Hello everyone! This is not my first story but this is however my first SOA story. This chapter was more of an introduction chapter. To tell you about her connectin with some of the boys, how she was and all that fun stuff. The next chapter will be set around end of season one beginning of season two. A Warning to everyone, there will be violence, lemons, swears and more in the story. I will giving a warning at the beginning of any chapter containing sexual content and show you where in the story it will be so you can skip over it if you wish. The story will have dominant/sub themes but not hardcore. I love Tig and the men the way they are and they will barely change even though Tigs seems sort of upset right now. I hope you all enjoy the story and give me feedback on what you think =).
Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy or any of the characters except Anastasia. I would like to own any of the Anarchy boys but unfortunately I do not hehe =)
"So what? You think you can just leave us all behind? Forget we ever exsisted?" Clay Morrow chuckled at his tiny, step-daughter before him. Although humor was far from his tone.
Anastasia Teller was Jax's younger sister. Three years younger, but the exact opposite of him in appearance. She had a sweet, almost too innocent appearance. The long, curly black hair waved down to her waist and clashed with the pale, porcelain colored complexion. Her blue eyes stood out on her face, wide and flashed with every emotion she felt, something that her brother and parents had tried to work from her. She had her mother's body, soft but strong. Curves hitting spots that no Eighteen year old should have.
But she was also the exact opposite of the club as well. She gave everyone a second chance, even if they had hit her as Opie had learned a couple years ago. She rested with the innocent till proven guilty. She was sweet, peppy, almost bouncy in her ways like a puppy. She had a bold tongue that was rarely lashed down even by Clay. She spoke her mind, her heart and soul even if it wasn't her business. Well, that wasn't her fault. If the boys didn't want her to know, they should of moved away from her while talking. She handled the men as well as Gemma did, if not better because she had half of the toughest men in california wrapped around her finger.
Gemma Teller-Morrow just rested a hand on her daughter's shoulder, giving her husband a glare over it as he switched from being the apple of her daughter's eye to the enemy. Anastasia and Clay had gotten on a lot better than Jax and clay did. Clay took to her like a fish out of water. He protected her, loved her, and even killed for her.
Ana was trying to leave. Leave the town, leave the club but most of all, leave them. The entire club was staring at her like a ghost. The only one who could speak was Clay. Ana had followed every member around since she was a baby. She, like Gemma, were more part of the Club than any other females had been. But she wanted to leave.
"I don't want to forget you guys Clay. You're my family. Family sticks together right? I want to be a lawyer, do you know how much that could help you guys?" she tried to fight her case but the more she talked, the darker the appearances got.
"We don't need that help Ana! You need to stat here." Jax was the first to speak up besides the president.
"To do what? Watch you all get blown by the croweaters? I'm tired of this Jax. What do i have to do here except hope to be one of the old ladies one day. I have to sit and watch one bitch leave after the next. I can't even befriend anyone outside the club. The croweaters don't even want to talk to me. My best friend is my brother and a scotsman twice my age. I have to sit here and hope you all come home the next day. That's not a life. Why do you think Tara left?"
No one had seen Tig escape the room while Jax was suddenly angry, standing to his feet, using his knees to shove his chair back. "Watch it Ana" He growled, pointing his finger across the table at her. "You want to leave us fine but don't expect to be treated like a fucking princess, like you are saving us by leaving. You are just like that bitch Tara. Leaving because you're scared." he slammed his hand down on the table before following out of the open door that Tig had left open.
Water swam in Ana's eyes as he left the room, her head down as everyone stayed quiet. "You leave, don't come back here Anastasia expecting sympathy or help. You belong here, you need to be protected but we'll see when you're out in the real world, just how much you need us." Clay's voice was final as he stood up as well, following after his step-son. His words hit her straight through the heart. He was calling her weak, too dependant, too naive to stand on her own without them to protect her. Tears fell down her cheeks as The rest of the club stood, passing her with a pat on her shoulder or a kiss on her head. Chibs was the only one to gather to crying girl into his arms, allowing Gemma to leave after her Husband and son.
Chibs had known the young girl wanted to leave, not to abandon the club but to just do something with her life. She loved the club, the boys and even any prospect that stepped through the doors but she had always wanted to make something of herself, not be trapped beneath a club and probably a man that was within the club in a few years.
Ana finally sat on her bed a few hours later after packing her room in the Club house/bar. Music and a party was raging outside her door, despite the news that was delivered. She sighed and tossed her final bag near the door. Everything was packed. At home, at the club, and any where else her belongings were. She was leaving tomorrow afternoon and the sooner the better with the cold shoulders she was recieving. Her thoughts were broken as her door slammed open, the doorknob knocking harshly on the wall before bouncing back, threatening to close on it's attacker but a hand stopped it.
