

'yep, that's the only reason, at least that's the only reason I'm gonna admit too princess' he responded popping the p and winking at her as he called her princess, inwardly grinning like an idiot at the fact he'd managed to make her blush. He'd started calling her princess after he'd herd Rita refer to her as the princess of Charming and it kind of stuck. He couldn't help but bask in the feeling of her arms snaking around his waist, and holding him firmly, resting her chin on his shoulder blade as she lifted her head up to tell him she was ready, feeling her touch and her breath on his neck he couldn't help but picture her, her dark red hair spread around her head, grey eyes gazing up at him with want and excitement, as he hovered above her naked body, dipping his head to kiss her delicate neck.

'hey, I said I'm ready Ryan' she nudged him pulling him from his daydream, glad he was facing the front so she couldn't see his slight blush or notice the bulge that now showed at his crotch, not trusting his voice he simply nodded before starting his bike and riding off in the direction of the clubhouse, trying to get his mind and his boner under control.

Only a few minutes into the ride home a dark SUV was driving up his ass, behind it two bikes pulled out the distinct handlebars on the bikes told him they were Mayan, picking up speed he felt Emery's arms tighten and he knew she knew something was up, if he had been on his own it wouldn't have bothered him so much but the fact he had Emery on the back had him a little panicked, he couldn't exactly start firing off rounds and he hoped and prayed that they wouldn't open fire since her being on the back left her open and exposed for an easy target. The SUV was easily keeping pace with him and bumped into the back jolting the bike forward he heard Emery give a little squeak as the car made contact, he squeezed her hand at his waist and told her to hold tight and he put one foot down for balance and rounded the corner at an unsafe speed, the car couldn't turn in time, however the bikes stayed on him. Next thing he herd was gun shots, though he was guessing they were more of a warning as none found their intended target, from behind him he heard Emery scream before shouting 'Give me your gun' he couldn't help but be stunned as he lifted up his cut at the back and she grabbed the gun, he heard her cock it and then she began firing but of course Emery being Emery aimed only for the mirrors to start with hoping they'd back off. Next thing he knew there was a loud popping sound and the bike began to swerve he had no control so if he had to guess he'd say they'd shot out a tyre, the bike hit the floor sending both him and Emery skidding along the floor, he felt as she was ripped away from him at the force of impact. He hit his head hard and as he saw a man and a girl approaching Emery he fought to lift himself, he got to his feet before he felt another blow to his head sending him to the floor blacking out.

Emery let out a pained groan, the whole of her one side as throbbing with pain, she looked across to Ryan to see him struggling to his feet, before seeing the Mayan president slam his fist into his head sending him unconscious to the floor, she looked down to see her thigh was bleeding with deep scratches stretching the length of her leg effectively up to her waist, her head was bleeding and as she tried to assess her damage and if they was any way she could get Ryan and herself out of this she heard a high pitch laugh and couldn't help the colour drain from her face… Rita

'wow that looks pretty nasty' she cooed to Emery, 'let me help you up there sweetie' she grabbed Emery's hair and dragged her to her knees, refusing to let out a cry at the pain she felt coursing through her entire left side and her head she let out a heavy grunt, she should have known, Rita had let the beating go pretty quickly with no real comeback she should have anticipated something like this, she only caught a glimpse of Rodrigo before his fist collided with her cheek sending her backwards to the floor and Rita dragged her back up again, he went to strike her again but his arm was caught by his father, Alverez began shouting at him in Spanish, she didn't know much of the language but she could tell he wasn't impressed about the fact that his son had struck a girl. 'Rita get this done, before he wakes up' he gestured towards Ryan, 'we keep this between the girls to prevent a war from ensuing' Alverez barked at his son.

