I pulled up at the small motel just outside of Charming, quickly climbing out of the car and heading to find the room I was told to meet him at. I knocked on the door of room 217 with shaky hands, I knew I was coming down from my high and withdrawal would set in soon enough which I was dreading.
The door opened to reveal the only member of SAMCRO that knew where to find me. Jax Teller immediately took my shaking figure into his arms and guided me to the bed. Even when everyone else had turned their backs on me, Jax refused to let me go. He was the only one who truly believed in my innocence. Not even Opie, one of my best friends, stood by me.
He took my face in his hands and looked me in the eye, I knew he could tell that I was high when he sighed sadly. "What happened darlin'?" he said concerned, bending down in front of me so he could look up at my face.
In that moment I broke down in tears. I sobbed as I told him everything about what Darren had done to me. I watched the fury and rage cross his face as I spoke.
"It's going to be okay," he whispered to me. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at the bruise that was peeking out of the bottom of my top.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered as he lifted my top to see the whole bruise. A nasty bruise covered the whole of my left side and half of my stomach. He inspected it closely without touching it.
"You need a hospital," he said, I was about to argue with him but he spoke again, "Amber, you need to go. That doesn't look good, it could have caused some internal damage."
"Jax, the closest hospital is St. Thomas and I can't be in Charming," I told him, knowing that no one would be happy if I crossed into Charming.
"Amber, that doesn't matter right now," he said. "Come on. You could be bleeding internally."
Eventually I relented and allowed him to take me to St. Thomas. He decided to leave his bike and take my car, not allowing me to drive. On the way there he caught me up on a few things, like the recent birth of his son, Abel, and the return of his ex, Tara.
We were about ten minutes away when my vision started to blur again. The last thing I remember is Jax telling me to stay awake. But I just couldn't keep my eyes open.
Jax (P.O.V)
"Shit," I swore as I saw Amber pass out against the window. I sped up as anger burned in my veins. She was covered in scars and bruises, she had been forced to take drugs in order for her piece of shit ex to take advantage of her.
Everything changed the day she was exiled from Charming. It always pissed me off that none of them believed her when she said that she told the FBI nothing. Someone had leaked information to Clay that incriminated her but there was no definite proof that she had said anything. There was no proof that she was guilty but there was no proof that she was innocent either. It was heartbreaking watching her pain as her own father turned his back on her. Though I know Tig does miss her, no matter what she's supposed to have done, it didn't change the fact that she was his daughter.
I quickly picked her up out of the car and rushed her into E.R where I watched her being treated and then taken up for emergency surgery. My blood boiled when they told me that she had been bleeding internally for hours due to trauma to her abdomen.
As I was in the waiting room waiting to hear from her doctors, I contemplated calling Tig. I knew she was scared of what would happen if they heard she was in Charming but I knew that Tig also had the right to know that his daughter was in surgery, potentially clinging to her life.
I pulled out my phone, taking a deep breath as I waited for Tig to pick up. I told him to meet me at the hospital and that I needed to see him about something.
By the time he showed up Amber was out of surgery and in the ICU. I looked to find Tig arriving with Opie and Clay.
"Hey man," Tig said, approaching me, "what's up?"
Sighing, I looked around at the four of them, my eyes lingering on Clay for a second. I knew it would be risky to say anything in front of Clay but I also knew that deep down he did feel guilty for exiling his goddaughter without any definitive proof of her betrayal.
"That call I got earlier," I said, "the one that had me taking off in a hurry?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Tig replied.
"It was from Amber," I told them. I watched worry pass over Tig, Clay and Opie. "She's in the ICU."
"What happened?" Tig asked worried, upset and guilty at the thought of his daughter getting hurt while he wasn't there to protect her.
"You should talk to her about that."
"What if I don't want to see him?" I muttered to Jax who had just told me that my father was here and wanted to see me.
"Look Amber, I know you're angry with him, with all of them but he's here and he's worried about you," he said. "He hasn't left the hospital since he got here yesterday. You don't need to be so worried about this."
"Alright, fine. Let him in," I told him reluctantly. He leaves the room and seconds later I find the door opening again. I don't look up as I hear him approaching.
"Amber," I hear my father whisper as tears form in the corner of my eyes. "Amber, look at me."
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before finally looking up to see my father, the man who had hurt me more than anyone else in the club when he turned his back on me.
He slowly reaches out to gently touch the bruise that had formed under my eye. Suddenly he moves to pull me into a hug, being careful not to hurt me more.
"I'm sorry," he sobbed on my shoulder, at that point I couldn't hold my tears back anymore. "I'm so sorry. I love you."
"I love you too, Daddy," I whispered to him through my tears.
After a few minutes he pulls back to look at me, sitting on the bed next to me. "What happened?"
I watched the anger and rage build up in his eyes as I told him everything that had happened to me, everything that Darren had done to me. He calmed his rage for a moment, telling me that he would take care of him and that he would sort everything out with Clay so I could stay in Charming.
"I'm so sorry that I didn't believe you. I should have believed you, I should never have turned you away," he said with a sad tone. "I love you, Amber."
After all these years I just wanted my family back, even after everything that had happened. It would take some time but I could forgive them for what they had done. They were the only family I knew. Most people wouldn't have forgiven them so easily, but I've had years to be angry now.
"I love you too, Dad."
