*Ok, so i'm taking a little time from writing my current story because I have an idea for another story. This time it's a Jax story. IF this first chapter gets a lot of views, likes, faves and reviews, then I will make this my next project. This story is, at the moment, untitled, but again, ideas from you guys would be great.

I got the inspiration for this story when I listened to a song called Bloodstream by Ed Sheeran. So I hope this one goes over as well as my Juice story, Home is Where You Will Always Belong.

I've been spinning now for time
Couple women by my side
I got sinning on my mind
Sipping on red wine
I've been sitting here for ages
Ripping out the pages
How'd I get so faded?
How'd I get so faded?

Oh, no, no, don't leave me lonely now
If you loved me how'd you never learn
Ooh, colour crimson in my eyes
One or two could free my mind

This is how it ends,
I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream.
Fading out again,
I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream.
So tell me when it kicks in.
Well, tell me when it kicks in.

I've been looking for a lover
Thought I'd find her in a bottle
God, make me another one
I'll be feeling this tomorrow
Lord, forgive me for the things I've done
I was never meant to hurt no one
I saw scars upon a broken-hearted lover

So tell me when it kicks in.

All the voices in my mind
Calling out across the line

Tell me when it kicks in
I saw scars upon her
Tell me when it kicks in
Broken-hearted

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked over at the girl that he had picked up that night at the local bar and then he looked over at the white lines on his coffee table. He had no idea how his life had gotten to this point, everything had gotten so out of control. He looked down at the rolled up twenty dollar bill in his hand and then stood up and made his way to the couch. He remembered that there was a time when he hated junkies and didn't want to have anything to do with them and now he was a junkie himself. He sat down, put the end of the bill against the table, pressed his nose against the other end and snorted, deeply. He tilted his head back and stared up at the ceiling and waited for the drugs to kick in.

He leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes remembering that moment exactly 4 years ago when he gave up the life that had consumed him, turned him into the monster that he was when everything came crashing down around him.

FLASHBACK

He was sitting on his bike with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and stared at his father's memorial. He took a deep breath and continued speaking to his father as if he were sitting right beside him. "It's not too late for my boys. I promise they will never know this life of chaos. I know who you are now.. and what you did. I love you dad."

He got up and se his helmet and glasses down underneath the inscription on the rock wall and then straddled his bike. At that very moment, he thought that he had everything planned out. He knew exactly how things were going to end for him, but he had changed his mind at the last minute. He all of a sudden felt that he should fulfill his wife's dream and get out and try to start a new life away from this life, the only life, that he knew.

Jax had seen the cop car pull up on the other side of the road and he knew that it would only be a matter of time before he realized who Jax was. So without a second glance, he kick-started his bike and took off hoping that the cop wouldn't clue in until after he was far enough away. He turned and looked behind him with a smug smile on his face and drove out of Charming for good.

He opened his eyes and sat up. He reached over for his bottle of Jack and took a big gulp before putting his head in his hands. He had thought in that moment four years ago, that maybe escaping Charming once and for all and fulfilling Tara's dream was a good idea. But now, looking back at that day, he now saw that running his bike into the front of the "Papa's Goods" truck and ending it right then would have been a better idea.

He had nothing left to live for. His wife, Tara, was killed by his mother. He had killed his mother because that's what had to be done, but even four years later all those memories haunted him on a regular basis. He took another sip of Jack and took another snort from the table and then stood up. That's why he had taken to alcohol, cocaine and sleeping with a different woman every night. He had hoped that all of these things would help him forget the pain that he felt in his heart, but it barely numbed it. There were not enough drugs and not enough alcohol in the world to take away the pain he felt everyday, all day long.

He grabbed his bottle and then made his way over to the mirror in the bathroom. He stared at his almost 40 year old body in the mirror. He had obviously let himself go since the drugs and the alcohol took over, but he still didn't look too bad. He had lost a lot of weight, his blond hair was longer and unkempt, his blue eyes had lost their shine and they were sunk in. To sum it up, he looked sick, actually, he looked like death.

His eyes moved from the ones staring back at him to the tattoo on his chest and the one on his left arm. The tattoos of his sons' names, Abel and Thomas. The thought of them and the memories he had of them are what gets him through everyday. He still, to this day, thought he had made the best decision to leave his boys with his ex-wife and his mom's boyfriend. He couldn't think of two better people to raise his children than Wendy and Nero. He hoped everyday that they had done what he asked and raised them away from Charming and away from the club. It was a life that he never wanted his children to know. He wanted them to grow up and become the boys and the men that their mom had always wanted them to be and not the monster that he had become.

He had been living under an alias for four years in a small apartment in a suburb outside of Seattle, had found a job at an automotive shop. Some people knew the truth about who he was, but he didn't trust a lot of people. At one point, he thought that he could possibly love again. He had met a beautiful woman about two years ago, but despite how hard he tried to make it work with her, she deserved better than him. He was a criminal and a monster and to be quite honest, when his wife was killed, she took his heart with her.

He quickly wiped the tears from his eyes, threw his head back and downed the rest of the bottle of Jack. His life was shit and he wished that he had ended his life four years ago when he had the chance. He stumbled over to the couch and took one last snort before he leaned back against the couch and became lost by the darkness that slowly consumed him.