My view on what Jax does with his life after the events in S06E13. I'm really looking forward to what other bloodshed and drama Mr Sutter has planned for us in the final season, but deep down, I just wish for Jax to succeed at making a new life for himself. Seen the nature of SoA and my personal preference, I will rate this M, for language and possible future lemons. It's my first attempt at a fanfic, so have a little mercy, please… I would however really enjoy reading your feedback. I own nothing here, except possible future OCs
Chapter 1 Introduction
'It's been 5 years since that tragic day now boys. Five years since your mom was brutally murdered. I get out today, I held up my end of the deal I struck with the Justice department and served the time I had to, to protect the people I loved most. And now, I'm getting away from this hellhole we call Charming.
My previous life has cost me everything. First, I lost my best friend. Then your mom was taken from us, and eventually I've had to let go of you boys, too. I hope you are both prospering, and are growing up in a safe environment, something we were never able to offer you, even though our love for you was, and still is immense. Hopefully one day you will both understand that allowing the state to find a new home for you, really was for the best.
At the time I didn't realize why your grandmother refused to take care of you two and forced you into the care system. But now I do, and in time, maybe I will be able to tell both of you what really went on. It just hurts too much still. I'm over the anger, over the feeling that I failed everybody. I realize now that I was fighting a fight that was never going to be won. And so now, I chose to pack my stuff and try and build a proper new life for myself. No club, no crime, just hard work and keeping myself clear from trouble.'
Just as I'm finishing writing my diary entry, I hear the guard yell 'Mr Teller, grab your stuff, it's time'. As I grab my diary and a few pictures, I take one last look at my cell and silently whisper 'Never again'. As I walk through the cafeteria, the other inmates are rooting for me by pounding their fists on their celldoors. It's their way of saying goodbye. Sorry guys, I can't say I'll miss you.
I'm lead to the room where I'm returned the belongings I had on me when I first got here. My SO and NS rings… I look at them and instead of slipping them on my fingers I slide them into the pocket of my jeans. I grab my wallet, slip on my belt, and as I take a deep breath, I look at the guard and nod, to indicate that I'm ready. He leads me out and opens the gate for me.
The air there seems fresher than out in the recess court. The sun seems to shine brighter, and the feeling of freedom slowly wraps around me as I walk away from the prison, on to new horizons.