HELLO! This is my first attempt at publishing any of my stories, i mostly scribble down random ideas but they never fully develop into anything readable. I've been a fan of Sons of Anarchy since day one, so why not write a story?
I am excited for Season 6! Already two episodes into the season, and SO much has happened! Can't wait to see more! As we all know, SoA is a violent and graphic show, so there will be foul language and some mature scenes. You are warned. I'm open to any and all feedback! Please let me know what you think of this first chapter! I think i might have written too much, but i wanted it to be as detailed and interesting as possible!
*This won't be an instant romance; it will lead to a Juice/OC INTEREST, at this point. One step at a time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my characters, Emily and Kim.
CHAPTER ONE: WAKE UP CALL
The sound of her cellphone vibrating on the nightstand woke Emily up.
She quickly grabbed her phone to stop it from dancing across her furniture.
"What the hell?" She whined.
She had just finished working a 12 hour shift at the hospital and all she wanted was to sleep until her next shift. Who would be calling her so early?
She rubbed her eyes and sprawled across her bed, trying to make her body wake up.
The phone kept vibrating; it was starting to annoy her.
She flipped the phone open.
"H-Hello?" she groaned.
"Your damn brother is under custody…AGAIN."
She could hear the irritation in her mother's voice, like always.
Good Morning to you too, mom.
"What? How do you know? What happened?"
She shot out of my bed. Getting a phone call saying her brother was back in prison? Yeah. This was a great way to start the morning.
"The Feds called, said they're under surveillance. They asked if I can pick up Ellie and Kenny."
"What? Why would-" Mary quickly interrupted her.
"Because your brother is a criminal who doesn't care about his family! He only thinks about himself and the damn club! Just like your father!"
Emily sighed. She wasn't necessarily in the best mood to have this conversation again for the millionth time. It was always the same bullshit. Ranting about her brother, her father, and the club.
"So you're going to Charming…think you can handle it by yourself? Or do I have to tag along again?"
The last time her brother did time in prison, Mary left to Charming to help Donna take care of the kids. Emily helped out for a while until she had to fly back to Washington to continue school.
"No. I don't want you leaving work. I don't want you anywhere near Charming, do you understand me?"
Pfft. As if that will happen.
"I'm buying the first plane ticket back to California. I'll call when I'm in town. I'll see you soon."
"Emily, don't-" she hung up.
Mary was going to be furious the second she sees her daughter, but that was the last thing on Emily's mind. Opie was under custody and her mother expected her stay still and not do anything about it? There was no way in hell she was going to sit this one out. The last time she heard from Opie, he was stressed about working at a shitty job, trying his hardest to pay off his debts without the club's help. That was a few weeks ago, and now him and his family are under the Fed's watch? Something was wrong. None of it made sense.
"Damn it, Ope!" She threw her phone on the bed.
She jumped out of bed and picked a random plain white tshirt and skinny jeans from her drawers, quickly changing into them. She moved to her closet, grabbed a duffel bag and started shoving clothes into it. Some random shirts, jeans, shorts, and a pair of sneakers were thrown into it, she wasn't sure exactly what to pack. Hell, she didn't know for how LONG she was going to be in her hometown. She moved to her drawers, grabbing handfuls of her undergarments and tossing them in her bag. She reached for her laptop sitting on the nightstand and put in its case before placing it in her messenger bag, along with her wallet & ipod.
"Done. KIM! Are you awake?!" She grabbed her phone and quickly threw the comforter over her bed, smoothing it out until it looked not nearly as messy. She walked out of her room and into the small living room. The rich smell of fresh coffee filled the room, instantly relaxing Emily's muscles. She rushed over to the cabinet, grabbed a mug and poured herself a cup. Coffee always made her wake up, it was her addiction.