Rita didn't waste any time lunging for Emery like a hungry lioness pouncing on its prey, Emery could feel every hit, every knee that connected with her already fragile body, not wanting to give up although she knew Alverez and his men would intervene if she hurt the Spanish girl, she managed to flip them and smashed the back of Rita's head off the concrete and managing to head-butt the girl before she was pulled from her by Rodrigo and slammed into the ground, she didn't know what happened after that, her head connected with the ground and everything went black.

Ryan came to just as the bikes and car were speeding away with fear gripping him he looked around to find Emery lying in what must be an uncomfortable position on the ground, with her legs tucked under her body, ignoring the throbbing of pain in his arm and head he ran towards her and dropped next to her fearing she was dead, he put his head to her chest and relaxed a little at hearing her heart beat and the feeling of the slight rise and fall of her chest, he pulled out his phone and rang for an ambulance, debating on whether he should ring Tig now or when he got to the hospital, knowing he was already in for a beating from the sergeant at arms, for failing to keep his daughter safe, he decided to ring him now so he could meet her at the hospital.

She woke to voices, one was very distinct and she knew was her father's, and he was well and truly pissed off she thought for a moment that maybe she could pretend to be asleep so she wouldn't have to face him, but behind the anger emanating from his voice she could tell there was an underlying worry,

'You should have kept her safe!' he bellowed at who she could only assume was Ryan since he had been the one that was with her

'I tried, I did but I couldn't shake them, and then they blew out the tyre, I tried to get to her but someone knocked me out, I'm sorry Tig' he pleaded with the crazy blue eyed son,

'I don't give a shit you should have tried harder, look at her!, I ought to beat your ass right now, you stupid son of a bitch' he continued

'I know and I'd let you' he replied solemnly

'Its not his fault dad' Emery's voiced croaked out not sounding at all as authoritive as she had hoped, she was greeted by concerned green and blue eyes, her father was at her side in an instant, slowly stroking her hair and kissed her on the head, 'I'm okay pa' she half whispered to him, as she looked to Ryan who just stood with his head down.

'no, your not' her dad replied with a flat voice 'you got pretty beat up angel, dipshit over there said it was the mayan's that true?' he asked eyes blazing

'dad don't, it wasn't his fault, nobody could have known, it's my own fault for getting in a fight with Rita'

'why take such a long time to retaliate?, it doesn't make sense' he began pacing

'dad look just calm down and don't do something stupid, Alverez said to Rodrigo not to get involved, he said keeping it between us girls would prevent a war with Samcro' she looked to him eyes pleading, she didn't want any of her family getting hurt not over something like this.

The door creaked open revealing Jax's blonde head, 'sorry I got here as soon as I could, ma and the others are on their way' he gave a tight smile to Emery when he saw she was okay

'Jesus Christ Red, she really did a number on you' he walked over to her tentively putting a hand to her cheek

'she can't take all the glory, Rodrigo got his revenge hit in' really wishing she could take back what she'd just said when she saw Jax's eyes blaze with anger, then without any real warning he turned and slammed his fist hard into Ryan's face, not anticipating the hit Ryan fell to the floor but quickly scrambled to his feet facing Jax,

'stop!, just stop!' Emery screamed at Jax, he followed Ryan's wide eyed gaze towards Emery, who had stumbled out of bed nearly falling but for her father catching her, 'Take it easy angel' he soothed to her 'you've got a fairly bad head injury'

'I don't need this right now' she scolded the boy's 'like I said to my dad, it wasn't his fault Jax, I know you need something to take your anger out on but, he's not the one that deserves it'

'it's okay princess, their right I should have protected you better, you shouldn't forgive so easy kid' his voice was flat, not the usual jokey tone she was used to with Ryan.

Jax couldn't help but notice the look Ryan gave Emery, he cared about her that much was for sure, and he knew Ryan would never let anything happen to Emery if he could help it and although Ryan would always joke and say it was because he didn't want to be on the wrong end of Tig's wrath, or the fact that he knew many of the club members, the Tacoma killer to name one would have literally kicked the shit out of him, Jax knew the prospect was starting to feel something for his Red and in some ways that kind of irritated him. Now Jax had gotten some of his rage out in the form of giving Ryan an already forming shiner he could see the emotion he held in his gaze for Emery and he could see that it killed him to see her so beat up and on his watch too.

