Disclaimer: I don' t own SOA characters…just Jasmine. I might introduce new characters further down the road, but as of right now, Jas is my only one. Props to Kurt Sutter for writing such an awesome show!

Please bear with me as this is my first story ever. Not just with fan fiction, but EVER! Please give me fed back, positive only.

ABERNANT, ALABAMA:

I woke up with a yawn and squinted my eyes against the sun. "It is going to be a hot one again today." I thought to myself as I got up to start my day. I walked to the bathroom and immediately turned on the shower. While letting it warm up, I examined myself in the mirror. That black eye was going to get noticed. I would have to use a lot of make-up to cover it up. My green eyes stood out against the black and purple. I moved further back to finish my exam. I had a few bruises under my right breast. I took a deep breath in. "Yup, couple are broken. My dad is going to have a fit if he finds out." I looked back to my face. "I am a fairly pretty girl. Why do I always have to get into fights?" My hair is mid-back and deep brown with dark red highlights that wasn't noticeable until I was in the sun. My skin was tanned and I was fit. I am not your skinny girl that always wore too much make-up and hair is always just right. I am not really your tom boy either. I like to look good but I have a major temper and no self-control.

My dad always wanted me to be the preppy girl. Cheerleader type. Wanted me to date the jocks. Nope, I had to have it my way. I am the book worm. The one that is quite, but I can hold my own. Actually, more than my own. My black eye and broken ribs are proof of that. I don't know why I can't keep out of trouble. Trouble always seems to find me. It's either a bitches' attitude problem or some guy that can't keep his hands off of me. Of course, it could also be that I live in a small town and I can't stand anybody here.

After I got out of the shower, I decided it was time to fix Dad breakfast and face the music. I just swept my hair back in a ponytail and threw on an old pair of jeans with a black tank. As I stood at the stove with the bacon, I heard my dad come out of his room. I didn't want him to see my whole face yet, so I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. My dad is a man of wonders. Been through hell and back. A few divorces and the love of his life is dead. But, he never let on that he is hurting. Always full of energy. I am always trying to get him out. He is a good looking guy for his mid 50's. Salt and pepper hair to the shoulders. Six foot five and bronzed. No matter the weather out, my dad is always bronzed.

"Morning Pops," I said lowly. "Late night, huh?" Dad asked me.

"What makes you think it was late?" I retorted.

"Low voice and not totally facing me. Turn around Jasmine. I want to see my daughter first thing in the morning. Especially one making me breakfast."

I took a deep breath in, wincing slightly at the pain in my ribs, praying my dad didn't notice. I was wrong.

"Baby, I saw that. You got into another fight." It was a statement, not a question.

Still not facing him, I recoiled, "Dad, what makes you think that I got into a fight? I could have fallen or slept on my side wrong or something."

"Jas, honey, I know you better than you think. And please don't play me for stupid. Turn around, now please."

I put down the spatula I was holding and slowly turned around. At first I kept my head down. But knowing that I, once again, would not win this battle, I looked up. All my Dad could do was shake his head. I stood there waiting on the raised voice. The whole "are you trying to get yourself hurt" bit. But it never came. He just turned around and went back to his room. Confused and a little hurt, I finished his breakfast, put it on a plate for him, and went and grabbed a book. I went outside, sat down on the swing, and lit my cigarette. I had no idea how long it was before my dad came out and sat beside me.

It was several minutes before he even acknowledged I was there. When he cleared his throat, I marked my page and gave him my full attention.

"Sweetheart, I am tired of seeing you hurt. You have no friends here and you are always coming home with black eyes and bloody noses. Too many times have I had to bail you out of jail." He paused. I could tell that he was thinking real hard how to word his next sentence.

"Jas, I'm tired sweetie. Not of you, but of your actions. I have heard the words I'll try harder too much. It is time for you to get your act together. You are going to live with your uncle in Lodi, California."

I watched my dad's face drop at the mention of his brother. They never got along. My uncle lived in a rough town full of gangs. If I am not mistaken, he was part of a gang in California at one point in time. So, when he mentioned moving there, I became concerned.

Browed wrinkled, I was deep in thought. Why on earth would he want me to leave? I know that I am a hand full, but can straighten up. Oh, who the hell am I kidding, I couldn't straighten up. But I could hide it better. And, I am 21. Can he really force me to Cali? Yea, hold that thought to. I have no job. No schooling. No friends or other family.

"Jasmine, say something. You are starting to scare me."

"Dad, you know I love you, right? But, I am not going to Lodi. Who is going to take care of you?"

"I am not asking you to go Jasmine. I'm telling you. Your Uncle Matt hasn't seen you in years. Plus, he owns his own business. He can give you a job and help keep your nose clean." Dad looked defeated. It was clearly something he didn't want to do. But, he had made up his mind. I wasn't going to make him suffer to much more. I was tired myself. I was tired of watching my dad suffer. And I was part of it. I decided to go without a fight. Hell, it might even do me some good to get out of Abernant, Alabama.

"Father of mine, if that is what you want, I will go peacefully. You know that I can handle myself. But I will miss you terrible."

"Daughter of mine, I don't want this, but we both NEED this. I love you and I will miss you terrible."

"When do I leave?" "Tomorrow. Am."

So, what do y'all think? Tomorrow, Jasmine will land in Lodi and the real fun begins.