Finally.

Wait. What?

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Sitting there I noticed two things. One, I had to pee, bad, and two, Jackson was asleep by the bathroom door. Great. Sighing I very carefully moved off the bed. I was trying not to make so much noise. Once at the bathroom door I carefully opened it and went inside. "Finally" I mumbled after doing my business and washing my hands. "There you are!" Tara said happily as I exited the bathroom. "Here I am" I said with a grumpy tone. She looked a little shocked but covered it up quickly. "Good news, you can leave in a few hours." She said smiling at me. "Fucking finally!" I yelled as the door opened revealing Jax and Laroy, along with a bag of McDonald's breakfast.

"Fucking language!" Laroy yelled while sitting beside me."whatever." I mumbled as I dug into the breakfast. "So she can come home now?" Laroy asked Tara. "No." I interrupted. "I'm staying. I have to find him." I said seriously as I locked eyes with Laroy. "Who? Maybe the club can help?" Jax said as he leaned on the end of my bed. Sighing I closed my eyes. "My father. Johnathon Teller." I said slightly nervous. What if he knew him? What if he was a bad guy? What if- My thoughts where interrupted by the sound of laughter. "Wait. Seriously?" Jax asked as he looked at me. Tears formed in my eyes. "Y-you can leave n-now." I said rolling over and looking at the wall. "Jax, leave. Please." I heard Tara say before the door slammed shut and a gentle hand was placed on my own. "He didn't mean it that way Ronnie. His dad is also John Teller, but he passed away. A long time ago." I heard her sigh as he hand squeezed mine. "I'm so sorry, I had to make sure you weren't lying so I ran your blood with Jaxs' and it's a match. He's your brother Ronnie." Before she left she kissed my forehead and checked all my vitals.

Stupid emotions. Stupid panic attacks. Stupid Jax. Stupid so called mom. I hated my life at the moment. Actually I hated it all the time. Every second of the day if I was being honest. I've tried to kill myself twice since I ran away from my home. Tara made told the doctors I would fine with her, at the club house. Seriously? Now I have to sit and watch people talk about me and how I'm such a 'mistake' and a 'fake' I just hate people. They are so judgmental and rude.

Okay, so I'm not the most perfect person. At least I try to help people. Sometimes. Not really. I hate people. Currently I was sitting on the bar while the guys where in Church. Tara and Jaxs' mom where also in there. She probably hates me the most out of them all honestly. I mean her old man did sleep with my mom. I sat criss cross minding my own business when a young man, not much older than me, walks in. "And I was like, give me the whiskey and you can live, then I woke up" he said before him and his buddy's started laughing. "You're a nutt case Halfsack." The Mexican looking one said before sitting close to me.

I couldn't breath, why would they let one of them in here? Out of all the people to have in the club and they have that thing. I didn't notice I was crying until the Mexican tried to while my face. "NOO!! DON'T TOUCH ME!" I screamed before jumping off the counter and running to the Church door. "HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!" I screamed before the door opened and Chibs, who I met earlier, opened the door. "Princess?" He asked looking at my face. "What's wrong?" He said pulling me to him. "Get him away from me!" I said looking at the Mexican. "Who? Juicy? He's harmless love. I promise." He said chuckling. "No!" I said shaking my head. "He's one of them!" I said scrunching up my face at him. "Who? Those low life Mexicans? Naw sweetheart, I'm half Puerto Rican doll." He said slightly angry. I don't think I blame him for that either. I pulled myself closer to Chins as the others exited the Church. "Everything okay?" Tara said looking at me. "Fine." I said with my eyes now closed. "You don't feel one coming do you?" She asked touching my arm. "Not anymore." I said pulling away from her.

Gemma came over to us with a cup of tea. "Here you go baby, drink this." I looked at the glass a little unsure before taking it from her. "Thanks." I mumbled taking a drink. It actually tasted a little chocolatey. "This is good." I said after a few more drinks. "An Irish bitch taught me how to make it." She said before laughing and walking me to a room. "You can stay up here, until it's time to leave anyway." She said smiling a little. "You dont like me do you?" I asked sitting the cup down. "Its not that. Its just you're the second person to tell me he's your father. Sorry but its shocking." She said crossing her arms and looking at a few pictures on the wall. "Second?" I asked sitting down. Gemma scuffed and looked at me. "That Irish bitch has a daughter. She said he was in love with her and blah blah blah." She said rolling her eyes.

"No need to worry, he wasn't in love with my mom." I said rolling my eyes. "It was just a one night stand." I shrugged looking at her. "My mom was a teenage runaway, thinking she could get back at her dad, she slept with John. She didn't think I would be the result of it though." I said sitting down.

"Sucks." Gemma said sitting beside me. "Eh. I have Darla and Laroy so I'm happy about that." I said smiling at the thought of them. They treated me more like family then my own. Now I had more family I didn't even know about. I could already tell this would be a big adventure for me.