~~**A/N**~~ Hello, readers! Welcome to my first Sons of Anarchy fanfiction! I am here to say that certain aspects of this story may follow the show's storylines, and there may be original elements. Hopefully, it won't be too terrible. Anyway, also, here is my disclaimer. I am not lucky enough to own the creative genius that Kurt Sutter had (and has) when he created Sons of Anarchy, so therefore, I own nothing in this story other than the original elements and the original parts of my two (yes two!) original characters. Happy reading!
PROLOGUE
Dear baby girl,
I hope by the time this letter gets to you that you've found a happiness that cannot be broken. My heart has been in tatters and shreds for twenty-five years, but only I am to blame for my anguish. It was I and I alone that made the decision to part with you all of those years ago. What I was thinking, I couldn't tell you. I only know that I was feeling scared and confused. I was married with two boys, your brothers, and a husband that wanted to pull from me only to come crashing back. You were a happy mistake at the time, but you were indeed a mistake, a mistake that I wanted and loved so dearly but could not keep. Things would have changed for the worst. There was so much uncertainty and danger and while I would have been able to shelter you while teaching you to be a strong woman like me, part of me felt you deserved much better than a life of looking over your shoulder. That was why I did what I did. Your father…
"Gemma," a sandy male voice said from the doorway of the office of Teller-Morrow, Charming's most infamous automotive garage. The woman at the desk looked up slowly, her eyes half open and filled with the despair she felt as she tried her hardest to pour her heart forth onto a sheet of paper for the eighth time that afternoon. The evidence of her failed attempts sat in crumpled balls at the edge of the desk. A plume of cigarette smoke drifted from the lit stick between her left fore and middle fingers and she flipped the ashes as she peered at the young man curiously.
"Yeah?"
"She's here," he said, turning his head sideways and nodding the way out the door. Gemma's expression was blank for a moment. This beautiful boy, this boy that had been like one of her own, had done exactly what she'd asked of him; not that he wouldn't have. He had been as thick as thieves with her oldest boy and one of the other boys they ran around with. She had not expected for him to find her, let alone as quick as he did, and, she did not expect him to come in and tell her that she was right outside. Had he told her anything? Of course not. He wouldn't have. He was the only one keeping her secret, and he knew that Gemma would rip out his heart if he spoke a word.
"Here, here?" He nodded, and Gemma stood from her chair. She moved swiftly though to her it felt as if she were trying to push her legs through knee high mud. This was a surreal moment for her. This was a moment she'd wanted for twenty-five years and here it was, yet, she knew she wasn't quite ready for it. Becoming the woman she was, she knew she'd made a big mistake. It'd been so hard to live with herself, but after so long, she learned to lock up the part of herself that let her feel too much guilt.
They watched a young woman emerge from a pristine, dark blue 1975 Chevelle. It was odd to see such a small and youthful person emerge from the car, but there she was. Gemma swallowed hard and traded a wide-eyed look with the man standing to her left. She inhaled and looked outward through the door again, leaning against the frame. "Shit."