SOA Short Stories

Trevor

Tasha ran across the lot towards the garage in search of her big brother. With no luck she cursed under her breath. "Of course the asshole is nowhere to be found when I need him!" She turned and went to her car, only to be stopped by her mother.

"Why are you running around here like shit's about to hit the fan?" Gemma asked as she eyed her daughter.

Tasha rolled her eyes and opened her car door, only to have Gemma slam it shut and grab her face. "What the hell happened to you?" She asked. She held onto Tasha's face as she examined the now purplish bruise forming around her left eye. She also noticed the marks around her arms as well.

"I'll explain later, ma." She squirmed. "I gotta find Jax before Trevor kills Matt." She explained as she shrugged her mother off of her. Sliding into the driver's seat, she didn't waste time saying goodbye and speeding off the lot.

Gemma watched her speed off and saw Happy walking towards her with his brows creased. She pointed in Tasha's direction. "Find her and find Jax."

"What happened?" He asked.

Gemma sighed. "That little asshole she's been dating laid his filthy hands on her." She explained.

Before Gemma could say anything else, Happy was already headed for his bike. Tig noticed the deadly look on Happy's face and followed. "What's going on?"

"Trevor's gonna die." He growled. "Like a lot."

Tig nodded with an amused look on his face and motioned for Juice. "I'm in." He said, starting his bike.

The three sped off in the direction of Tasha's apartment hoping they got to him before the neighbors called the cops.

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Tasha cursed to herself as she pulled up to her complex and saw Matt sitting on the step. She could already see the damage Trevor had done. Getting out of the car she looked around for Trevor and was thankful he was gone.

"Jesus Christ." She sighed as she got a closer look. She held his face in her hands as her mother had done to her just minutes ago. "Cmon, let's get you cleaned up."

"You really know how to pick 'em." Matt huffed as she helped him up off the step.

She snorted and agreed. "No shit." She sighed. She heard the familiar sounds of motorcycles pulling up and rolled her eyes. "Calvary is here." She said as she went to grab the first aid kit.

No sooner did those words leave her mouth, Happy and Tig walked in. "Where is he?" Happy growled looking like a caged animal ready to strike.

"Long gone." Matt affirmed. "Neighbor spooked him and called the cops."

Tasha snorted again at the thought of having the police there yet again. "Well, looks like I'll be finding a new place." She huffed. The landlord had warned her that another incident would terminate her lease and she'd be out.

"Pack a bag. You're staying with me." Tig said matter of fact.

"Goody." She said to herself as she started to clean Matt's wounds.

"I heard that."

She smirked at her pseudo father. "Just remember, I'm not sixteen anymore." She cringed when Matt let out a hiss of pain as she cleaned a cut above his eye. "You're gonna need stitches, sweetheart."

"Take him to the clubhouse and we'll get Chibs to patch him up." Happy ordered taking a look at her darkening eye. "You should get looked at too. That eye doesn't look good."

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'll be fine." She assured him. "I've had worse sparring with Opie and Jax."

The nearing siren made her internally curse. "So much for the plan to go to the clubhouse."