The hidden wounds

Skylar Lowman is happy's daughter but he didn't know about her until she shows up at the clubhouse with a latter saying that she is his child an her mother was killed. What happens when her ex boyfriend goes after her an the person who killed her mother wants her dead as well? How well happy handle having a teenage daughter who don't listen to a thing he says an starts to fall for a son? follow skylar as she deals with her mothers death an trying to live with happy an the club

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2. chapter 2

"What the fuck you talkin' about, girl? I ain't got no damn kids," Happy said, taking steps towards me with each word. A glare was set on his face and he looked more menacing as he drew closer.

"It's true, Happy," I said, trying to calm him down a bit. "Read the letter, please. It will explain everything."

"What the hell is going on here? Everything okay, brother?" Asked a man. He had wild, curly brown hair and bright blue eyes, but the way he looked at me scared me a bit. I don't know who he is but he looks crazy. I backed up a little, trying to put some distance between us.

"Yeah man," Happy answered. "She said she's Bree's daughter."

"Are you shitting me? My baby girl had a daughter?" He asked, looking at me like I'm just a fragment of his imagination.

"And I'm standing right here, whoever you are," I snapped. "Bree was my mother. She's dead." I just want to get this over. I didn't want to relive what happened anymore and this man was just pushing me.

Happy looked back at me. "Do you have the letter, kid?" He asked. I can see a lot of my features on him and my 5'5 stature just came up to his shoulders.

"Yes, I have it in my bag," I said to him, getting my camo bag and opening it. I got the letter and handed it to him.

"Is this everything? Nothin' else I need to know about?" He asked, his glare back on his face. He's really scary.

I nodded. "Yes, that's everything for now. Read the letter, it will explain everything. I think Mom knew this was going to happen because she had the bag and everything else set up," I said. I followed him as he went to the bar and got himself a drink while I grabbed a water.

"Alright, I'm gonna head back to the the dorm," Happy said. "Tig, get to know your granddaughter. I'll read this letter and try to understand what the hell happened." Then he walked off.

The guy, Tig, turned to me. "So you're Bree's daughter, eh? All those years I've talked to her yet she never mentioned anything about you or her having a kid. How old are you?" He asked. I guess he's my grandfather since Happy did say I was his granddaughter.

"I'm seventeen and yeah, she's my mother. Don't feel bad, she never said anything about you guys either. But your eyes remind me of hers," I answered. I really want to get closer to this guy. He is, after all, my grandpa. I don't know what to feel or think about Happy yet, he still scares me.

Tig looked at me amusedly. I guess he didn't expect me to say that. I don't want to be mean but I don't want to lie either.

"Hey, Tig? I was wondering if there's a place I can crash in? I'm really tired and it was a long plane ride to get here," I said as fatigue and sleepiness finally overcame my body.

I felt like I was gonna pass out any minute. I really wanted a hot shower and a place to sleep in for a few days. I haven't slept much since Mom died. I was too scared to sleep for too long, afraid that the guy who shot my Mom would come back. It's only a matter of time before he comes after me. Criminals like him don't leave any witnesses.

"Sure, sweetheart," Tig said. "Right this way. I'll let the prez know that you're using the spare room in the clubhouse for now." He led me down the hallway to where I'm guessing the dorm rooms are located. We were at the very end when he unlocked a door. He entered and I followed him. He turned to me after closing the door.

"So yours and Happy's room are connected. Sorry about that, doll face. But it's the only room we have that's not being used right now. You have to share a bathroom with him, but I'll let him know so he won't flip out on you," he said then walked out of the room.

I nodded then closed the door after him. Looking at my phone, I saw that the battery's almost dead. I sighed then started to unpack my things. I didn't bring much with me. I found my phone charger and plugged it in.

I looked around my room. It was medium-sized and had a king-sized bed with a night stand beside it. I set down my phone on it and looked around the room some more. The walls were a plain color and above the bed was a 'Son's of Anarchy' flag. On the far wall, there was a desk with a computer on it. There was a door to the right side of the room leading to where the bathroom must be located. I put the rest of my things on the drawer. I grabbed my laptop and booted it up. I don't want to use the PC since it wasn't mine. I'm not messing with it.

I was gathering my things for shower when a knock came from the door. I opened it to see Gemma holding sheets.

