Fifteen!

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Opie and I walk in to the cabin once we arrived. "Pops," Ope says. I have a feeling that Clay may of killed Piney for the letters that Tara had. Opie looks behind the door as the smell hits him. "No, no, no Pops," he cries going over to his dad. I look behind the door as well, putting my hand over my mouth and tears well in my eyes. "No this can't be happening," I say as a tear falls down my face. I go over to Opie and hug him whilst crying. I hate this so much. I know who is to blame here. Piney didn't deserve to die like this. Oh god this pain hurts. It feels like my world has stopped turning. Not Piney. Not my second father. No, god no. I never got to say goodbye or even apologise or tell him I love him. Opie hugs me back. "We have to call Unser or the coroner or even Jax," I say. Opie remains quiet until the words left him. "I know," he says sadly.

The clock ticks as an hour passes. Unser comes round and is shocked to Piney dead. He helps the coroner move the body to the crematorium. "We will go there tonight, right," I say. Opie nods his head. "Yeah, just do me a favour, don't tell Jax yet," he says. I wonder why he doesn't want my brother to know about this yet. I hope Opie doesn't think that Jax had anything to do with this. "Okay, I won't" I say. Opie gives me a slight smile glad I wouldn't. "Thanks," he says.

I make my way home, where I sit on the sofa, still in a state of shock. Heartbroken that Piney is now dead. I can't hold it in much longer, I begin to break down with my head in my hands. Chibs walks in to the living room hearing me cry. "Hey, you okay?" he asks concerned wondering what happened. I glance up at him and shake my head. "No," I say, my voice breaking as I sob uncontrollably. Chibs sits next to me and pulls me in to his arms. "What's happened?" he asks even more concerned now. I continue to sob as I try to get my words to escape my lips. "I-it's P-P-Piney. H-H-He's d-d-dead," I stutter as I continue to heavily cry. Chibs did not expect me to tell him that as he holds me in his arms and strokes my hair to comfort me. I withdraw from him, once I managed to calm down. "I'm sorry," I say wiping my tears away. Chibs gives me a slight smile. "Hey, it's okay. How did it happen?" he asks wanting to find out how Piney died. "I don't know, maybe something to do with the Cartel," I say. Chibs doesn't like the sound of that knowing we shouldn't have done business with them. "Or maybe. Oh I don't know, I just have a feeling," I say. Chibs sighs as he rubs my back seeing that this has really hit me hard. He knows how much Piney meant to me. "I'm sure we will find out," he says. I shake my head thinking he got the wrong idea. "No, you don't understand. I have a feeling it was Clay," I tell him.

Chibs looks at me shocked wondering what would make me say that. "Clay? Are you sure? Why would it be him for?" he asks not understanding. I run my hand through my hair knowing I can trust Chibs with anything I tell him. "I am telling you this because you're my husband and I trust you and this relationship evolves around honesty. I reckon Clay did it because of the fact Tara has letters that were written to my father from Maureen Ashby. Clay wants the letters and I think that Piney may have told him that he had them," I explain. Chibs' face looks so pale and I begin to wonder if it was a good idea to tell him my theory or not. "Right, okay," Chibs says taking this all in. I sigh seeing this hit him hard. Harder than Piney dying. "You can't tell Jax or Gemma. Gemma can't know that I know about the letters. Promise me," I say with desperation in my voice. I don't my mother coming after me all because I know a bit too much than I should do. "I promise, but it will be hard." Chibs tells me. I place my hand on his grateful that he is going to keep my promise. "I understand that. But you have to trust me. Jax will find out in the end I promise. And if he ever finds out you knew before him I will take the fall. I will take the blame. I won't let him turn against you. I will protect you, I promise. I know I'm asking a lot, but if he found out before the right time, then I fear what would happen to the club. Because I know all hell will break loose," I say tearfully. Chibs nods now understanding, he kisses the top of my head. "Okay," he says resting his chin upon my head. I snuggle up to him as he does this. He wraps his arms around me again.

"I love you so much," I say as a tear falls down my face. I am doing everything I can to protect my family but I feel like I am failing. I shouldn't have this weight on my shoulders. I'm a young woman with the world at my feet. "I love you too," he says. I turn to look at his face and I begin to kiss him passionately. Chibs deepens the kiss. I withdraw quickly remembering what Opie said about this evening. "I told Ope I will meet him at the crematorium tonight," I say. Chibs strokes my face to wipe the tear away. "Okay," he says. I bite the inside of my cheek. It still doesn't feel real that this is actually happening. "I can't believe Piney is gone. I mean he was like a second dad to me," I cry feeling the grief hit me again. Chibs hugs me to him, "I know he was," he says hating to see this grief eating me up. "I hate this," I sob as I hug him back and cry in to his shoulder. Chibs continues to hold me as I cry. "Last time I spoke to him we had an argument. I never even said sorry," I hiccup feeling so guilty about the stuff I said to him. "It's okay, he knew you loved him," Chibs tells me. I shake my head still feeling hella guilty. "It's not okay Chibs," I say withdrawing from him, "I was really mean to him and then he asked me what happened to the little girl he once knew, and I said something cruel. I wish I had the chance to tell him the little girl is still inside me somewhere. The little girl I once was and will always be deep down. But he's dead and there are no second chances," I cry. I feel like my family is ripping apart and I can't fix it.

I receive a text from Opie to say that he will go to the crematorium tomorrow night instead.

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