A/N #1: Okay, hold up for a second. Yes, this is a brand spankin' new story and no, I haven't updated the others. The problem with that is, stupid writers block, I mean, it happens to the best of us, right? Don't worry, I'll start working on those very soon, even the ones that's been collecting dust for a few years, but we'll see. Now, with this story, yeah it has addiction with pain pills and what not, well, I've been there, so I know kinda sorta how it feels, but I'll write it out to the best of my ability, because I'm sure, some things won't be as accurate as I want it to be, either way, I hope you all enjoy this story and as always R&R! Thanks a bunch! Smooches! And by the way… this is set in the beginning of season 3. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING from Sons of Anarchy… just my OC's. Thanks!

…Chapter 1…

Roxanne Teller was tired of being a screw up and no matter what she did, she'd always end up in the same place, but this time, she had to change, but she wasn't sure how she'd do that. After everything she's done, been through, and witnessed, she just couldn't be the party girl she once was. Because of Roxanne's bad choices and choosing the wrong crowd to hang around, she's been in rehab for the past six months, and the only person that knows about it, is her best friend Juice.

Only because, a few days before Roxanne was forced to go into rehab, her and her best 'girl' friend Lexi went to a party in North Hollywood, to go drink, and have a good time. About an hour and a half later, Lexi drank another mixed drink, then she started feeling funny. As Lexi searched all over the place for Roxanne, she felt her heart beating rapidly, and she couldn't breathe. Lexi begged Roxanne to take her home, but Roxanne was too busy having fun, snorting a few lines with the guy she just met, that she told Lexi, they'd go in a few hours, then after Lexi walked away in defeat, she suddenly collapsed. If Roxanne hadn't taken Lexi to the hospital, then Lexi could have died, and because of that, both of them are no longer friends.

While all of that was going on, Roxanne called Juice, thinking he'd be there for moral support, but no. He threatened he'd tell her family and the club about the incident, unless she went to rehab to get clean, plus she didn't want any of them to be disappointed in her, especially Jax, Gemma, and her godfather Happy, when they think she's been in college at USC this whole time, but she dropped out a year ago.

Juice has been keeping her up to date on all the madness that's been happening back home - from Abel being born premature to Abel getting kidnapped by Cameron Hayes, plus everything in between. When he did tell her all the stuff that went down, she decided to stay in rehab, because she thought, if she went home any of those times, she'd get upset, go out, and score some coke, or score anything to take the edge off.

But each time Juice called her with some bad news, she'd slip anyway, but only with pain pills that she got from one of the councilors that's been supplying her with whatever pills she wanted in exchange for sex or whatever he wanted. Roxanne didn't want to go that route, but it's the only way to get those pills without a prescription.

After hearing about Abel's kidnapping, Roxanne decided she wanted to be with her family and the club in their time of need, so she was packing her things, waiting for her ride to pick her up, and she can't wait to go home.

...

"Just where do you think you're going?"

Roxanne turned her head and frowned. "I have to get home, Zander… something happened with my family, and I have to go home."

"Okay." he nodded and went up to her, crossing his arms over his chest, looking smug. "Well, what if I said, I had some pills in my pockets. Your favorites, would you stay?" Roxanne groaned, giving him a 'are-you-kidding-me' look, making him smirk. "I'll even throw in some oxy, and we all know, you can't turn that down."

"You know." she started. "For being a skilled rehab councilor… telling us that drugs are "not the answer." she used her quotation fingers. "That drugs will get us nowhere, telling us how wrong it is, encouraging us to stay away from all of it, and having us here to quit and get clean… you do a shitty job. I may have stopped the coke, but I will never get completely clean if you keep shoving pills in my face and because of you, I'm addicted to them."

"Well, they say, admitting you have a problem, is the first step to recovery."

Roxanne shook her head. "And you're not even listening to me… if I wanted to, I could get you fired."

Zander chuckled, getting into her face. "It would be your word against mine and you actually think they'd believe a drug addict over me?"

"Maybe not, but they'd believe me." is what both of them heard by the door and she smiled. "Let's go, Roxanne."

"Who the hell are you?" Zander demanded.

"The names Juice and I'm here to pick up my lady."

"Your lady?" Zander stepped up to him. "She's not your lady, because she's my bitch."

Roxanne grabbed her two duffle bags and her purse as Juice laughed, before reaching back, and knocking Zander to the ground, out cold. "Um… thank you, Juice."

"Yeah." he nodded, grabbing her bags out of her grasp. "I signed you out." he walked out the room. "Let's go."

"Okay." before Roxanne left, she quickly went through Zander's pockets, grabbed all the pill bottles he had, and stuffed them into her purse, then caught up with Juice in the parking lot. "Uh, no bike?" she asked, with her eyebrow raised.

"Nope, didn't know how much shit you'd have with you, so I brought my truck." Juice tossed her stuff in the back, then got in, and started the engine.

"Alrighty then." Roxanne muttered, getting into the passenger seat, then Juice drove off. "So, how's Jax doing?" she asked, after ten minutes of silence.

"He's a mess." Juice took a deep breath. "But there's something else you should know."

"What?"

"Gemma's on the lam."

"What? Why?"

"Well, you know why Cameron took Abel."

"Yeah." Roxanne nodded. "Stahl killed Edmund and set her up."

"Right, but Gemma killed Zobelle's daughter in self defense, before Stahl let her go, and those two murders is what Stahl is framing her with."

"Stupid bitch." Roxanne slightly shook her head. "Okay, where's my mom?"

"Tig's supposed to be headed up north and he'll meet up with her and some of the guys from the Oregon charter, keeping her safe and hidden."

Roxanne sighed. "As long as she's safe."

"There's another thing and this comes from Clay… if you happen to talk to Gemma, at any time, do not tell her about Abel's kidnapping."

"Why not?"

"Rox, you know how she is… you tell her about Abel and she'll come back, which will get her busted, since there's a warrant out for her arrest, so she can't know about him."

"Okay, okay." she put her hands up in defeat. "I won't tell her anything."

"So." Juice took a deep breath. "How addicted are you? I thought you being in rehab, was to keep you away from that shit."

"What?"

"That guy called you a drug addict… are you still using?"

"No, I'm not." she shook her head. "I haven't had any coke in a long time. It took a little bit, but I did stop doing it."

"Are you addicted to anything else?"

Roxanne swallowed hard. "No." she lied.

Juice glanced at her for a few seconds, before turning his attention back to the road. "Are you lying?"

"No, Juice, I'm not."

"I've kept this huge secret of you being in rehab instead of college, like you should be, for too long. If you say you've quit and don't do it no more, then that's fine, but if you start back up, and I find out about it, I have no choice but to tell everyone."

Roxanne crossed her arms over her chest. "Even though you're my best friend, you're gonna rat me out, like a snitch?"

"Don't think of it that way."

"What am I supposed to think, Juice? You're gonna snitch."

"Roxanne… I'm trying to help you and I'll be there to help you, keeping you clean."

"No, Juice, don't do me any favors, I can take care of myself."

"Fine." Juice nodded, turning up the volume on the radio, and continued driving to Charming.

A/N #2: Okay, peeps… there is chapter one. I hope you liked it and I'm doing the best that I can with it, just bare with me, and it'll be fantabulous! Again, thanks for reading and as always R&R!