Author's Note: I don't own any of the characters or songs I might use if I deicide to continue this story I'm just testing it out to see if you guys would be interested in reading it. Please let me know and remember please don't be to harsh. See you guys at the bottom. Please excuse the errors you are sure to come across the story I don't have a beta, and I do try to proof read before posting but grammar has never been my strong point. Anyone interested in being my beta please let me know, or if you know anyone who is willing to take on my story, let mw know thanks.
I was running as simple as that, and I was running too the same place I ran from like the devil himself was chasing me. I had put in my transfer to St. Thomas, they were expecting me to start in 2 weeks. That gave me enough time to see how Charlie's house was. My father had died about 2 years ago and I didn't even go back for the funeral. Life has a funny sense of humor if you ask me, even I got a giggle out of my situation.
"sure Bella you don't go to your own fathers funeral, but you come running back when a batshit crazy stalker is chasing you." I groan, at myself "shut up Bella."
Great now I'm yelling at myself.
As I arrived at my father's house…shit should I say my house. Ok as I got to my house I moaned. Fuck the house looked like it was falling apart, damn you can tell the 2 years my father hadn't been around really took its toll on it. As I got out of my car, I took a look around and the place really hadn't changed that much in the last seven years. I wonder if the crazy lady was still my dads neighbor, I mean my neighbor…that's going to take some getting used too. I take some of the boxes I had in my car and hurry to get the front door open, ugh times like these are when I miss having a man around. I quickly shake my head, don't need to be thinking about a man right now especially now and given where I am. I continued to make trips back a fourth until I unload all the crap in my car. Again I'm thankfully I didn't bring any furniture from Chicago, I snort imagining little me trying to bring all that shit in here. I take a look around the living room there's not much to work with but all of that can be fixed with a quick trip to target, that store has everything I'll need to make this house a home for little old me. I run up to check out in what conditions are the rooms, there not that bad but I do need to go find a bed because there is no way I will be sleeping on any of the two beds that are up there. I head towards the kitchen I let out a sigh of relive, it is still how I remember it to be although maybe painting the walls could be a good idea I never did like the sickly yellow that covered the walls. I head back to the living room and start going through boxes to find the shitload of cleaning supplies I brought along with me. As I tie my hair up, I start to get the nervous feeling at the pit of my stomach as it starts to set in that I'm actually here. " I came back" I whispered to the empty living room. Everything hits me at once and I get assaulted with memory after memory of Him of Us, and my legs just give out. I can't seem to stop them, they continued to play throughout my head like its own little movie, I feel the tears down my face. I just pray that it will stop that I can shut them out like I was used too back in Chicago, but its no use, its different this time I can feel him, I can feel his hands, his lips. I can hear his words. I can see his face, feel his breath against my neck. I close my eyes as a strong memory hits me of us making love those are the worst, because I feel his love the strongest during this memories.
***flashback***
"please baby make love to me" I moaned. I didn't get an answer but what I got was so much better. He was kissing my lips while his hands worked their way down my body, teasing my nipples and pulling them through my bar, but his hands didn't spend to much time on them they were still going down to that glorious place between my legs that needed him so much. He pulled down my panties and started kissing and nibbling down to my chest until his beautiful tongue found my nipple and started to bite it and suck it. "ugh…yea darlin right there" his fingers started to plunge into me slowly at first but all the sensations were getting to me I wanted him and I needed his dick in me right now. "ugh baby please…f..fuck baby I need…please I want to feel you inside me please" I moaned. "anything you want Bella" he groaned. With one thrust he was inside me, his lips still never left my boobs and god was I thankful I went crazy every time his tongue and teeth would just bit and suck on my nipples combined with his dick moving in and out I was in heaven. "ahhh yea baby…shit faster ooh yea….y..yes yes baby right there" I groaned. He was moving faster and harder, growling in my ear. Damn I loved it when he lost controlled and let this animalistic side of him come out. "ugh please baby…fuck I'm so close" I moaned. "bel..bella come for me baby!" he roared as he bit into my neck, as I felt some of his cum run down my legs. I whispered his name and I was lost to my own orgasm.
"I love you," was the last I heard from him as I was consumed by conciseness.
***end of flashback***
My tears fell harder as I was brought back from that wonderful day. How I miss you my beautiful boy, your bright eyes that gorgeous smile. Do you still smile baby boy? Do you still have that light in your eyes? Or did I take that away with me when I left, like all my happiness stayed with you here. I really made a mess of things my darlin, but I couldn't stay not when I had to share you with Them.
My tears start to slow down and I take deep breathes, I pick myself up from the floor the memories haven't been that bad in awhile I thought I was getting better but I guess being back here would do that too me. What can I do but dust myself off and try to keep myself occupied, so I grab my keys and head for my car. But again life had to throw me something else, I turn on the radio and what other then His favorite goddamn song comes on. Being the masochist that I am, I sang along to Terrible Tommy trying to keep the memories at bay.
"I've been up and down in prison, I've lived inside this cell surrounded by these demons and the fiery gates of hell I blame my mother and my father for the man that I've become." I sing at the top of my lungs, it feels so good to just let my frustrations out with this song knowing what it once meant. " it's such a hard way to fall, its such a hard, hard way to fall no I ain't gonna go to heaven they've locked me in these walls its such a hard, hard way to fall." I whispered the last line. The song ends right when I hit the Welcome to Charming sign, I chuckled. How fitting I thought as I gunned down the gas and race down the highway.
Author's Note: Hi everyone it's me again! Ok so what do you guys think? I got the idea for this because I was on one of my Sons of Anarchy marathons. I honestly don't know if there are stories like this one out there, but what the hell one more out there won't hurt. Let me know what you guys think, please remember don't be too harsh. I'll see you guys in a few days!