"You're up early." Kim, her roommate, stated as she exited the bathroom and walked towards her. She brushed her short brown wavy hair with her hands, trying to tame the knots. "That's rare. But I'm glad you like the coffee." she said sarcastically. Emily smiledKim always made sure to leave a fresh pot of coffee for Emily before she left for work, occasionally making her breakfast along with it. Being a chef, Kim would make food whenever she wasn't working at the restaurant, and Emily didn't mind at all.
"Thank you. I really needed this." She sipped some more of the black coffee.
"More than usual? And why is that?" Kim made her way around Emily, also serving herself some of the hot brewed beverage. Emily sighed. She knew she could trust Kim, she was the closest friend she's made since she moved out of her mother's house, but even now, she didn't want her to get involved with the problems the club and her family always held over her head.
"I'm going back to Charming." She took another sip. The hot liquid warmed her throat, warming her body. When she didn't get a quick response, she looked over her shoulder. Kim set her cup down and gave Emily a confused stare.
"Charming…your hometown in California? Why so sudden? And for how long?" She felt chills run down her spine. She wasn't sure if it was because of the coffee, or her nerves. She stared into her coffee mug, hesitated on how to answer. Kim blinked, and suddenly felt embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound nosy. Can't blame me for being worried, right?" she chuckled. She was right. She needed her answers, it was only fair.
"No, you're right." She smiled. Took another gulp of the coffee, finishing whatever was left in her mug. "I got a call from my mom…saying that my brother is in trouble again. Don't know what he did or what the situation is but I'm not going to just sit here and wait for a phone call to get my answers, you know? I have to get down there and see what's going on. It's been long enough that I haven't seen my family..." she trailed off. Too long. She sighed.
When she graduated high school, Emily left Mary's house and went to the University of Washington, joining the nursing program. Finding out she was leaving for Seattle, her father Piney asked Sons of Anarchy's Tacoma Charter to keep an eye on her while she lived on her own. At first, Emily disliked the fact that she had babysitters, but after a while, she convinced herself that having a bunch of bikers looking after her wasn't as bad as she thought. She loved seeing the scared looks on her classmate's faces when she was dropped off at school by Happy; it certainly kept the guys who would constantly hit on her at bay. Hanging around the clubhouse brought her pleasant memories of growing up in Charming. SAMCRO was her family, and her mother took it all away from her, but she still felt attached to her hometown thanks to the Tacoma Charter.
Seeing the upset look on Emily's face, Kim grabbed the coffee pot and refilled her mug. "Then you better get going. Call the hospital and ask for some time off, pack your shit and go! I have everything covered with the apartment; rent is no problem for me! I'll look after the rest of your stuff, although I MIGHT be borrowing some of the clothes you leave behind." She smirked.
Emily turned and hugged her. She knew Kim wouldn't mind her leaving, she was always supportive and wanted the best for her. "Thank you! I seriously owe you!" Kim laughed.
"Okay, okay, calm down and go get your shit done. The sooner you're back with your family, the better." Emily flipped out her phone and dialed the front desk's number as she walked back into her room.
Just a few minutes later, after talking to her adviser, she was granted her temporary leave. Of course they didn't mind. She was one of their hardest working nurses they had; never took any sick or vacation days since the day she started working. Even without their approval, it wouldn't have stopped Emily. All she had been doing the past couple of years was going to school and working, so she had enough money to get by on her own for a while. Once she finished calling her job, she booked the next ticket back to California, which was leaving in 2 hours.
Everything was ready to go, she had packed the basic essentials, bought her plane ticket, and all that was left was to leave for the airport. She stared at her phone, not certain of what to do next. She scrolled down the short contact list until it stopped on a certain name, hesitated on pressing the call button, but she knew that she had to let someone from the club know she was leaving town. She dialed the number.
"What's up, Em?" his voice filled her ear within a matter of seconds. Despite it being early in the morning, he was quick and on alert. Like a Sergeant-at-Arms always should be.
"Hey Kozik, sorry for the early wake up call, but I need a favor." she mumbled.
"Anything, hun." He yawned. "What is it?"
