AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello! First of all, my name is Holly, a.k.a pointless-ramblings, you can call me either or, I've even had people call me PR in the past, because it's the quick and abbreviated version of my username. Okay? Cool. Anyway, this isn't my first Sons of Anarchy fanfic and this isn't my first fanfic in general. I've been writing fanfic since I was 10 or 11 years old, and I'm 20 now but, I've personally thought that my writing only got good around 2-3 years ago, maybe 4. I've posted several fanfics for several fandoms before, and have deleted every single one because, well they were awful. And I've tried writing and posting this story multiple times, and each time it's just turns out crap. But, I'm finally confidant enough in it to post it here. So! Without further ado, I present to you...a quick disclaimer XD
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SONS OF ANARCHY OR IT'S CHARACTERS AND STORY LINES, ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO FX AND KURT SUTTER. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT IS INTENDED. I SOLELY PLACE OWNERSHIP OVER MY OWN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS NEVER BEFORE SEEN ON THE SHOW.
Now, enjoy!
June 20, 2003
"You still haven't told them Julia?"
Judging by the tone of her voice, it wasn't a question that she was asking. And by she, I meant my Sister-in-Law, Nicoletta Alessi née Russo, or just Nico for short.
"I know, I'm going to."
"Oh? Are you? When are you planning on doing that? After you roll into town, and Charming's flock of gossiping old biddies tells them first."
Yes
"No."
Her deep sigh carried through the phone into my ear and I could hear the sound of a door shutting, like she stepped outside or locked herself in a room.
"I love you Lia but, I can't keep lying to everyone. It's obvious I'm keeping a secret and your brother has convinced himself that I'm pregnant again. And I don't need him funneling that pipe-dream into Ma's ear right now. You have to tell them, now, no more "later"."
"Welcome to Charming! Our name says it all!"
Flying past the town sign, I wasn't expecting the massive wave of nostalgia that washed over me as I went. It was, euphoric almost. As if I was flung back in time to 1997, the year I left said sign in my rear view mirror. Of course I've been back since then, but it was always for holidays. Temporary. This...this was more than that, this was permanent.
"Julia?Are you there? Can you hear me?"
Snapping out of my thoughts, I replied, "Yeah! Yeah, I'm here, I heard what you said."
"Are you okay? I'm sorry for twisting your arm like this, I know you have your reasons for keeping it a secret."
"Me? Oh yeah, I'm fine, just...trying to figure out what I'm going to say to everyone, that's all."
Not a total lie.
"And look, you have nothing to be sorry about. I'm the one who should be apologizing to you, I had no right asking you to keep quiet about this. It wasn't your secret to keep."
"We're family Lia, it's what we do."
Smiling for the first time in over two weeks, my heart warmed at her statement.
"So, any ideas on what I should tell them?"
"Just say, 'Hey guys, guess what! I'm moving back home! I bought a house and everything!' Boom, easy."
"That simple huh?"
"Yup, but hey look, I have to go, Sal just got home and if I was you, I'd fess up soon."
"Oh don't worry, I will," I snorted, "Say hi to everyone for me, love you Nic."
"I will, love you too, bye!"
Hanging up, I tossed my cellphone into my purse that sat on the passenger seat, just as a cop car passed me. Holding my breath, I glanced in the rear view and saw the car loop back behind me and throw on their lights.
Shit.
Pulling over onto the dirt shoulder, I parked and reached over to the glove box for my registration and insurance. Rolling down the window, I grabbed my license out of my bag as I heard the cop approaching my side of the car.
"License, registration and insuran-."
I didn't even let him finish before I handed all my papers to him out the window.
"Thanks." He said as he walked off.
"Mhm."
Glancing in the rear view mirror, I watched as the officer got back in the cruiser. I tried to get a good look at him but the glare of the sun on the windshield made it next to impossible. He sounded familiar though. He was older that was much was obvious.
I was sitting there for almost 10 minutes, roasting in the late June heat before I spotted the officer finally coming back in my side view mirror.
"You're a long way from your home in the big apple, Miss. Alessi."
Whipping my head to look at the cop, who was leaning over to look through my window, I was finally able to get a good look at him.
"Wayne Unser?" I asked, shielding my eyes from the sun that was glaring off his receding hairline.
"The one and only," he chuckled as he handed me back my papers, "Now, uh, you wanna tell me why I'm catching you flying into my town at 95 mph?"
His question, while simple, made me pause for a minute, unsure of what to say.
"What, a girl can't be excited to visit her family?" I smiled.
"Not 95 mph excited, no."
Sighing, I nodded my head in defeat, "Would it help if I said that I was sorry and it won't ever happen again?"
He shook his head, "Now you and I both know that, that's not true, I've been pulling you over for speeding since the day you got your license."
Racking my brain, I tried to find an excuse that I could magically pull out of my ass but, I failed to come up with anything substantial enough.
"I'm not getting out of this one am I?" I huffed.
"Nope and your "Mayor's Grand-Daughter" get out of jail free card expired some time ago I'm afraid." He smirked.
Huffing, I stared ahead out my windshield and tapped my hand on the steering wheel before plastering a pretty smile on my face and saying, "What about my "Mayor's Daughter" get out of jail free card?"
We stared each other down for what felt like forever.
"Invalid until your father wins the election this fall, that is, if he wins." Unser deadpanned, the tone in his voice was enough to say he didn't appreciate my comment.
But I kept on pushing and chuckled, "Oh Chief, you and I and everyone else in this town know that there is no if in the equation. He'll win. If you ask me, he doesn't even need to run but, then again maybe I might be a little biased."