"Hey, sweetie. I brought some clean sheets for you. I don't trust those currently in the bed. Who knows who used them or what they did in it. Tomorrow, I'll take you to the store to buy new things for your room," Gemma said, walking into the room and putting the sheets on the bed.

"Thank you, Gemma. But that's not necessary. I don't need anything for the room."

Gemma looked at me like I had no choice but to go shopping with her. I might be a girl but I'd rather go to the shooting range or practice kick boxing than go shopping.

"You're not getting out of it," she said. "We need girl time. It'll be fun. And I'm paying for everything so you have to go." Gemma gave me that look that said everything, 'You're going and I don't care if I have to drag you outta here kicking and screaming.'

"Ok Gemma. I'll go," I conceded. "What time should I be up and ready?" I hope it's not too early; I really am not a morning person.

"Nine will be fine. I wanna get the shopping done, okay?"

Gemma walked out before I can say anything back. I grabbed my things for shower and went to the bathroom, turning the hot water on full blast. I set my radio on shuffle and went under the spray of the hot water. Eminem's 'When I'm Gone' played from the speakers and I stood there, listening. My thoughts soon went to my mother. I can't help the guilt that invaded me at the thought of her. It is, after all, my fault that she's gone. I didn't fight as hard as I could and I let those criminals get away.

I shook my head. Mom wouldn't want me to be like this. I shouldn't let her death be in vain. With that thought in my mind, I got out of the shower and dried my self. I changed and went back to my room. I changed the sheets and crashed on the bed, exhausted beyond belief.

・Happy's POV・

No way could she be my kid. It just ain't possible, I thought. I walked back to my room, kicking the door open and locking it behind me. She looked just like me though. And her eyes are, no doubt it, Bree's eyes.

Bree and I used to be a thing, until I fucked up everything. I got wasted and slept with a crow eater. And if that isn't worse enough, she happened to be there when it happened. We fought and she left.

I tried to find her to fix things between us. But I couldn't find and Tig wouldn't tell me anything. That night, he beat my ass in the ring. I had it coming though. I didn't even fight back that much.

I sat down on my bed and opened the letter, Bree's handwriting scrawled on it.

Dear Happy,

If you're reading this then that means I'm already dead. You must be freaking out about Skylar. I'm sorry I never told you about her, I never even told my dad. I wanted her to have a fresh and clean life away from the MC. She's a good kid, Hap. Got a temper on her; she got that from you.

Happy, she's in a lot of trouble. Some people are after me. And once they find me and kill me, they're going after her.

His name is Max Long. I dated him for a while. He seemed fine for the first few months but I ended it. It just didn't feel right. After that, he started to leave little things on my car and even went as far as picking up Sky from school.

He is very powerful and I didn't realize that until it was too late. He's crazy. I'm scared for Sky, Hap. I don't want anything to happen to her. I know you and the club will keep her safe.

I know I should have told you about Sky and I'm sorry that I didn't do so. I was still pissed and hurting at all the things you said that night. I know you didn't want to have any kids but I also don't want to hear you say to get rid of her, so I left.

I'm so sorry, Happy.

So it's true. She really is my daughter. She does look a lot like me, but has a lot of Bree in her as well. Just finding out she's really my daughter and that some sick fuck is going after her made my blood boil.

No one, and I mean no one is going to lay a hand on mine and Bree's daughter. I might not have known about her until now, but Imma make damn sure I keep her safe. I'll talk to Tig in the morning and I'll take Skylar on a ride so we can get some shit out of the way.

Shit! Imma find a place soon. She can't just live at the club. I need to talk to her before Gemma does. God, that's a scary thought. I don't want that crazy woman influencing my child. And with that I got into bed. I'll talk to her tomorrow.

I woke up with the sun in my face. I got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. I need coffee badly.

I entered the kitchen to find Gemma and Tig standing there already. Great, I can do both and be done with it.

"Gem, I know you probably got Sky do some shit with you today, but I need to talk to her first. And I need you to look for a two bedroom place for me and Sky. She can't live in the clubhouse. And Tig, we also have to talk. This has a lot to do with you too."

They both looked at me like I was crazy. I guess no one was used in hearing me talk that much, but the look on their faces was worth it. I'm going to have the club up to speed on what's happening. But for now, I have to find my kid.

