STATE OF AFFLICTION
by: rockrevival

Author's Note: I, in no way, own Sons of Anarchy. I wish I did though. I only own my own characters and anything else you do not recognize. Now on to the story...

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Chapter One: Of One's Own Initiative

He had to be here. She had no idea where else he could be and right now she really needed him. As she parked her 1967 Chevy Camaro outside the gates of Teller-Morrow garage, that's all she thought about.

She sat in the car for a few minutes, just staring at the doors of the garage. She knew she had to walk in there and find him; it was the only way to actually talk to him. Right now, he was the only one that could help her. Well, that she could of that she knew she could trust. She looked at the line of motorcycles seeing if she could spot his but it was too far of a distance to be sure. Besides, she hadn't seen him in a few months. Who knew if he had gotten a new bike since then? She finally made up her mind and decided to just head on in.

The girl took the keys out of the ignition, stepped out of the car, locked it and proceeded to walk to the building as she threw her keys in her black leather bag.

As she reached the garage, she removed her sunglasses from her eyes and placed them on top of her head. Looking around, she noticed he wasn't there but she did notice some of the men stop what they were doing to stare at her. She didn't know if it was because she walked up the whole way from the gates without a car or because of her looks. She could see both points of her theories.

They didn't see her with a car so in her mind, they probably didn't think she needed help. Afterall, most people who had car trouble brought their cars closer to the doors as possible. But they couldn't know that for sure. She knew they were a tight-knit group and they probably didn't like outsiders. They were a motorcycle club, afterall. She may not be a part of one but she knew how they operated.

And she was most certainly a looker. It wasn't that she was being conceited; it's just something she noticed. Some men just sent her drinks at bars when she was with some of her friends back home. Others were more noticeable. They flat out told her when they tried hitting on her. She had many boyfriends that told her the same thing. Hell, some of her friends were even jealous of her. But in reality, she was just a normal girl who knew how to do her make-up well and dress the right way. In her opinion, she was just a normal girl.

Standing at five feet and five inches, she wasn't that tall but not that short either. She weighed only one hundred and ten pounds, had a somewhat toned body, blue eyes, and medium length dark brown hair that had a V-cut to it.

In her mind it seemed like eternity when, in reality, it was only a couple of seconds. A couple of the guys went back to doing their work but a couple continued staring at her, starting to make her feel uncomfortable. Should she ask for him or just turn around and come back later? She tried calling him previous times but he never did respond.

She turned around, deciding on just coming back later, if she had the guts to but was stopped by a question she guessed was directed towards her.

"Can I help you with something?"

She made a complete 360 and searched for the person who asked her the question. She knew what side the voice came from so she looked directly in that area. Eventually she discovered who had asked her. It was a tall guy, with a bandanna in his hair and what looked to be a lot of tattoos, which seemed to be a common with all the men there.

"Yeah. I'm actually looking for someone. He works here." She started, as she lightly played with her purse currently hanging from her shoulder.

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Author's Note: Okay so there is the first chapter. I didn't want to give away much in the first chapter to create some sort of mystery and get you guys coming back for more but I won't leave you hanging majorly at the end of every chapter. I decided not to go to my first class today and this just popped into my head. I've been wanting to write an SOA story for awhile but never thought I could do it so I'm finally giving it a try. Please review and I will try to update as soon as I can. I'm also in the process of changing my penname but I'm not 100% sure as to what it will be so keep the story title in mind in case I change my pen name.