As her father helped her back into bed, she turned to him asking for him to ask the nurse for her to be discharged, she hated being in the hospital, and on top of that she hated being treated like an invalid, she couldn't wait for the queen of samcro to come, it was truly exhausting trying to keep these boys in check, and she had developed a new found respect for the fact Gemma managed it without even breaking a sweat.

'I dunno angel, if they think it best for you to sta-' he began before she cut him off

'look pa, I have a concussion and a few scrapes and bruises, nothing that can't be handled at home by Chibby no doubt, or even one of the other sons' she turned her puppy dog eyes to her dad, 'I just wanna go home, or go to the clubhouse please daddy' he gave a heavy sign and she knew she'd won, as he walked off to get the discharge papers, she would have been wearing a triumphant smile if it wasn't for the fact her face hurt to smile. 'hey Ryan think you could hand me that mirror' she motioned for the small mirror on the drawers across from her bed, he gave a simple nod moving to get it her. This would be it once she saw how bad her face actually looked she was gonna hate him too, her left eye was swollen, just slightly covering her once beautiful grey eye which was now ugly and bloodshot, her full lips were swollen and cracked, and the thick cut that stretched just under her cheek bone was ugly and could possibly scar, she was gonna hate him, how could he have let this happen to her, her whole face was either bulged or bruised, he saw Jax give him a weary look a he handed her the mirror, both boys not thinking this was a good idea at all.

Noticing the looks the boys shared, she'd gathered it was bad her view was slightly blocked over her left eye so she knew it was swollen, and as silly as it seemed she couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed that Jax and Ryan had witness her looking so bad, although inside she wanted nothing more than to cry, cry for the fact that she'd been beaten, cry for the pain she felt in the entire of her left side, and as shallow as it sounded she wanted to cry for the fact she couldn't bring herself to look at the marks that marred her leg and possibly her face, she knew her legs were scratched she had got a good look before the beating had started. She took a deep breath, she'd made a pact to herself she would not let anyone see her weak, see her cry, or see her scared. 'you boys mind giving me a sec?' she asked in what she hoped was her normal cheery voice, 'just wanna give myself the once over and I think dad would kill both of you if you saw more skin than he deems respectable' she gave a light chuckle as both boys gave a tight smile leaving the room.

Although the curiosity was eating at her she just couldn't bring herself to raise the mirror she held in her hand, maybe if she didn't know it would be better, maybe then she could continue to act like it was fine, she couldn't cry for any injury she didn't see right?, whilst stuck in her internal debate she didn't notice someone had crept into the room until she felt a warm hand squeeze her free one, she jumped slightly as she turned to face Gemma, 'hey, baby girl' she gave her a reassuring smile, 'you don't have to do that right now you know'

'better to just get it over with though eh' although Emery's voice was small she knew it didn't give away any of her fear,

'their gonna discharge you, I just wondered if you wanted to go home or stay and the clubhouse to recover?' she asked

'that depends, are you guys gonna leave me alone If I come to the clubhouse or are you just gonna fuss around me, because if you are I choose home' she grinned at Gemma ignoring the pain and the tear she felt as her lip re-split,

'you got it baby girl, I'll go on ahead of you and clean your bedding at the clubhouse' Emery rolled her eyes at her somewhat mother 'after that no fussing, promise' she held up her hand in mock surrender, as she backed towards the door, 'oh by the way, just one more person wants to see you, he's kind of tearing up the ward out there, the rest of us will meet you at the clubhouse' she left the door and within seconds a bald head peeped through the door, she could see the panic leave Happy's eyes as he saw she was awake and somewhat okay, she then saw his rage return as he took in all of her injuries, silently he walked over to her bed as she moved her legs over a bit he sat next to her holding onto her free hand the other still gripping the mirror tightly.