It's still hard to think that I have a seventeen year old daughter. In a few weeks I might take her to Ma. She would love that, knowing she has a grandchild.

"Alright, Hap. But she's still in bed, though. Want me to get her up for you? You guys have to get this done. I want some quality girl time; get to know her and do some shopping," Gemma said, setting her mug down.

I nodded at her. "Yea, that'd be good. You get her. I don't want some sleep deprived, angry teenager coming after me if I do it," I said.

Gemma walked off, leaving me and Tig alone.

"It's true, man. She's really Bree's daughter. Some shit needs to be put up at the club though, I figured we could do that later," I said to him while getting my coffee. "While I'm gone, have Juice run a name for me: Max Long. I want to know everything about him and have Juice keep tabs on the guy."

I sipped my coffee, savoring the warm liquid running down my throat. It's goin' to be a long day; I'm gonna need it.

"Sure thing. Anything else you need me to do?" Tig asked, looking at me like I was about to kill a whole bunch of people.

"Nah man, that's it," I said, shaking my head. "I need to get some shit together before I head out. I'll see ya around."

・Skylar's POV・

I woke up to knocking on my door. I stood up out of bed and walked to the door. I opened it up to find Gemma.

Shit, what time is it? I thought as I looked at her. I don't think I slept enough, though.

"Won't be able to go shopping today, baby," she said. "Got some shit to do for your dad. He said he needed to talk to you, so we'll do it some other time."

Did Gemma really just call Happy my Dad? That's going to take some getting used to. I've never had a father figure in my life. How am I supposed to act now that I have one?

"Okay, Gemma. Just, uhh, let me get dressed and ready, then I'll go find him," I said, then panic gripped me and that's when I started rambling. "God, what do I call him? Happy or Dad? I don't know what to do! I've never had a father."

Without me noticing, tears fell down my face. Damn, I was trying to hold them in. Gemma walked up to me and hugged me. It felt like one of those hugs Mom used to give me, it made me feel secure.

She pulled back and looked me in the eyes. "Baby, we'll take it one day at a time. Haps never had kids that he knew of and I don't know what you should call him. I guess that's something you should talk to him about. For now, just call him Happy," she said, kissing me on the forehead and leaving afterwards.

I liked Gemma, she was nice and treated me nicely so far. After that, I took a shower and got dressed in tight blue jeans and a tank top with a leather jacket on top. I paired it with boots.

I got out of my room and walked to the main room, finding the kitchen to make some coffee. This was going to be a long day; I'm going to need it.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen was Tig. Or should I call him Grandpa? God, this is getting me a headache and it's not even noon yet.

"Hey, so.." I trailed off, biting my lip. This is awkward. "So, uhm, should I just call you Tig or would you like me to call you Grandpa?" I asked. I wanted to get this done with. It's hard enough for me that I'm having a talk with Happy. I still don't know what to call him, I mused.

He grinned at me. "Tig is fine, doll face. Or if you want to call me Grandpa, that's cool too. Just please, not in front of the guys," He said.

I nodded. I'm so glad I got this out of the way. "Okay, fine with me. Tig it is, then. By the way, have you seen Happy? Gemma said he needed to talk to me," I asked.

"Yeah, he walked out front. I think he's waiting for you. He said something about taking you for a ride or shit like that," Tig said. That sounded fun and scary at the same time. I've never been on a bike before. Mom never let me get near one so I stuck to cars.

"Okay. Thanks, Tig. I'll go find him. See you later," I said, walking out of the kitchen and out the clubhouse. Outdoors, sitting on his bike was Happy.

I walked up to him. "Tig said you wanted to have a talk and take me for a ride,"I said, eyeing his bike. "But I've never been on a bike before."

My cheeks heated up at that. My friends all have, I was the odd one out. I've never even ridden the Harley my ex-boyfriend had. Mom used to flipped out if I ever mentioned anything about bikes.

"That's fine, kid. Just hop on here and put this on," he said, tossing me a helmet. "You have nothing to be scared of. I won't let anything happen to you." I put on the helmet and got on behind him. Not sure where to put my hands, I put them on his shoulders instead.

"Put your arms around me and hold on tight. I don't want you falling off," he said. I put my arms around him as he kicked the bike to life and took off.

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