He's the one.

Tragedy.

♪This story contains, TW!!; Suicide and SH♪ Do NOT read if you are sensitive to this stuff.

"Stupid idiot! You can never do anything right, can you?!" My father yelled. I flinched and slowly teared up..."Sir, I'm sor-" A hand slapped me across the face. I didn't finish my sentence, I just held my cheek and slowly started to let the tears fall but quickly stopped them from doing so. "Go to your room /Deadname/, don't come out til I say so." He sounded strict, stern and mean... "Yes sir..." I prodded too my room, shut the door and sat against it. ‘Why me? Just.. why couldn't I leave with Tig!?’ I thought. Till it hit me... Tig told me before he left; "You have me, Opie's, Jax, Gemma and Chibs' number, call if he ever does anything to harm you. Cause I will kill him over you, sis...’ I snatched my iphone and carefully searched the contacts because the glass was shattered, I scrolled till I found “Chibs” on the screen, I pressed the message button and wrote [typed]; 'Come get me... Please Chibs, I can't bare too live here much longer-...' and pressed Send.

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•10 minutes passed, Kips phone lit up.•

Chibs had responded with; 'Aye, on my way darling. I'm bringing the boys.'
I sighed in relief...been crying since I sent the message. I just pressed the Mark on read button and looked at myself in the mirror. There was a big bruise forming underneath my 'was healed' broken cheek bone from him punching me so hard... I heard bikes pulling up, so I raced to my window and peeped out, Chibs and the boys.. thank God. "/DEADNAME/!! GET DOWN HERE, NOW!"
I flinched and hollard, "Coming!.." sliding my vans on, made my way down the stairs. "Who are those... pricks outside?" He was beyond livid already and this was making it worse. I decided to play dumb, "Who?" I reached for the door handle, him not stopping me... surprisingly, twisting it ever so carefully and pulling the door open. There walked the boys and a prospect.
Chibs, Jax, my brother Tig, Happy, Clay, and Rat. My father walked outside with a .32 and loaded it. "You need to get off my property before I blow your brains out." He said, spitting in Jax's face as he spoke the words. I couldn't help but put myself between the two, to try and keep them from fighting. "Let's- let's not fight—" I was cut off by a hard shove. My father stepped closer to Jax, finger on the trigger, ready to pull. I felt myself being caught by a tough, but soft hand. Chibs. He helped me steady my self. "Aye... You okay darlin’?" he sounded curious. "im- DAD NO!-'' I lunged myself between Jax and my father again...

!BOOM!

To be continued...