Chibs' Dead Daughter, The Angel of SAMCRO

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"Ow, fuck." Juice's voice woke me up, and right as soon as I opened my eyes his met mine, his chest was bleeding from the sign that had been stapled to him but now he looked into my eyes. "What the hell happened to your face, are you okay Sam?" Juice's face showed worry but I needed to tell him the truth now.

"That girl, I was there. I was the one who helped her Juice." Tears hit my eyes. "The man threatened to kill her if I told anyone. I'm sorry." I whispered and that's when I cried. Strong ole' Samantha cried in front of someone. A man. I haven't cried in front of a man since my Mom died, and the last person to see me cry was maybe Gemma if she did, and before that? My Aunt on her death bed.

"Whoa, Sam it's alright. We will deal with it." Juice grabbed my head and pulled me into his chest. "If the club didn't already I will." Juice added hugging me but I pushed myself away.

"That's not all Juice. I have something to tell you, I need to tell you the truth about everything and why I didn't want them to know my name. Why I was scared of the club, but Juice you can't tell anyone yet. Please. Only Gemma knows because she forced it out of me. I wanted to tell you first I promise." Juice just looked confused as I pleaded with him with my eyes.

"What is it Sam?" Juice asked looking at me worried but I took a deep breath.

"My full name is Samantha Ashlyn Callery-Telford. I'm the daughter of Roselyn Callery and Chibs Telford." As Juice looked at me his eyes widened and he gasped.

"Oh man, Chibs is gonna kill me." Juice started to panic but I grabbed his arm. "His daughter has been living with me. Oh fuck."

"Juice." I spoke and so his eyes met mine. "I've been dead to the clubs radar for 8 years. Chibs thinks I'm dead." As soon as I said it Juice was confused, scared, then more confused.

"Why?" Juice asked so I only shook my head.

"Someone killed my aunt, were gonna kill me next, so I faked my death. Only the government of course, you and Gemma know. Juice, please." I now hid my head in his chest, his slightly bleeding chest might I add. "I'm scared and I don't know what to do. I never wanted to bring this burden onto my father but I needed to know he was safe. Juice, I will tell the club just not now please. I can't face my father just yet. Not like this at least." I was motioning to how emotional I was, that and the huge bruises on my face and body.

"Alright, but Sam." I looked up at him. "Soon." I nodded in agreement before he pulled me to his chest and I let my tears fall as he hugged me and tried to soothe me. I appreciated his effort but there was no soothing the broken.

***

It's been two days, and Juice has been at the house as much as he could be. He was using the drugs that knocked him out as a cover, yeah I knew it was drugs he couldn't lie to me about that when I was the one who found him knocked out with staples in his chest.

"I've got to head to the club house, Clay was asking about you. They know you are here Sam, want to talk to you about your involvement with Oswald's daughter." I closed my eyes tightly.

"That's it?" I asked and Juice only nodded. "Where is Chibs?" Juice closed his eyes.

"Gone. He went somewhere. Come on, none of them know right?"

Guess I'm finally heading to the club house.

***

Right as Juice rode up I hugged onto his backside tighter and he backed up his bike. "It'll be okay sweetheart." Juice spoke going to get up but I hid my head against his back. I was wearing skinny jeans, one of Juice's black sweatshirts, and combat boots but I couldn't feel more revealed to everyone. "I'm right here." I trust him, and I can do this.