Her eyes lifted, narrowing in on Tig's large form in the doorway. His eyes dark, a dazed look in them that told her the half filled bottle in his hand was most likely not his first. He stepped in before shutting the door behind him and moving towards her. His hands immediately went to her neck, gripping her. The cold bottle making her gasp before his other hand tilted her head back before pressing his lips to hers.
His fingers were strong, demanding but gentle as he kissed her. Her own moving gently while his were stronger. His tongue flicked out, catching her top lip before he pulled back, eyeing Ana before giving a huff and backing away with a swig of the beer. She swallowed hard, her lips parted and slightly swollen from the kiss. A soft flush to her cheeks as she tried to calm her racing heart as he paced near the doorway like a trapped animal.
This wasn't the first time this had happened. Ana and Tig had been kissing, touching and more for over a year, staring the night of her 17th birthday. He had almost every first, every second and third. He was angry that he was one of the last to know her plans to leave. He had given up croweaters, porn stars and the best of them all just for her. He had risked his position with Clay, Gemma and the club for her and she was willing to just up and leave like he was nothing. And in his state of drunkness, his hurt was turned to anger just like always but times ten.
"You still leaving tomorrow?" His question demanded an answer. His pacing, body motions and tone told her he wasn't playing with her. " Yes." Her answer was simple and only made him worse as he turned, tossing the bottle over her head and sending it crashing into the far wall. She winced and immediately moved farther onto the bed, getting farther from him. "You Bitch!" He yelled, his anger and rage releasing as he fought not to move towards. To force her to stay. "I've risked everything for your ass! and for what? A few fucks? Some head?" he growled, slamming his fist in the wall. Her eyes wide, tears going down her cheeks at the sight of him. She had seen him like this before, way too many times but never directed at her. All of the men made sure their anger was rarely directed at her even if she was the one they were mad at.
"Tig, You know I'm going to come ba-" He cut her off by storming towrads her, immediately getting on the bed and giving her no time to move before he had her pinned to it. His body covering hers as he glared down at her. "You won't come back. You're going to go to college, get fucked by some little rich boy then stay gone, married and leaving us all behind. We're your fucking family! Have we ever left you?" he shouted at her, ignoring the tears that were going down her face. "I won't do that Tig!" His hand raised, his anger holding him hostage as he threatened to slap the small beauty below him. "Shut up. You think you're so much better than those stupid whores out. You're ganna make your life better..blah blah blah. You're going to crawl back on your knees sweetheart and when I see it, i'm going to laugh because once you leave, no body here will want you. Your mother, brother will disown you because you won't be one of us. Your father is going to roll over in his grave you ungrateful bitch. " He spat at her, his hand lowering to her cheek as he forced her to look at her.
The door slammed open, forcing the pair to turn and look at the door where Chibs was standing. He knew about them. He may not of been close with Tig but he was with Ana and he knew everything and he knew the embrace he had the girl in was not one of affection. "Let her go Tig." Chibs' voice was thick with the scottish accent and some concern towards the sobbing girl. Tig laughed, obviously darkly amused by the scottish man coming to her rescue. "Well..I may be wrong sweetherat. Chibs here will want you but he'll forget about you unless you're on your knees sucking his dick." he snapped, roughly pushing her back as he got off the bed. "You leave, stay gone or i swear to god i'll make your life hell." he snapped before shoving past chibs, immediately taking the nearest croweater and going to his own room.
The next morning was hell. Ana's eyes were puff from crying all night, filled with shame and hurt. Clay, Jax, Tig and a few of the other guys refused to talk to her as she left the clubhouse. Chibs and her mother were driving her to the airport. The car ride was silent before the pair led her into the airport. "Don't worry baby. It will all blow over." Gemma tried to soothe her only daughter but both girls knew that all of the men held grudges like no one else. "Aye an' dun' worry 'bout bein' alone girlie. Me an' ya mom can kick anyone's ass." Chibs added in before laughing as he stood outside of the security check. Ana hugged them both before stepping back, tears forming in her eyes again as she knew it would be a while before she saw or heard from them. Gemma stroked her hair gently. "You'll be fine baby. Underneath that sweet face, you have Teller blood. We were made to survive in the world. "
Anastasia took a deep breath before stepping through the security and heading towards her terminal, glancing over her shoulder for a moment as she saw the pair watching her. Chibs slowly hugging her mother as they watched her leave. Ana was leaving the only family, only people she knew for her entire life. She was leaving family, love and home behind but she had to do it. She had to survive without their protection. She had to know she was more than just a Sons' old lady or a princess. The Sons of Anarchy was in her DNA but it wasn't the only part of her.
Gemma sighed, moving to brush a few tears away as Chibs and her got into the car. Chibs starting the engine before sighing, leaning back. "This is ganna change everythin' Gemma." She nodded her head, staring at the doors as if she expected Ana to come running through them. "I know." She stayed quiet after that as Chibs pulled from the lot. Gemma staring out the window as she suddenly felt like she had lost another child.