"I need a ride to the airport, I would ask Kim but she needs to get to work soon. Think I can hitch a ride?" She reached over for her ankle boots and yanked them on, glancing around her room one last time. She had packed everything she needed, so she grabbed her bags and walked out to the living room, closing her bedroom door behind her.
"Yeah, it's no problem, but…the airport? Where ya headin?" Rustling can be heard at the opposite end of the phone line. He was probably putting on whatever clothes he could find on the floor. "Charming?" he said sarcastically. When Emily didn't respond, Kozik sighed. "Aww shit, Angel. You're heading back."
"Some shit went down with Opie. I have to go down there and help." Unlike her conversation with Kim, Kozik didn't need much detail to fully understand what was going on. She heard him sigh.
"Yeah, alright. I'll be over in 10. You're taking a suitcase? Or…"
"Duffel bag. We can just strap it onto the back of your bike. You don't have to bring a car." He laughed.
"One step ahead. Smart girl. I'll head on over."
She smirked. "Always. See you in a bit, thank you Kozi!" She heard him laugh again at the mention of the nickname she had given him.
"No problem, Angel." they hung up.
"Was that the cute blonde guy? Or the scary one?" Kim yelled from her room, making her laugh.
"The blonde! He's taking me to the airport so you won't be late to work!" she shouted back as she walked into the bathroom. She pulled her sandy blonde hair back into a loose bun, and rinsed her face with cold water. She brushed her teeth and put on makeup to make her look a bit more awake, some black eyeliner and mascara. Instead of putting it back on her side of the vanity, she grabbed her makeup traveling bag and, again, only packed what she thought she needed for the trip; her chap stick, a couple of lipsticks, concealer, eyeliner and mascara. Seeing the bag more than half empty, she decided to shove her deodorant, toothbrush and small perfume bottle into the bag along with the rest of the items.
She walked over to the couch after putting her makeup bag into her larger duffel bag and let herself sink into the cushions. An hour ago, she was sound asleep in her comfortable bed, and now? She was heading back to her hometown. It was all a little too much for her mind to wrap around. She must have dozed off, because the roar of a motorcycle engine made her eyes fly open.
"Blondie is here." Kim stated, walking out of her room in her work attire. "This is it, huh?" she smiled sadly. Emily couldn't help but feel selfish for leaving her on her own. This was all so sudden, she hadn't given it second thought.
"Yeah, I guess so." They hugged each other, neither of them liked to talk about their feelings, but this was hard on both of them. "Thank you." Kim pulled away and laughed.
"C'mon. I want to see Blondie before I have to leave." Emily chuckled, digging into her messenger bag, pulling out a set of car keys.
"Take care of my baby? He's going to need a lot of attention."
"Of course! I'll be gentle." They laughed. Kim had always loved Emily's 67' Impala, it was her prized possession. It was a 21st birthday present from the Tacoma Charter. She would miss it while she's gone, but her car was in safe hands.
They walked out the door as Kozik jumped off his bike, quickly rushing over to help carry her duffel bag, handing Emily a helmet. "You don't want to know what I'll do to you if I find out she doesn't get to the airport on time OR safely, Blondie." Kim teased.
He smirked, securing Emily's bag to the back of his bike with one last pull. "Promise it'll be rough?"
"Can't you guys wait until after I'm out of town?" she laughed, tugging on the helmet, making sure it was securely on her head.
She turned to Kim and they gave each other one last hug. "Call me whenever you can. Hope everything goes well."
"Thanks Kimmy." Kim waved goodbye at Kozik as she walked towards Emily's Impala.
"See you later Kozik!"
"See ya, doll." he smiled, as he settled himself back onto his bike. Emily quickly hopped onto the back of the bike, moving her messenger bag between her stomach and Kozik's back. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he turned on his bike, the engine roaring to life. He looked back towards her, "Ready?" he asked. She nodded.
Without another word, Kozik sped off down the road, towards the airport.