Sons Of Anarchy.We All Fall Down . .

18. Secrets

Authors note:

(Warning: Major violence. Unedited)
I didn't know if you would like this or not, considering how freaking gruesome it was. A friend actually helped me write this, because I couldn't do it all by myself. She gave me ideas and I thought this was the least gruesome thing she said. So I picked this. I really am sorry if you don't like bloody scenes. I tried to follow Kurts' ideas so another reason why I did this. My friend and I thought it would be better if it was cringed worthy. Hopefully we lived up to the bar. I am sorry if its bad though. I'll go back and re-write when I've got time.This is probably really bad and I'm sorry for that. This definitely wasn't how I wanted to be like "MERRY CHRISTMAS" but, um. "MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

Soundtrack for this chapter:

Raise hell -Brandi Charlie

Nothing but the water (part II) -Grace Potter & The Nocturnals.

Bottom of the river - Delta Rae

I've been down with a broken heart since the day I learned to speak. The devil gave me a crooked start when he gave me crooked feet. But Gabriel don came to me and kissed me in my sleep, and I'll be singing like an angel until I'm six feet deep. I found myself an omen and I tattooed on a sign. I set my mind a wandering and I walk a broken line. You have a mind to keep me quiet and although you can try, better men have hit their knees and bigger men have died. I'm gonna raise, raise hell!

We all keep secrets . . .

It was dark and I was severely hyperventilating. The only light that came in was the front window coming through the cage that separated the front seats to the back of the van. My left hand was cuffed to it, and one of the men that helped kidnapped me was in the back with me. My sobbing quickly stopped after the first punch to my face. They wanted me quite and if I wanted to survive, I was to do what was told. Instead of being a damsel, I concentrated on the noises. It worked in Taken, right?

When the man struck me, another man, had growled "We're not suppose to harm her, you idiot! He said 'Not a speck of blood on her!' " He then sighed, and started to drive again. "We're suppose to make sure she's taken care of until he gets there."

Who was "he"? Was I about to become part of a human trafficking thing? What about for ransom? Wait, no one would want me that desperately. Check off ransom. Say hello to slutting.

It was hard for me to think of my family at that particularly moment. If I did the flood gates would come open again. I needed to concentrate. I looked around the van and saw all black. The floor was carpet and soft and the smell of motor oil and the residue of cigarettes filled the air. There was three buffed, tall men that occupied the vehicle. Two in the front, one in the back. I couldn't see anything except when I peeked out the front window without getting caught. It wasn't anything helpful - mostly trees.

Meanwhile, while I was trying to look calm, my heart was hammering against my chest like a Jackhammer, my mind was throwing out ideas at me, and I had no idea what to do. I could scream for help, but I know for a fact that they would somehow shut me up.  Or . . .or I could do something totally stupid and hopefully they'll be stupid enough to follow along and not notice anything.

I crossed my fingers behind my back and prayed this would work.

Clearing my throat, I spoke directly to all three of them, "I really have to pee."

"Fucking hold it, princess." The man in the back with me snapped. Out of all the three he was the most angriest one. Always snapping answers at the man who was driving. He definitely wasn't the alpha here. The man in the passenger seat was the beta it seemed like. He was the most chilled out, relaxed one. Always had his cool.