Literally wrote this in a little over an hour so don't judge too harshly. Thanks!
I drove home to where my roots were, the small hometown of Charming. I had the windows rolled down with the window blowing through my thick dark curls and listening to the sound of my old black mustang. I tried hard not to think of what I would be returning to, if it were up to me I wouldn't be making this drive back. It was two days ago when I received a much unexpected call from a woman I never thought I'd speak to again. I answered the phone on the third ring, even though I wasn't sure of the strange number, "hello?," I hesitantly answered and as soon as I heard the familiar voice on the other end it sent chills through my body, "hi sweetheart, I hate to be calling you like this but I have some unfortunate news I thought you needed to know." Gemma Teller Morrow. It took me a little while to respond because quite frankly my body was still in shock, it was as if a ghost was phoning me up one day out of the blue. I straightened up and responded, "Gemma... Is everything okay?" There was a brief pause, "well honey not exactly, your father passed away from a heart attack last night.. We've already started plans for the funeral so you have nothing to worry about on that part but your daddy did leave you the house so I figured you'd want to come home to take care of some business." I sat back on the couch trying to wrap my mind around the news Gemma just laid on me. I loved my dad even though we left on a bad note and hadn't talked since I left years ago but my father was all I had since I was a little girl and he showed me how to be tough. Jack Clemont was the VP of the biggest, baddest biker gang in Charming. SAMCRO. So being the daughter to one of the most feared man in town wasn't always easy. Most people around town started calling me 'The SAMCRO Princess' even though my name was Harley after my fathers favorite bike. He always said I needed a strong name like a strong bike. "Harley? Baby, you there?" Gemma's voice pulled me back to reality and out of my thoughts, "yeah, sorry Gemma, just a lot to take in. I regret not talking to him this long." After a few more minutes on the phone and writing down the information for the funeral I ended the call with Gemma and sat in the silence of my living room reflecting back on the past since it was so suddenly thrown in my face. I went back to that night I left like it was yesterday instead of several years ago. Sitting in the clubhouse, drinking beers, and glued Jax. The sexiest man on the this planet and all mine. Jax Teller was Gemma's son and step son to Clay Morrow, SAMCRO's leader and president, but to me he was the boy I fell in love with. There was hardly a time we weren't together and at the time if you would have told me I wasn't going to marry that man I'd slap the shit out of you. I loved him fiercely and he loved me the same in return, if not more. That night I was curled up in Jax's lap as the boys sat around joking and passing a joint around when my father stormed out from the clubhouse office, "Harley, get your ass in here!" I reluctantly got up from Jax's lap because I could see the rage in my fathers eyes even though I had no idea what caused it. Jax squeezed my hand reassuring me he would be right outside if things got out of control, it wasn't the first time Jax would have to save me from my fathers rage. My father was far from a gentle man but I still loved him. I walked into the office and turned to face my father who slammed the door and stormed to the desk that was scattered in papers. He angrily picked up a envelope and threw it at me, "you wanna fill me in on this Harley." I carefully picked up the envelope under my fathers scorching scrowl and read it, it was an acceptance letter from a university miles away from Charming. I really didn't know what to say since I had been still trying to figure out how to tell him and Jax for that matter. I wanted more than to just be the SAMCRO princess, I wanted to be a doctor and my father would never understand that. "I want to go to college Dad. I can do a lot more with my life if I left Charming, I wan-" my dad interrupted, almost screaming, "this is your life Harley!" his arms expanded showing me he meant the clubhouse and gang, "I don't have much longer and then you'll be VP of the Sons. It's not just a gang Harley, this is your family and if you walk out on us it's not just a disgrace to you but to me too since your my daughter! You're a Clemont and you need to act like it!" I don't know if it was the violent energy in the room or my own father calling me a disgrace but I snapped, "that's right Dad, God forbid someone get out of Charming and better their life! You should be proud of me but sorry I can't be that daddy's little girl you envisioned! I'll be leaving tonight and I don't give a fuck what you think!" I furiously shrugged off my leather jacket that was embroidered with the SAMCRO logo and the words "SAMCRO Princess," that my father had given me for my 16th birthday present and threw it on his desk. With that I stormed out intent on leaving but I had forgot that I would have to face Jax as well. The thought of telling him I would be leaving churned my soul to the very core. I swung the doors open that lead to the parking lot where my mustang sat parked with Jax and my father hot on my heels. "Harley would you stop! Tell me what's goin' on!" Jax pleaded with me to slow down but I still couldn't face him so I just stopped and kept looking at the horizon, fighting back tears that would fall down any second. My father had caught up to us and apparently was not done telling me how he felt, "Oh she didn't tell you either Son, she's leaving because she thinks she can be someone better than us" I turned around to face the two men in my life. My father handed Jax the acceptance letter and as Jax read it his face turned puzzled, "your leaving?" As his eyes met mine I couldn't keep the tears at bay anymore, "I meant to tell you, I just couldn't find a time Jax" I stepped forward only to be met with him taking a step back from me. "Please don't be like this" I pleaded. "Is this life not good enough for you? Am I not good enough for you?" Jax had always looked at me with such affection but not tonight, he looked at me with such angry and sadness I didn't know what to do. "Come with me" was all I knew had to answer. "I can't come with you Harley, the gang is my life. You know that or at least I thought you did.." I didn't know what else to say so I stood there, feeling my father and Jax's anger directed towards me. My father filled the silence with a threat that would be the last words I'd ever hear from him, "If you leave tonight you better not look back." I took one more look at them and turned towards my car. As I started the engine and pulled out of the clubhouse towards home to get my bags I let the emotions in and cried. I knew it wouldn't be easy leaving but I also thought I could persuade Jax to leave Charming behind with me but that wouldn't be the case. I didn't know a life without Jax, he was my constant, my everything, my life. From the minute we were born we were meant to be together, our parents found comfort in knowing we would be taking over the gang. I guess Jax fit that position better than I did though. As I pulled up to my home I could hear the roaring of a motorcycle close behind. It was Jax. He threw the bike in park, hopped off and met me on the porch. "Don't do this Harley, we can have a life here, I'll do anything to make you happy here just don't leave damn it!" His words were full of hurt which cut me to the very bone. I took his face in my hands and met his eyes to mine, "Jax, please don't make me choose between you and the life I want. I want to become a doctor and I want to become Mrs. Teller but I can't do both here. Come with me, I'll go to school and you can get a job. We can still have a life together." I'm not sure what I expected, I knew my pleading wasn't going to change his mind just like his wouldn't change mine. "So this is how you're goin' to end things? Throw our relationship away like it doesn't matter and just leave? You know an 8 to 5 job ain't for me darlin' this is all I know." Once again I didn't know what to say so I just looked away from him, any other time I could stare at his beautiful face for hours thinking of what a lucky woman I was but not tonight, his once prefect face showed the shadow of a man he once was in place was a heart broken man and Jax wasn't an easy man to break. Taking my silence as an answer, Jax turned to walk back to his motorcycle but not before taking his rage out on an old broken down truck parked in the driveway and shattering the drivers side window. Hearing Jax's motorcycle riding out of my life was possibly the worse day of my life, I felt like he took my heart with him even though he wasn't the one who was doing the leaving. That night was the last night I talked to Jax Teller and the last time I was in Charming except for now. Now I was heading back and I had no idea what to expect.