He wasn't impressed.
"I'm gonna write you a ticket for speeding, don't let me catch you doing over 60 on this road again or I'll throw you in jail for reckless endangerment, you understand me?" He grunted, pulling a pad out of his breast pocket.
"Yes sir." I muttered.
Sitting there stewing in my own annoyance, I listened to him scratch out my fine on the pad of paper before he tore off my copy.
"Good, and Julia?"
"Yeah?" I replied
"Welcome home." He nodded at me after handing me the pink slip of paper, before walking back to his car.
Rolling my eyes, I waited for him to leave, watching him turn in the direction he was originally going, out of town.
Collapsing into my seat, I sighed and pinched my nose, "Son of a bitch."
Looking down at the ticket, my heart nearly fell out of my ass, "$500!"
Jumping out of the car, I stormed in Unser's direction and screamed, "Asshole!"
Just before he crested over the hill and out of sight, he stuck his arm out his window and waved. Grabbing a chunk of asphalt from the ground, I threw it as hard as I could but it was futile.
Fuck.
The Crescent Motel was a local motel in the south side of Charming. It was your typical sleazy hole in the wall lodging but, it wasn't the worst motel in town. Still that didn't keep it from acquiring the alias, The Crusty Crescent. It was a U-shaped, 2 story building, with approximately 34 rooms. It's exterior used to be blue but now, after years of sun exposure and lack of maintenance, it was a grey-ish white color and peeling. According to my grandparents, this place used to be nice, like 30 years ago. Now, all it was missing was the flickering street sign and a rusty air stream out front.
Pulling into the parking lot, it took every ounce of might left in me, to pull myself out of my car. After my encounter with Wayne, it was as if all the energy left in my body- which had already been nothing more than fumes -had vanished in an instant. Now, all I wanted to do was go to sleep. Seedy motel bed be damned, I'll deal with the diseases later.
Walking into the front office, I wasn't surprised but, still disappointed to find it had zero air conditioning. Not even a fan. Approaching the desk, there was a man sitting behind it, a set of playing cards sat before him and he was focused intently on a game of Solitaire. He was a greasy looking man, with a balding head that had a few sweaty grey hairs combed across the top of it. The skin of his face seemed stiff and it was riddled with craters. His nose was bulbous and his eyebrows were an unruly mess of salt 'n' pepper hairs. He was wearing a white wife-beater stained yellow from sweat, and a pair of oil stained jeans. He was wearing a name tag that read Herb. Hmm, fitting.
"Excuse me." I spoke, loud and clear.
He grunted but never looked up.
"I need a room for one." I pressed.
"We got those."
Now I was starting to get angry, "Now, please."
Sighing as if I had just presented him with the biggest inconvenience known to man, he turned around to a wall of hooks and grabbed a random key. Turning back to me, we finally locked eyes and he smirked. Holding the keys out in the palm of his hand, he raked his eyes up and down my body. Resisting the urge to gag, I snatched the keys from his hand quickly before he could try anything and read the tag attached to it. Room 25.
"I'm gonna need your name there sweet-pea, security purposes." He smirked.
Narrowing my eyes I delivered a subtle yet no less powerful warning, "Alessi."
But the idiot just nodded, scribbling down my response onto a yellow notepad, the threat in my statement going in one ear, and out the other.
"And I'm going to need your last name and number as well." He smiled, a crooked yellow toothed smile.
Stunned by just how stupid this man really was and by how stupid he thought I was, I scoffed out a laugh, "No," and turned on my heel and walked out the door.
Quickly climbing back into my car, I pulled out of the space and moved to one closer to the staircase. Grabbing my purse, suitcase and anything else I didn't feel comfortable leaving in the car to be stolen, I locked it up and trudged up the metal subway grate stairs. Passing several rooms that projected noises I never wished to hear, I made it to room 25, which just so happened to be right above the office. Letting myself in, I quickly closed and locked the door behind me, before setting my stuff down. Looking around, on the surface, the room wasn't as disgusting as I was expecting it to be but, the same couldn't be said about whatever lies beneath the surface. Bleach can do wonders sometimes. Sitting down on the end on the bed, I bounced a few times to test it out. Well, I've definitely slept on better before.
Grabbing my blanket, I draped it over the bed, careful to make sure no corner of the motel bedding was poking out, before I laid down. Staring up at the water stained ceiling, I waited for sleep to take me but it didn't. Turning my head to the left, I glanced at a clock on the wall, it read 3:07 pm. Sighing, my eyes dropped to a wooden desk against the same wall. Glancing over to the door, then back to the desk, I sat up and moved from the bed. Grabbing the desk chair, I dragged it over to the door and wedged it underneath the doorknob. Once I was confident that no one would be able to get into the room, I returned to the bed. Laying down and closing my eyes, I was fast asleep not even 10 seconds later.
A/N: So, what does everyone think? I know it's short but, it is only an introduction. Other chapters will be longer (hopefully). I tried catching any spelling and grammar mistakes but if any managed to slip past me, I apologize. Now, I can't say definitively, how often I'll be updating, this story is Pre-Season 1 so I'm going off my own imagination (mostly),and the best thing I can do for now is to say that you guys should follow the story, that way you get an email when I do finally update. Don't forget to leave a review telling me what you liked about the introduction, what you guys would like to see from this story, any ideas you guys would like to throw out there. I have a pretty good idea of where I want this story to go, it's just getting it there that's gonna be tricky haha. Constructive criticism is always welcome, hate comments will be deleted.
Xx Holly