[Name]'s nerves were completely shocked. Between her mother and Club activities that seem to continuously flood into her life, she was at her wit's end.

Her mother was constantly begging for her to come back to Belfast with her. Her mother had made it clear that she wanted her daughter out of this life, the only life she had ever known.

Time and time again she had argued with her mother that she was not about ready to leave. Even after the fact of the van explosion, the death of one of the club members wife, and the fact that she continuously to get hurt -- she made it clear that she wasn't going anywhere.

This caused complete chaos between her and her mother. Her mother threatening to tell Galen, her uncle, everything that had happened while under Clay's watch.

It pissed her off to no end. Her mother was trying to blackmail her in order to get her to come home where she thought she had belonged.

But her mother didn't understand was that there was literally nothing left for her back in Belfast. Her whole life that she had made was here now in Charming California.

Even so her mother was still persistent. Which she knew that her mother would be until she had accomplished what she wanted, which was never going to happen.

But as time dragged on so did the many questions but continuously popped up for her.

[Name] hadn't seen Tig and Half-Sac since yesterday evening. They have went on a run with clay and neither one of them had returned. When she inquired about their whereabouts from clay, he just gave her a smirk and told her not to worry about it that they were both fine and having a good time.

And then the following day they both showed up out of the blue. Half-Sac sack acted as if nothing happened, but when she looked at Tig there was something different in his eyes. Whatever had happened changed him, and she wanted to know what it was.

"Hey, Tiggy?" She called out making her way up to him. "Are you okay?"

He looked at her almost sad. He didn't say anything, he just looked at her and it caused her to raise eyebrow. He was abnormally quiet and seemed rather drawn back with her since he returned.

Yeah, yeah, I just -- uh -- I just..."

He trailed off on his sentence not being able to finish it. She tried to keep eye contact with him but he turned and looked away from her. His behavior was starting to worry her greatly.

"You know, I told you that you can speak to me about anything that's bothering you. I'm really starting to get worried here, Tig. You're not acting like yourself."

She informed him causing him to look at her wide-eyed. His mouth was parted slightly as he goes down on her. What was he supposed to say?

How was he supposed to tell her about the trip that he had just been on with the shrooms that they had him take to see if they were legit? How is he supposed to tell her that he envisioned Donna the whole time?

How was he supposed to look her in the eyes and tell her that he was the one that hit killed Donna?

Don't go chasing after something you can't have.

Bobby's words echoed in the back of his mind painfully causing him to close his eyes and putting his hand over his face.

They were both standing outside under the coverage of the Clubs roof by the pic-nick table. They were alone, nobody else was around, anyone else that was outside was in the TM garage working.

"Tig?"

He felt her hand being placed on his arm that was brought up with his hand that was covering his face.

He brushed her off as he ripped his arm from her grasp, startling her and causing her to step back. Her eyes were wide as she looked up into his painful expression.

"Jesus fucking christ, Tig! What the hell is wrong with you?"

He shook his head and approached her, pointing his finger at her chest.

"You need to leave me the hell alone, woman!"

He grolwed lowly at her. She started backing away as he advanced with every step she took.

"Stop caring about me so God damn much! I'm a horrible, pathetic, piece of shit, sick, twisted, son of a bitch -- "

Her back hit the wall of the Clubhouse and Tig stopped inches from her face as he towered over her wide-eyed and mouth gaping expression.

"And you don't need to be around me!"

He screamed the last part in her face. She blinked and withdrew as far as she could into the wall. Her palms flat against the tin siding as she was breathing deeply, trying to calm herself.

He went to pull away and walk, but she opened her mouth as she stayed up against the wall, causing him to stop walking.

"I care about you."

He didn't bother to turn around. The wavering tone of her voice was enough to cause his heart to break in two. He feared looking at her would only cause more damage.

His hands gripped into fists as he stood there and thinking about what she just said. He shook his head once leaving it turned slightly over his shoulder, but not looking at her.

"Great."

He scoffed before walking away from her. After he had left, she felt her knees buckled under her and she slid down the wall of the building.

She took a deep breath as she clenched her black wifebeater that she wore today. She felt the tears prickeling in the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall.

She had finally told him how she felt about him -- as best she could, and he waved her off as if he didn't even care.

What has she done to anger him? Was it just that he didn't feel the same about her? But after everything that they had been through, and after all the time that they had spent together did that not mean anything to him?

Her breathing labored has a tear trickled down her cheek. Her fingers quickly swiped it away only to have another take its place.

She started to grow angry with herself. She couldn't believe how stupid she had just acted. And then how she was acting now was unbelievable.

This was a stupid reason to cry and she knew it. She tried pulling herself together but every time she tried harder it only got worse.

It finally came down to the point where she was crying silently to herself as she held her head in her hands. She tried to use her arms to cover her face and the rest of her body as best she could, in case somebody were to come by and see her, she didn't want them to see she was crying.

As Tig walked away from her he didn't ever think that he would feel this much pain in his chest.

Then out of the corner of his eye he seemed Opie at his bike. The tow truck was parked beside him and the bike as he was leaning down into his bag to get something.

He made a beeline for the man not being able to hold back the secret any longer.

[Name] sat on the ground till she heard what sounded like Opei yelling at the top of his lungs.

Quickly, she jumped to her feet -- not caring at this point if anyone had seen that she had been crying.

She rushed around the corner and looked upon in horror as Opei was pounding Tig's face in with his fists, and Tig was just taking it not even attempting to fight back.

"Opei! Opei!"

[Name] screamed, causing the guy's that were standing in the TM garage to glance over and come rushing to pull the guys apart.

Jax and Bobby were quick outside as they pulled the guys apart.

She rushed over and went to check on Tig's face when Opei reached out and grabbed her arm, drawing her back and away from him.

"Opei, what are you -- "

But she didn't even get to finish her question when his smoldering gaze caught her eye.

"You need to stay the hell away from him, [Name]!"

She just looked at her friend, shocked. He could see that she didn't understand why, so he held her arm tighter as if trying to get his message across.

"Before you end up dead too."

He said finally releasing her. He went to walk away leaving her there confused and scared. She looked to Jax and Bobby for an answer, both of them seeming to know what Opie was talking about.

She shook her head and looked back at Tig who was slowly pushing himself off of the wrecker.

"What did you do?"

She looked at him as she took a step forward. He refused to look at her. She moved another step forward to where she was about a food from him.

"What did you do?"

She pleaded with him. He finally looked up at her his bright blue eyes wide. His face was busted from Opie's rings. His lip was swollen as it was cut open along with several other places on his face.

He looked at her as if lost and not knowing what to do. He licked his lips before he opened his mouth to speak.

"I killed Donna."

She lifted her head back and gasped quietly. Her mouth hung open as she looked at him wide-eyed.

How was she supposed to respond to that answer? But more importantly --

How was she supposed to respond to him?