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Author's Note: So, here we are, the sequel to Daughter of Anarchy. If you haven't read that one, you're likely to get confused, but it's up to you! Anyway, please review, let me know what you think, if you see any errors. But most of all, enjoy!
Home. It seemed like forever since she’d been there, even though it’d only been a month. Laying on the bed in the crappy motel room, Faith picked up her cell phone to call her father for their ritual check in. She’d started off doing it for him, to let him know she was okay, but now she did it for herself as much as for Clay. It was like a lifeline, that voice on the phone, keeping her connected to her family, the people who loved her.
Before she could even dial, the phone started vibrating in her hand, playing Bon Jovi’s Wanted Dead or Alive. She smiled a little and hit the talk button.
“Jeez, Jax, I was just getting ready to call in,” she said.
“Faith, I need your help,” her brother blurted out and her smile died.
“It’s Dawn,” he said and Faith went cold inside.
“What about her? Is she okay?” she asked, in a steady, low voice that belied the wild pounding of her heart against her ribcage.
Dawn stared at the cell phone in her hand. It was vibrating. No, she was shaking. The phone was turned off to silence the constant sound of Jax’s ringtone as he tried to reach her. She’d run as fast and far as she could, ending up in a cheap motel at the edge of some desert town in New Mexico. She was exhausted and filthy and felt like she was going to shake apart in to a million pieces, but at least she was far from Charming, far from Jax and now she had a chance to pull herself together.
She put her finger on the power button and watched the phone light up. A moment later, the signal bars appeared and the phone began to chirp, alerting her to new voicemails. She was willing to bet they were all from Jax.
Dawn ignored the alert and dialed the familiar number, raising her trembling hand and putting the phone to her ear. It rang twice and then a loud, angry voice began shouting at her and Dawn had to smile.
“Dawnie, what the hell!? What happened? Where are you? Do you have any idea how freaked out everyone is?!”
“Faith, I need you,” Dawn said and Faith went quiet. Her next words were calmer and anyone else might’ve believed she’d cooled down but Dawn could hear the tension vibrating in her voice.
“What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you? Why’d you run? Was it Jax? What-“
“Faith, I’m pregnant.”
“Where are you? I’m coming to you.”