In some instances, you could call our town small and charming. The funny thing was, our town was literally called Charming. Of course, it had everything you might want in a small town in California. The only thing many people don't want? The one thing that keeps us on the police radar? The Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, or better known as SAMCRO. They practically ruled the town of Charming. If there was anyone you wanted to avoid getting in trouble with, it was SAMCRO. People would probably beg to see the cops over them.
Sure, they were the stereotypical motorcycle club. Men clad in their club's leather kuttes, motorcycles, sunglasses, helmets, and guns. I knew that every time even one single member passed me by on the road that they carried a handgun. Usually, I stayed out of most troublesome situations. I was already eighteen and almost done with high school, but trouble did find me now and then.
It was one day when I went by myself to a doctor's appointment when everything changed. I'd been waiting for my blood work to come back when my doctor came in, frowning at his clipboard. "You said your last name is Wright?" he asked. I nodded, confused at his expression. "Yeah. Last time I checked. Is there some kind of problem?" I asked him. The doctor looked embarrassed and uncomfortable then. "Well, your DNA says that you have the same mother as you know, but well...the father you think is your biological father is not your real father," he said.
Hearing all that said at once made it difficult for my mind to wrap around. My dad wasn't my dad, but my mom was my mom. "If Andrew Wright isn't my father, then who is? Who is my father?" I asked, my mouth as dry as cotton. My question only seemed to make my doctor even more uncomfortable. Even from where I sat, I could see the sweat beading on his forehead and the nervous look in his eyes when he glanced at me.
"The correct term is who he was. Your father was John Teller," he said. Everything seemed to slow down and then stop all at once. I couldn't have heard him right. The only people I knew of who had the last name Teller were the remaining Tellers of SAMCRO. I swallowed hard, my hands shaking. "Teller? As in SAMCRO?" I asked. My doctor nodded and that was all I needed before I got up and left.
On the ride home, I nearly didn't even bother to stop at any of the red lights or stop signs. It figured that I was riding my motorcycle, which made me think of how I already showed one trait from John Teller. As soon as I got home, I stormed inside and found my parents in the living room. The look on my face was enough for them both to look at me in concern. "Emily, what's wrong? What did the doctor say?" my mom asked. My throat was so tight and all her lies to me made me want to lunge at her. "Oh, I'm fine. Just fine," I said sarcastically.
My mom sat up, clearly not being stupid right now. "What is it? You're not fine," she said. Angry tears burned in my eyes as my throat got tighter. "How could you not fucking tell me?!" I shouted, finally losing it. That was clearly not the response either of them had been expecting. "Young lady, you don't talk to your mother like that! You don't talk to either of us like that!" my dad yelled back. I managed a strangled laugh. "I'm eighteen! I'm an adult! But, I do have the goddamn right to talk how I want now! You're not even my dad!" I yelled.
That shut both of them up instantly. I turned on my mom again. "I'm gonna guess that he isn't Alex's dad either? Or am I just different? Why the hell didn't you tell me that my dad was John Teller? That I have family in SAMCRO?" I asked. My mom kept a somewhat straight face, though she still didn't seem thrilled to talk. "I didn't want that life for you and your brother. John didn't either. He was killed before you were born and I found your father," she said. I shook my head, still feeling the tears burning in my eyes. "It doesn't matter what you wanted, you should've told me! I have every right to know!" I shouted.
Silence fell for only a few moments until my mom spoke up. "You do. What else do you want to know?" she asked, sounding numb. I breathed deeply, my teeth gritted. "Does anyone else know? Anyone at Teller-Morrow?" I asked. She nodded, looking up at me. "Gemma Teller-Morrow and Clay Morrow. They're the only ones that I know of who know about you. Jax Teller doesn't and you can be sure of that," she said. I nodded and walked out, clenching my helmet and keys in my hands.
