God, if you can hear me, crash this train.
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"Where is she?" I look up and see Tig standing in the doorway of our home. I take a deep breath and muster up all my strength to stand up and walk over him. I go to hug him, but he takes a step back. "I need to make sure my baby is okay first. We'll talk later." I nod, feeling as guilty as ever. I sniff from crying and walk down the hallway, revealing a dishevelled Al sitting in the rocking chair beside Melody's crib. "My baby." Tig says, walking into the nursery and immediately picking his fragile daughter up and holding her in his arms as she begins to sob on his shoulder. I stand in the doorway, watching my wife fall apart in the arms of her father. "It'll be okay, we're going to find her. She's safe, and she'll be back in your arms in no time" I hear him reassure her, but I know it's no use.
"She's gone, she's gone, and we don't know who took her." She weeps, her voice cracking from crying. "My little girl is gone."
"Sh, it's going to be alright." Tig comforts her, swaying her in his arms as he holds her tightly, not wanting to let go or imagine the pain she's going through. "We'll find her, and I'll kill those sick bastards, whoever took her." The hatred and anger in his voice. She continues weeping in his arms, calling out for our daughter. "I'm going to get you some water, I'll be back baby." Tig presses his lips against Al's forehead, sitting her down in the rocking chair and pushing a piece of hair behind her ear.
I watch as he walks out of the nursery, looking at me and signalling for me to come with him. "Smoke break, now." He says, walking out to the backyard, taking a cigarette from his pack and lighting it. I stand beside him and I feel my knees shaking in his presence. "My baby girl is a mess, my princess is gone, and this is all because of what, the club? The alliance against Marks?"
I look over to him, lighting a cigarette of my own and letting out a sigh. "It's the only thing that makes sense."
"Well here's what's going to happen. You talk to Alvarez and the Niners, and you make sure they find that prick and when they do, I'm going at him. I will kill him for everything he's done to this family, and I swear to God, Jax, if my angel is not in the arms of Al by the end of the week, he's not the only one who's going to be tasting a bullet. You understand?"
I clear my throat and sigh, "This isn't all of my fault, Tig. You can't keep placing the blame on me."
Tig lets out an angry laugh, "It is partly your fault. It's the fault of the club, your mother. Your lucky I didn't come by last night because I would've killed her too. Jackson, I need to know my girls are safe with you, and I can't say that you've been showing me that."
"I love those girls more than I love myself, and I won't take this pain you're feeling and wear it on my shoulders. I don't know what you have against me, and I wish I could make things better, but for fuck sake, I can't go back to the club right now when my daughter is out in the hands of some fucking monster. Do you think I wanted this? That I had hoped she would've been taken? I'm lucky they didn't come in and kill every person in the house that night." Tears welling up in my eyes as I lash out to my father-in-law.
He looks over to me, shaking his head. "We'll talk about this some more in a bit." He says quietly before walking away from me and going back into the house to comfort his daughter.
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I feel like I'm about to throw up, rip out my hair, pull out my teeth or faint. The anxiety, pain and anger festering inside of me is impossible to explain, and I haven't moved from the side of her crib since it happened. It's been 3 days... 3 days, 72 hours, and 21 minutes since she's been gone, since my baby girl was taken from us.