'you looked?' Happy's deep husky voice rang out after what seemed an age of silence, she just bit her lip and shook her head, then he saw her release her bottom lip and put on a straight determined face,

'not yet people keep interrupting me' she nudged him forcing a smile to hide the pain that coursed through her

'don't do that' he spoke 'not to me' she looked at him curiously though she knew what he meant, 'since your pa came back injured you've put up a wall with everyone, I won't let you do that to me' he squeezed her hand, she wasn't sure if she knew anyone stronger than Happy, he never seemed to be upset or fazed by anything that he saw the only time he ever showed emotion was if it was something concerning Emery, surely she could let down that wall in front of him, he wouldn't judge her for being weak, would he? She just simply nodded to her godfather and raised the mirror to look at her reflection.

Looking at herself she couldn't help the tears that flowed, she didn't recognise herself, she looked worse than what Rita had when Emery had smashed her face off a sink, Rita must have continued to beat her once she'd blacked out, she held a hand to her mouth as she choked back a sob, within seconds of her crying, Happy had put his arms around her and cradle her gently to his chest, after what seemed to have been an age she pulled away from him sniffing and straightening her expression, she wiped the tears from under her eyes 'sorry Hap, that wasn't supposed to happen' she gave him a small smile,

'put your wall up all you want kid, but don't ever hide from me, you hear me' although he was trying to soothe her she couldn't help but think his voice still sounded like a threat, she couldn't help but laugh at him as he wiped her tears for her.

Days had passed since her beating and she was still living at the clubhouse, Jax had swung by as soon as she got there with Tiberius he knew she'd be wanting him, for the first few days she spent the most of her time in her room, moving was painful so it was the better option for her. Jax, Opie and even April would stop by all the time and watch films with her or fill her in on the gossip. Even Tara had stopped round with Jax and had given her some cream for her legs and her face, saying that it would help prevent the scarring, it was kind of a peace offering on Tara's part and Emery couldn't help but be grateful, as time had passed she didn't care about the beating all she cared and prayed for was firstly that her face didn't scar and that hopefully her legs wouldn't either, she lived in summer dresses and her legs being that badly scarred meant she wouldn't be able to wear them anymore. She couldn't help but feel guilty as she worried about something so superficial when there were many people in the world way worse off than she was.

More days passed and Emery moved back home she'd be going back to school tomorrow, and although she felt she was ready, even ready to face Rita she couldn't help but feel like she needed to sort out one more thing before going back, Ryan had been avoiding her and it was made more obvious since they had been practically living together, so she decided to confront him after all they'd become good friends she didn't want to lose him over his unnecessary guilt. Knocking on his bedroom door she heard him grunt a come in and taking a deep breath, she walked into his room to find a shocked Ryan sitting on his bed with his laptop on his lap, he was dressed in a grey tank top, with black sweatpants, his hair slightly dishevelled,

Looking around she couldn't help but compare his room to Jax's it was completely clean, like scary clean, he didn't even have any washing whatsoever scattered on his floor unlike Jax's bedroom, his walls were pretty bare apart from some shelves on the wall which held miscellaneous belongings

'Emery?' he breathed as she shut the door behind her she walked to sit at the bottom of his bed crossed legged, 'you shouldn't be in here if Tig knew-'

'dad's not here, besides I can come see you if your flat out avoiding me' she smiled shyly at him, wondering where her new found confidence had come from.

