The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most - An SOA Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

A/N: Hello hello!

New story, new OC, yay! This is all in the same frame as my other but will focus more on other characters. Like the first one it's a slower start but it'll heat up soon. Thanks for taking the time to give this one a chance. You guys rock! xoxo

Amelia sat staring at her computer scanning the available flights back home, her hands shaking as she booked the soonest available. Every creak of the old house sent a flood of fear through her as she threw her most important personal items, legal documents, equipment and a handful of clothing into a bag. Without even as much as a glance back, she trudged through the slushy snow and into her SUV. Just slipping into the vehicle made her feel safer, as if the fact her father had given it to her would stop her living nightmare from coming after her, sadly that was far from the truth. Peeling out of the driveway, fishtailing on the slick pavement she made her way to Denver International Airport in hopes of never returning.

Riding passed the far too familiar 'Welcome to Charming' sign Amelia exhaled slowly. She was home and even with all the messy history her arrival would most certainly dredge up, she was more hopeful than she had been in years. Here she wasn't the scared little girl, here she could be herself, the confident bitch her father raised her to be. It was still dark, just before sunrise, when she stopped at a mini mart on her way to her Dad's. He'd be up, most likely, and if he wasn't she didn't care about waking him but her thoughts were too shuffled to go right away. She stood on the side of the building, one foot up on the brick wall behind her, as she sucked on a cigarette and tried to clear her head.

"You okay? Do you need help or something?"

Opening one eye she looked at the man, he was cute but she hid her smile. "Do I not look okay?" Amelia glanced down at herself and shrugged. "Do I look like I need help?"

"Well, no," he stuffed his hands awkwardly in his pockets. "I just, it's late and you're just standing here. Oh, shit, are you a pros – "

She cut him off instantly. "Do not suggest I'm a hooker; please don't embarrass either one of us anymore, okay?"

"Juicy!" Amelia heard a very familiar accent calling this stranger from the gas pumps on the other side of the parking lot. "Come on, hurry it up."

Without another word, he sheepishly slipped into the store and Amelia started laughing. She had no idea he was one of her Dad's crew but it made the whole exchange that much better. Seeing he was waiting in line, she tossed her cigarette and scampered off to the gas pump where the bikes were parked. She smiled brightly, her bangs covering half of her face as she tapped Chibs on the shoulder.

"Hey you dirty old Scot."

Spinning around he blinked a few times before cracking up and shaking his head. "Poppet, what are you doing here?"

"Being called a hooker by your goofy little friend." She gestured over her shoulder with an annoyed little chuckle. "Actually, I'm coming home. Colorado isn't really working out so I figured I'd move back." That didn't sound right to Chibs. He nodded but his skeptically furrowed eyebrows gave him away. "Just go with it, okay?

"Aye, little shite. As long as you're okay, I'll leave it."

"Thanks. Oh, and don't tell my Dad I'm here. I didn't call ahead; I was hoping to surprise him."

Juice made his way over and pulled the hood up over his head again. When he saw she had moved from the store to the pumps he huffed and began to pump his gas without even acknowledging her. Chibs looked at him but he kept his eyes down. Amelia giggled and moved closer to him.

"I don't usually sell my body to random strangers with stupid hair but I'll make an exception for you." Still he wouldn't look up. "Come on, don't be such a little sourpuss. You got a name?"

"Juice, you met Chibs?" She smiled and nodded, she met Chibs years and years ago. "So, what do I call you?"

"Amelia," she offered her hand to him and they shook. "Amelia Trager. It's very nice to meet you Juice."

The stunned look on his face sent Chibs into a fit of laughter, his gloved hands clapping Juice's back. "No way," Juice looked at Chibs for confirmation but all he could do was sigh and continue with his amusement. "Oh shit, he's going to kill me."

"You don't say anything and I won't either, he doesn't know I'm in town yet. You're lucky you're not wearing your cut though, had you been I would have given you a much harder time." Amelia winked at him and pecked him on the cheek. "Chibs, I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon." Giving him the same goodbye, she skipped back to her car while they finished gassing up.

"Tig's daughter?" Juice asked in disbelief as he watched her hips swaying away from them. "I thought he only had the two, Doe and something else."

"Fawn and Dawn, but no, there's that one too. She grew up here, for the most part, and caused more trouble than his other two combined." Mounting his bike Chibs rubbed his stomach, the muscles sore from laughing so hard, before clipping his helmet under his chin.

"That doesn't surprise me." He said with his eyes still on her as she pulled out of the parking lot.

Chibs turned the throttle and shook his head. "She's a Trager through and through, Juicy, she'll eat you alive. Leave it alone."

Her finger hovered just over the doorbell but Amelia hardly had the guts to push it. Coming home was her only option but even if she felt safe there didn't mean Charming didn't have its own array of problems for her to deal with. When she left, determined to marry that monster she truly thought she loved, she hurt her dad and now she needed his help.

"Screw this."

Amelia tried her old house key with little hope, she was sure he would have changed the locks more than once by now because of some crazy crow eater. Tig didn't seem to have much better taste in women than she had in men but much to her surprised the door clicked open. The house was a mess as she tiptoed through to the couch with her bags over her shoulder. Amelia didn't have the guts to wake him and tell him how right he had been or how she regretted ever leaving, she'd save that for later.

Helping herself to a beer Amelia hopped up on the kitchen counter and looked around. The place hadn't changed much, not that she really expected it too. The fridge was littered with old dog-eared photos of her and her half-sisters, some of the club and a few of him with some girl who had kitten whiskers drawn on her face. "I'll have to ask him about that," she mused quietly and made her way to the couch.

Settling herself under an old blanket she fell asleep quickly, the journey had taken its toll on her already weary mind and body. Amelia had no doubt she'd have a hell of a time talking to her father in the morning, dealing with any fallout from Denver and eventually settling back in town but she'd worry about all that in the morning. All that mattered was the fact she was home and safe, that was what she needed.