I ran my fingers along the ink on my inner arm. A place where you weren't able to see the bruises my abusive boyfriend had left. It was the only place that was pure. I somewhere wanted to life back I once had, despite the trouble and knowing I wouldn't be where I was now. But he was better than anyone has ever been to me. Though we were in trouble so much, with the police because of SAMCRO he had always been there for me. I wandered my eyes off the mirror, returning my eyes on the bags I was packing and let out a trembling sigh. "Okay, you can do this. It's time to move on." I said to myself, grabbing the last things before I ran away from the house, this life. And starting from the beginning back to Charming. I already got a job offered at the hospital, I could move in my dads house that he left to me. I had worked hard on making it look like home, spreading my own vibe to the house and nearly changed everything possible from the kitchen, to the bathroom and even the garden, the doors. I just didn't want to have a memory of it and make it my own. "Dr. Simons?" I smiled as I got the papers and yet widened my eyes by seeing his name on the papers. A small frown wrinkled in my forehead whenever I read through the report, he had a child.. And even though it somewhere stung, I couldn't blame him. Neither did I want him to lose his child like I lost mine. "Good afternoon."