Harlow

Hendrix's POV

I can't believe it. Our own father who worshipped the ground Harlow walked on picked his fucken wife who use to harm our sister. We fucked up big time and trusted our dad. No wonder Harlow hates us all. I head up to Toby's room to go speak to my sister and beg her forgiveness with all my brothers following behind me. I lightly knock on the door and hear "yeh" from Toby.

I open the door and see my sister who had a red nose, red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks curled up in Toby's lap sound asleep but still hiccuping for all the crying. That use to be me 6 years ago comforting my sister and now it's a stranger who Harlow treats more like a brother. I sigh "I wanted to check on Harlow and talk to her. But I don't want to wake her. Can you carry her to the car so we can take her back to the hotel room," I ask Toby. "No, she is staying here. I promised her I'd be here when she woke up. Don't you think you caused enough damage?" Toby asks. "Leave her be mate, he is right she doesn't know we had no idea. We will come back in the morning and speak with her" Kody says. "I'm staying here" Leo says before adding "if Sue and Steve say I can".

We head downstairs and speak to Sue and Steve and we are all staying. Kody and I go back to the hotel to grab our things. Some of us will get a couch to sleep on or the guest bedroom but I'm happy to sleep on the floor. I don't want to be away from my sister again. Dad took enough time away from us. I should of come back for her sooner. As soon as I took over the club, I wanted to bring my sister home but dad said it wouldn't be a good idea. Then things got busy and I was putting out fires that mum was making. I ended up making quiet a few alliances with the clubs around us in the first few years.

When our mother overdosed I couldn't wait to see my sister and even set up a room in the club for her incase we had to go on lockdown. She was the club princess after all. She use to love riding with me and even had a custom made helmet. She is the only female who has been on the back of my bike and I had a cut made for her. Dad convinced us she didn't want to come home and instead of coming and asking her myself I trusted him. If I saw him again tonight I would put him on his arse.

When we got back to the Bell's house, everyone was sitting around the dining table lost in there own thoughts. Toby and Harlow were still upstairs, I'm assuming Harlow was still sleeping. "I'll take the floor in Toby's room. I want to be there when Harlow wakes up" I told everyone. "Why do you get to be with Harlow?" Cameron asked. "Cause I'm the oldest" I replied. "Yeh so you get the guest bed. I'll take the floor in with Harlow" Jett replied. "I already called it" I replied. I may be 26 but I ain't above some bickering especially when it comes to sleeping near Harlow. She was my shadow when we were younger. All my brothers glare at me but I didn't care, I was sleeping next to my Harlow.

Jeff's POV

I never wanted my sons to find out about what had happened in those three years. I had sent Harlow away to get there mother out of our lives but she begged me to get her help. She had started using and swore that was the reason she had harmed Harlow. I helped her into rehab when she promised to stop using and be a proper mother to her daughter. She was doing well and I even gave her Harlow's number so she could reach out to our daughter to correct her mistakes. But she took off from rehab and the cycle began, every time I had got things together for Harlow to come home and divorce her mother taking full custody of Harlow and the younger boys, Rebecca would convince me that she would change and just needed to get clean. We were childhood sweethearts and I loved her.

She would be clean for a few weeks and we would be good together making plans for Harlow to return but then she would use again. Finally after 2 and a half years I realised she wouldn't ever change and that she had been sending things to Harlow about how she was unwanted and that I had picked her over my own daughter. I was devastated and tried to reach out to Harlow but she never picked up my calls and the letters I sent came back torn up.

When Rebecca overdosed I called my sister to get her to send Harlow home but she told me she didn't want to return and I didn't blame her to be honest. I let my baby girl down and allowed my wife to continue to harm her even when I promised her I was sending her away so her mum couldn't hurt her anymore. I also convinced my boys that she was happy where she was. Truth was I couldn't stand them being disappointed in me for not realising sooner that Rebecca would never change. I had now lost my entire family and I had to find a way to make them forgive me especially my baby girl.

I headed over to my sisters place hoping she would help me get Harlow's forgiveness. If Harlow could forgive me, I know my sons would too. Harlow was the princess of our family, the glue that held us together. My boys were close but they always wanted Harlow to come home. We all missed out on so much with her and it was my fault. I should have brought Harlow home sooner but I was to ashamed of myself to admit I fucked up.