Trigger Warning: Mentions of death, killing, abuse, and sexual assault.

Description: Jax's sister returns to the clubhouse and her best friend when she kills her abusive ex.

I stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered and wrapped in a towel. I jumped as I noticed the figure on the bed, subconsciously letting out a soft yell.

"What the hell Hap?" I asked. He just turned to look at me. "Scared the shit out of me."

"You're in my room," he said bluntly.

"No shit. Ma said you'd be on a run a few more days. Said she knew my shit was still in your bathroom if I wanted to shower," I said. I grabbed my clothes and went to return to the bathroom to get dressed.

"Your hair."

"My ex hated the color," I said. He turned his back to me and I sighed, stepping into the doorway of the bathroom to get dressed but leaving it open so we could talk.

"He hurt you?"

"Yeah," I said softly. I pulled my shorts and long sleeve shirt on as quickly as I could.

"I'll kill him," he said.

"No need Hap," I said. I walked over and sat down beside him. "I kinda beat you to it. Tig and Jax are cleaning up."

"Shit little girl," he said. I just nodded and wiped my eyes. His hand found itself a place on my knee as I leaned into him some.

"I'm sorry for leaving," I said. He just shook his head. He'd told me when I left he wouldn't hold it against me.

We sat in silence for a while.

"I sent the prospect after hair color," I said softly.

"Rat?"

"I think so," I said. "I just need to feel like myself again. Haven't been the same since he started beating me."

"Why didn't you call?"

I just shrugged a little. "Can't admit when I need help."

He leaned over and kissed my head. He forced me to look up at him with a gentle hand under my chin and my eyes watered more. He just shook his head. I knew he could see how much I'd been broken down.

"What all did he do to you?"

I let out a shaky breath and shook my head. "You really don't want to know."

He glared at me in a way that I knew meant he was going to get the answers he wanted from me eventually.

"Started out with snide remarks about how certain outfits made me look fat," I said softly. His fist on his left hand was clenching and unclenching as he tried to keep his cool. "I've already handled him Hap. I'm not gonna tell you the rest if you can't handle it."

He just wiped his face and nodded, clearly waiting for me to continue.

"From there is was gradual. Emotionally and psychologically abusive comments. Then a backhand or light smack here or there. Kinda conditioning me to take it right up until he beat the shit out me and raped me a couple of times. He'd beat me unconscious and I'd wake up naked and tied to the bed," I said.

"I'm sorry he did that to you little girl," he said.

I threw myself back onto Happy's bed and cried some more. "You can say it ya know. I deserve it."

I took his next few moments of silence as him not following my logic. "I told you so. You told me if I left you couldn't protect me and I'd get hurt and have to come home. You were right Happy."

"You didn't deserve the shit he did to you," Hap said. "Was he the only one?"

I nodded and Happy just leaned forward, moving his elbows onto his knees.

A few moments of silence later and there was a knock on the door. My mom didn't wait for an answer as she walked in carrying a shopping bag.

"Hey baby, Rat said you didn't tell him what color so he just got a bunch but none of them are unnatural," she said, digging through the bag.

"It's okay mom. I'll go dark and get a few new tats," I said, sitting up and leaning against Happy's side.

"Hap, when did you get home?"

He didn't answer and so I placed my hand in his.

I just shook my hand as my mother looked at us.

"I told him everything. He's processing," I said. She nodded and sat the bag down on the desk before walking out.

"I need a couple new tats," I said.

"What?" He asked, finally looking up at me.

"Something for the kill," I said. I'd killed one other person and Happy had done a small star tattoo for it.

"Another star," he said. "You can start collecting 'em too."

"And something to cover some scaring on my ribs," I said.

"From what?"

"Cigarette burns and a couple of cuts," I said softly.

"Let me see," he said. I lifted the hem of my shirt up over my frail body and his hand froze several inches above the scars, obviously worried about touching me.

"It's a good thing you killed him," he said. "I wouldn't have been nice about it."

"I know," I said, laying on his shoulder again.

"My crow."

"What?"

"I told you," he said.

The day I'd walked out on my family about six months ago for the now dead ex, Happy told me I'd realize my mistake and come home to them eventually. He made a promise that when I did he would give me his crow. We've been best friends for as long as we've known each other, and we've both always had feelings for one another. He just wouldn't ever admit to it because he's the clubs killer. So, I went out and found myself a new guy who turned out to be an abusive piece of work.

"That's right," I said softly. "You really want me to wear it?"

"You're the only one I'd even consider little girl," he said.

"Happy, this has gotta be slow. I need time to recover mentally, physically, and emotionally."

He just nodded. "Your pace."

I nodded and leaned into his side as his hand found it's way to my knee again.

"I've got some floral designs you like if you'd prefer those to a crow."

"I want your crow Hap," I said.

"Then we'll get some meat back on your bones and put my crow on your ribs."

I nodded and he kissed my forehead again.

"I've gotta go get reacquainted with the club," I said.

"And tell 'em you're mine," he said. I nodded and we headed out to the bar.