'I'm not avoiding you' he defended weakly, 'I just erm-' he scratched his head 'you look good' he gestured towards her, her face thankfully hadn't scarred and she was back to her normal self besides from a few dull bruises and cuts on her face, she was however the new owner of two finger length scar's on her upper leg where they joined her hip so she didn't dwell on it too much since she could still wear her dresses and they wouldn't ever really be seen. She stood up and gave a twirl

'yep, good as new' she smiled at him 'so you can stop beating yourself up about it' she hated that he was avoided her, she hated that he wasn't acting like his usual self, like her Ryan, she just wanted that back. 'you can go back to acting like my Ryan again' she beamed before realising what she'd said

'your Ryan?' he raised an eyebrow at her, as she felt her face burn up, idiot! I am well and truly an idiot she thought to herself

'you know the carefree, happy Ryan' she tried to hide her embarrassment as he moved the laptop onto his bedside table

'nah huh, you said your Ryan, not normal Ryan' he smirked at her, standing

She gulped, fuck! Not smooth not smooth at all Emery 'well yeah, I mean my Ryan, as in the Ryan I know, as in the carefree Ryan' she started babbling as he stepped closer to her, oh god what should she do in all honesty she just wanted to run away.

As he reached her he tucked a lose strand of hair behind her ear and looked down at her, 'I'm glad you're better' he practically whispered, she found herself stood frozen 'I'm so sorry, that should never have happened, you should never have gotten hurt' he let out a breath as he ran his hands down her arms and held onto her hands, she was pretty sure that she'd stopped breathing but at this moment she didn't care, she could feel her warm hands in his cool grip, as she gazed up at his emerald eyes, eyes flickering to study his face, his strong jaw decorated by a stubble, his brown hair which now she looked closely had flecks of a lighter brown, almost blonde, she focused her gaze back to his eyes, trying to ignore the jolt that coursed through her at his touch, 'I have been avoiding you, but not just because of the accident, I mean some of it is, why didn't you hate me?' he looked at her confused as she let out a small giggle,

'why would I hate you Ryan?, you didn't crash the bike on purpose, you didn't hit me, I have no reason to hate you' she continued to gaze at him with honest eyes,

'no but I should have protected you better, I should have got you away safely, It killed me to see you laying on that floor lifeless I really thought you were dead' he looked to the ground, she couldn't help but let the butterflies happily flap around in her stomach as she thought about what he said, he was upset because she was hurt, it had bothered him, moving her head into his eye line she tried to lighten the mood, 'you care?, are you going soft on me?' she grinned at him his eyes widening at recognition to what he'd just said, god he was a fool, what was it about this girl that turned him into a damn 14 year old that couldn't keep his emotions, dreams, or his erections in check?, internally face palming himself he looked to her, what could he do, it would never work, her dad would string him up by his balls rather than let him date her.

'so maybe I do' he murmured to her, shocking her a little at his confession, not knowing what to do since they were now blanketed in an awkward silence, she began tickling him 'awwh big bad Ryan cares' she cooed at him as he desperately tried to move out of her reach laughing, 'stop, Emery, stop' he laughed as he managed to get behind her and begin tickling her in retaliation she spun around jumping back to try and get free but ended up toppling onto the bed pulling Ryan with her, she giggled as she saw a shocked Ryan looking down at her, his face gradually coming closer, he wasn't, was he?, was he actually going to kiss her, his face stopped inches from her own, 'they'd kill me' he whispered, she could see his internal struggle in his eyes, 'first rule, especially for prospects, Emery Trager is-'she rolled her eyes at him, he loved the sarcastic look she gave him then he was taken off guard and completely cut off when her lips pressed against his.

She couldn't help it, he was blabbering, she was aware of the whole 'Emery's out of bounds rule' and in her opinion it sucked, big time, so instead she decided to help the boy out by making his decision for him, she pressed her lips to his hard, cracked ones, feeling that jolt go through her again, she feared the worse when after their lips touched he pulled away from her and looked at her with terrified eyes, 'off limits' he finished, by now she was starting to panic had she read the signs wrong? Didn't he actually have feelings for her? She heard him take a breath,

'look, Emery I can-' he didn't get to finish what he wanted to say as she moved from under him letting out a quiet sorry and practically ran from his room, instantly guilt flooded him, shit! Was all he could think as he stood there putting his fingers to his lips were they still burned from the feeling of Emery's lips on his.