I OWN NOTHING. THIS IS JUST MY TAKE ON THE AMAZING SHOW "SONS OF ANARCHY"
Charming- 1998
"Sharon Knowles beloved mother, wife and friend. Gone but never forgotten." ~April 5, 1966 - May 12, 1998~
Tara couldn't believe her eyes as she stared hopelessly at her mother's tombstone. Throughout the ceremony she was speechless. It was as if someone ripped her heart out.
Her father hadn't looked at her in days. Ever since Sharon was diagnosed with cancer her father, Tommy, picked up a new hobby, drinking.
As the funeral came to an end, friends and family walked over to Tara and Tommy and gave their condolences.
If there was anything these two had in common, it was that they hated feeling sorry for. The pity looks that shadowed everyone's faces, the sadness that now felt like an added burden placed unto them.
It was too much for them to take.
TARA'S POV
I stood there trying to figure out why this happened to me. What did I do to deserve this. My mother was gone and the only family I had left walked away from me, probably heading to the nearest liquor store.
The more she got sick the more he would drink. I cant remember a time when alcohol wasn't his main priority.
There was no point in me headed home early. Knowing him, he probably drunk himself into a coma by now. I just sat there and waited. I wanted to be as close to my deceased mother as possible. Going home to an abusive drunk father would have been pointless so I stayed there until it got too dark for anyone to see , then I made my way home.
For the next couple of months, I spent most of my time locked away in my room. Only going out when I would hear my father leave for work.
His schedule with the factory changed on a weekly basic. I grew fond of that, it gave me time to think, to read, to have time to myself without the constant noise that came with Tommy's destructive presence.
I started visiting my mother more often, restraining myself to go only on the weekends. This became a regular thing for me, so much that I was even on a first name base with the groundskeepers, Chuck and Henry.
I kneeled to the ground next to her tomb stone, making sure to keep her up to speed with life, even though things in Charming almost never change. That's when I heard aloud sound. I looked over to ma right and saw him.
I recognized him before. He was hard to miss. Everyone knew of Sons and who ever affiliated with them.
Jackson Teller, the youngest of them all, hovering over to what I would of assumed to be his fathers grave. The rest of them standing inches away from him.
I heard of his fathers motorcycle accident last week on the news but was unaware that the funeral was today.
I tried not to stare as I watched them. He took his fathers death hard. Kind of reminded me the physical reaction I felt and wanted to display but couldn't.
With a second, it was over. He looked towards me and stare. Everyone turned there heads to see what he was looking at and I lowered mine.