It was an average morning in charming Mr. Blake was checking his mail. And 71 year old Mrs. Scott was looking out her picture window to ensure no one stepped on her neatly trimmed lawn…

And I was…

Well I was fighting for my life, trying my best to stay alive. At least remain strong enough for him to find me.

My throat is so dry, it felt like fire… I cried so much these last couple of days that tears will no longer form. I am completely exhausted, but I fear of closing my eyes, I am in fear that I will never wake again…

All of you probably wonder who I am…

Well I'm Demi Rowe… The Rose of Outlaws

I remember so clearly how it all begun, when I still held my innocence, my dreams and my goals. I never was the type of girl to believe in fairy tales, I knew better! But I once was a girl who believed in hope…

Before I was embedded with the SAMCRO signature, I was marked by a different breed…

6 years ago

I stood at about 5'6, I have olive skin and Hazel eyes. My hair was naturally curly, it was originally brunette but I dabbled with all different hair colors, blonde, red, blue, purple, whatever I was feeling I would do it. At the current moment my hair was a midnight black.

I was looking in my bedroom mirror as I applied my red lip, my signature red lip no matter what hair color I was rocking, I never left without my red lips.

It was the first day of my senior year and I was excited not because of prom or any other normal senior activities that girls would freak out about. I was excited because it was my last year and I have been working my ass off to maintain y 4.o GPA to receive my scholarship to NYC.

I was hoping this would be my last year in charming. I could finally feel as if I was living a normal life. Being the daughter of the President of a motor cycle gang was not easy; we were always faced with challenges, threats and death.

My father would always say this is the last time, no one else would die, and no one else would get hurt…

Well someone would always die, and someone else would always get hurt.

I look at the clock it read 8:02, he's late I thought in my mind as I slipped on my black leather jacket.

In the same moment I heard a knock on my door and then saw the presence of my mother. I never really understood why she knock she never waited for a response, she just would always welcome herself in.

"Stone is here," She said still remaining in the door way.
"Ok here I come," I said to her as I gathered my things.

"Ok honey," She said as she walked away and back towards the kitchen.

I walked out my room and into the kitchen where my mom was now near the sink and my dad was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper.

"Ok I am gone," I said while kissing my father on the cheek.

"Wait I made you breakfast," I heard my mom call after me.

"Don't have time mom," I said with a simple hand gesture as I hurried out to where stone waited for me.

"Hey babe," I said to Stone as I approached his black mustang, once in the car I leaned over and planted my red lips on his cheek.

"Oh so now your branding me with your red lips." Stone said looking in the mirror as he wiped off traces of my lip stick.

"Any who…where is your bike?" I asked surprised to see him driving his car he was always on his bike.

"Your dad didn't tell you?"

"He never tells me anything."

"We had a run in with a crew last night, I crashed it."

"Oh," Was all I replied with, I learned early in this game since I was born into it. The only thing a man want's you to know is what he tells you. If he wants you to know more he will tell you in his own time.

Stone was my boyfriend; we met about two years ago when he first became a part of my dad's club. To any normal sane parent he would be their worst nightmare. But to my odd parents he was the best; he could do no wrong in their eyes. If he went to jail they were there to bail him out. If he gets into a shootout 9/10 my father is by his side.

"I wonder where Teller punk ass is," I heard Stone say as we walked through the halls.

"Please don't start this year with that Stone." Stone and Jax Teller have had beef for years, it has a lot to do with the fact that my father's club and SAMCRO are at war.

"What do you mean don't start?" Stone ask as we were now in front of my class.

"I just want a simple year, not like the crazy year we had last year." I said now facing him.

"I will try but I can't promise you anything but go to class," With that he placed a kiss on my lips and began to walk away.

"I should be telling you that," I said with a smile as I yelled after him.

I was in my last period of class as the teacher was going over the expectations for the year.

"Excuse me Mr. Massey?"

"Yes Tara?" Mr. Massey said as he directed his attention to the brunette.

"When is the essay due on cultural differences, I didn't see it in the syllabus?"

"Oh sorry about that, it is due on September 28th so if you guys could just note that in your syllabus."

Tara Knowles aka Jax Teller's girlfriend… I didn't know much about her then that, other than she was book smart. I didn't have a problem with her nor Jax. It was the company I kept who couldn't stand them… well Jax.

Class was over I grabbed my things as I made my way out the door; y attention was on my phone that rested in my hands. As I was dialing Stone's number to see exactly where he was I ran into someone.

"Oh sorry," I begin to saw as I looked up to lock eyes with Jax Teller.

"Easy sweetheart, I don't need your father trying to run me down for touching the princess." He said with a smirk while looking down at me with his hands raised.

"Sorry but I'm no one's princess…. I'm a rose," with that I looked him over once more as I walked pass him; while I walked away I felt his presence I felt his eyes watching me.

I hated how people would label me or put me in this box because of who my father was. I had to get the hell out of charming, it was suffocating here.

I placed my attention back on my phone as I attempted to call Stone for a second time.

The crew looked on as they witness Jax losing his mind…

Demi had been gone for days.

At first Jax really didn't think Demi was missing, he thought it was her just taking off after the heated argument that they shared. He thought she was just taking a couple of days to just cool off.

But those thoughts vanish as her silver Range Rover was being pulled out the lake.

Luckily no body was recovered …

But Jax now had this sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, that wouldn't be gone until his wife was back by his side…