Memories
Chapter 1:
My father was a leader of a bikie club. He was a criminal. Yet he was a loving father, well, so Wendy and Nero tell me. But what would I know? I don't know him. I only remember bits and pieces. Blurry memories that Im not that sure I can even trust. It's hard to explain to my daughter that was who her grandfather was. But honesty is best. Jax teller was my father, now he is just a long ago memory to most.
In my every day life. There is not a single day that goes by that i don't think of what could have been if both mum and were still alive. Not that Nero and Wendy did a bad job in raising me and Tommy, it's just... Wondering what could have been. Even Sophia my wife says Im a bit of a dreamer. Apparently so was dad a bit. My four year old daughter Lucilla wakes me up from my wonderings with a slight tug on my left arm.
"Daddy!" She tugs. I looked down and just relish the fact on how she is just the most beautifulest little girl in the world and how Im a very lucky man. Sophia smiles at me and kisses my cheek softly. Two beautiful woman in my life.
Bang! Bang!
How that moment changed in an instance.
Bang! Bang!
It was too late and all I could do was kneel to the ground and hold the lifeless bodies of my baby girl and her mother, my wife. They were already starting to get cold by the time the ambulance and the police came.
*Author's note: Sons of Anarchy is not my creation at all, I just have the privillage of writing Fanfiction about it. Also, just to some it up. This is not a soin off series of Never Left either for those who have read my other Sons of Anarchy fanfiction. In this fanfiction Jax teller as stated has really passed away and it follows many years after the finish of season 7 of SoA. Please enjoy (I will update as soon as I can) and review :) *