Now I will tell you what I've done for you

Fifty-thousand tears I've cried

Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you

And you still won't hear me

Los Angeles, CA - 01/10/2008

"You whore, come back," Loudly the chair crashed against the wall and startled I turned around while he stood there, eyes wide open, in the middle of the kitchen. The table in front of him was completely destroyed.

"You can't fucking tell me what to do anymore, motherfucker," I shouted and pointed my finger at him.

Furiously he screamed and then tore a drawer after drawer from the kitchen counters. "You bitch!"

Suddenly he was rushing towards me and threw me to the ground. My head hit hard on the ground and for a moment everything went black. The next thing I could remember was the violent hit on my left eye and I saw stars while the 32-year-old pushed me to the ground.

"Whore!" He spat right into my face and another blow hit me on the head while I kicked my legs and tried to get my hands around his neck, "Fucking piece of shit!"

"Jacob…," I gasped as my lip burst and the blood mixed with spit in my mouth.

It made me feel sick. Disgusted I pressed my lips together and tried to push the older one of me who punched me in the stomach and for a moment I couldn't breathe anymore. Searching for help I looked around the kitchen. Hectically my eyes darted from the filthy kitchen counter to the broken tiles when my eyes caught the reflection of light on the long kitchen knife. Painfully I stretched my arm and screamed when Jacob punched my on the crook of my outstretched arm. The pain ripped through my whole body and I whimpered.

"You filthy whore," He repeated himself and his fist collided with the left side of my face. An immense pain shot through my head and I almost passed out.

I had to gather all my strength to stretch my arm and reach for the knife that lay some inches away from me on the ground. Desperately I bit on my burst lower lip and once again everything went black.

"Don't believe that I am going to put up with your shit anymore, bitch," Jacob cursed and punched me in the stomach again.

"Don't you ever call me a whore again, asshole!" I hissed before I rammed the knife into his stomach and his eyes suddenly widened.

With the last strength I could gather I pushed his body off me and panting Jacob rolled onto his back. His hands clutching the knife that stuck out of his stomach.

"Please…," He started but in the next moment he was spitting blood and no word left his mouth.

Disgusted I pushed myself off the ground while my legs trembled beneath me. Instantly pain shot through my body and made me weak. My legs felt like jelly and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to walk. I supported myself on the wall and my fingers searched for any wounds in my face. My eye had already swollen up and my lip was burst. But I had to get out of here.

With every step I took the pain seemed to tear a hole in my stomach and panting I pressed my hand on my belly. Carefully I turned to look at the dark-haired man who laid on the ground, coughing and gasping. The blood was running between his fingers and twisted with pain he pressed his hands on the wound.

"Catherine…," He said and it was the first time that I heard my name this evening. My heart hurt but the pain numbed all my emotions and disgusted I shook my head before I dragged myself into the direction of the bedroom.

In a hurry I heaved my bag onto the bed and then opened the broken closet whose doors already fell off its hinges. Hectically I threw all my clothes in the bag before I zipped the bag and limped back into the kitchen. I had to stop every minute because the pain nearly made me pass out but the adrenalin was pumping through my veins and kept me on my legs. In the kitchen I reached of the car keys. Not a moment too late. I could already hear the police sirens and hectically I looked around. One of the neighbors' must have called the cops because of the noise. Nothing new though.

Now therefore I shouldered my bag and limped to the back door. For a moment I paused and turned around to Jacob who was still laying on the floor, now white as a sheet.

"I wish you all the best, asshole!" I hissed and then I hurried to the black Chevy Impala.

Frantically I threw my bag in the back before I started the engine and drove off, leaving the shabby house I called my home behind. In the rear-view mirror I could already see the gleaming lights of the siren before I turned the car on the highway and the lights disappeared.

I was safe. At least for now!

Welcome to my Sons of Anarchy Story which will start in season 1 and continues from there on. First of all I have to say that English isn't my first language, so I might make mistakes. So please correct me if I do something wrong! I posted the prologue and chapter one on tumblr but a very nice follower of mine suggested to upload the story here. So here I am. I hope you liked the prologue, the first chapter will follow shortly! :) xx - jenn