It's been almost three weeks since Tyler moved out and Kozik hardly speaks to her anymore. Hale's working his hardest to get in her pants. And right now she's on her way to a hospital in Stockton with Lyla. "You feeling okay?" Lyla asked. "I'm fine, just ready to get it over with y'know?" Tyler said quietly. "Yeah, trust me, I get it." she sighed. Tyler was pregnant, and she wasn't keeping the baby. Lyla had a doctor that she had trusted for her procedure so that's where she was going.
Tyler couldn't stand the thought of having a little kid growing inside of her. It made her feel sick. She could barely manage to keep herself alive half the time. A kid was not a good option and Happy didn't even need to know. He couldn't possibly be a father anyway.
Later that night Lyla and Tyler pulled back in to the clubhouse. "Thanks." Tyler whispered as she hugged Lyla. Lyla got back in her car and left. Tyler walked into the clubhouse, "Let Clay know that the Niners are trying to get in touch with him." Tyler said to Juice who nodded. Tyler walked back out to her bike and went home. She had almost grown to hate being at the clubhouse, but she was going to convince herself that it was just because she wasn't drunk yet.
Tyler's drinking had picked up a lot more, she learned a lot about herself. Especially, that she wasn't good at spending so much time alone in her house. She found that there were too many voices in her head, and they were all too loud. It's like she can't make her mind stop any more. It just keeps on thinking and talking to her all night. Even Clay has started to notice that something is wrong with her.
However, she'd been spending a lot of time working out and her knee was almost one hundred percent again. Her phone rang as she relaxed onto the couch.
"Hey." she answered, with a sigh.
"What're you doing?" Happy asked.
"Not tonight, Happy." she replied not wanting to bother with the small talk.
He simply hung up. Tyler went and showered before lying on her couch and turning the TV on. Her front door opened and she grabbed her gun. "Relax, it's me." Happy's voice snapped from the doorway. "What are you doing here?" Tyler asked, rolling her eyes. "Just because you said I can't come over and get my dick wet doesn't mean I can't come over and have dinner." he said and set a case of beer and some Chinese takeout on the coffee table.
Tyler sat up and scooted over, making room for him on the couch. "So I heard Opie talking earlier. Said you and Lyla went to Stockton." Happy said as they got their food. "Yeah, little road trip. Lot of window shopping." Tyler shrugged, lying. "Find anyone you liked?" he asked trying to seem casual about it. "No, saw a couple cute guys though." Tyler sighed. "And Hale?" he asked. "Still a friend." Tyler mumbled.
"What about Ima?" she asked and he glared at her. "You know who I'm fucking." he said lowly. "Not tonight." Tyler smirked. "Oh my God, Hap. This is so good. I could eat all of this." Tyler laughed into her food. "I got something else you can snack on too." he said with a chuckle as he grabbed crotch. She laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Who's Daddy and whys he calling you this late?" Happy growled as he picked her phone up from the coffee table. "Kozik." Tyler said, slightly confused. Kozik hadn't spoken to her in a month why would he call her. Happy answered the phone, quite obviously pissed off.
Tyler cleaned up the empty beer bottles and food containers, giving Hap space to talk with Kozik, even though it was her phone. When she came back in her phone was on the table and Happy was stalking off down the hallway. She sighed and picked up her Xbox controller. "Tyler!" Happy's angry voice yelled. She groaned and got up walking into the bathroom where he was yelling for her. "What, Hap?" she asked. He was standing there naked, "Change his fucking name in your phone." he snapped before getting into the shower.
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SAMCRO's Secret
Fiksi PenggemarTig's niece gets sent to live with him, an outlaw biker. His niece, Tyler, is just as much of an outlaw as her biker uncle. Whether it's contract killing, or running guns, both of them tread dangerously on the wrong side of the law.