Disclaimer:I do not own anything Sons of Anarchy. But, I really wish I had Jax. I only own Lizbeth and Bella.
I smiled and laughed to myself, when I realized it was my Mom's diary. Before reading, I noticed the date on the top right hand corner, 'Oct 13, 1976' and saw it was Mom's birthday. I opened the book and read the first entry, which was her birthday.
'October 13, 1981
Today is my twenty first birthday and my party was a blast! After having cake at my house with my parents, Clay took me to the Clubhouse to get drunk at. Well, my best friend and Club sister, Gemma gave me this wickedly engraved diary then my Club brother, Clay gave me a black leather choker with a gunmetal heart on it with a gun on it. Him and I went out for a bit a few months ago, but it didn't work out because we acted like brother and sister too much, it was just too weird. Then Gemma's 'friend', John Teller gave me a set of two rings. When together on the same hand, it reads LADY. So, there's LA on one and DY on the other. Cool, ain't it? Then, Gemma and I got drunk as the boys stayed sober to drive us home. And I'm sure if this somehow gets to my daughter, if I ever have one and after I'm dead and gone is reading this? The Club, I'm referring to is John Teller's club. I was Clay's Old Lady, but not literally. I was called that because we dated, we never did anything. John called the Club, 'Sons of Anarchy' and him, Clay and the other guys in the club like Bobby and Tig, got the Grim reaper tattooed on their backs with 'Sons of Anarchy' across their shoulders like their jackets. Gemma got a tattoo over her left breast, it was a Crow. John's actually since the other name for the club was SAMCRO.
Meaning;
Sons of
Anarchy
Motorcycle
Club
Redwood
Original.
I think. Anyway, I got one on the pulse point of my left wrist. It was a bleeding Black rose and the stem with the thorns wrapped around my wrist. It hurt like fucking hell!
Until my next entry..
Bella'
I wiped away a tear, after closing the book. It wasn't because my mom was involved with a club, it was because I felt like she was there with me reading it herself. I could almost hear her voice in my head. I knew that Mom would hang with motorcycle gangs, but I didn't think she had a tattoo. She wore bracelets all the time, covering her wrists.
I was happy that I found this. Then wondering about the necklace that Clay gave Mom, I nearly jumped back into the box, rustling around until I found the black leather choker with a gunmetal heart with a gun on it.
"Got ya." I said while putting it in my jewelry box, sticking the box away under my bed and the book in a special place before changing into my pjs and into the bed to sleep.
The next morning
I woke up the next morning, showered before getting dressed in Mom's old Harley Davidson mid-drift with a long fishnet shirt underneath and black denims jeans with my boots and putting on the choker. After one last look in my mirror, I was heading down to get something to eat.
I got downstairs to see Dad eating a piece of toast with a cup of coffee, reading the newspaper.
"Morning Dad." I said, getting myself some coffee and a breakfast roll.
"Morning Lizbe.. What are you wearing?" Dad asked, looking at my outfit. I fought the urge to smile, knowing that he didn't like it. I like to obey him but then again, it was more fun to annoy him.
"Just something of Moms." I told him, eating the rest of the buttery roll.
"Well, I.. Mmm, nevermind." He said shaking his head, going back to his paper.
I finished up, before putting everything up to kiss Dad on his cheek.
"Now, where are you going?" He asked, as I grabbed Mom's leather cropped jacket out the closet by the door.
"Going take a look around. Be back in a few hours!" I exclaimed back, going out the door and sadly, into my old car.
I started the piece of shit and left. I looked around and saw the everything was pretty much looking the same. Despite the fact, that I would see men on motorcycles with the Sons of Anarchy kuttes on every once in a while.
Then, when I got past a Mechanic place, my car decides to choke.
"Stupid piece of shit." I whispered, hitting the wheel before leaning back in the seat with a sigh. My hands were on my face, covering my eyes so I couldn't see anything.
Suddenly, someone tapped on the window making me almost jump out of my very skin. I looked to see the guy that I was trying to talk to yesterday. So, I rolled down the window.
"Yeah?" I asked, once the window was down.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked, as I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"Shitty old ass car died." I told him, looking down.
"How about I get the guys at the mechanic to tow this over there to check it out? How that sound?" He offered catching me by surprise.
"Would you mind? I don't want to be a burden." I asked with a hopefull look, making him chuckle.
"Nah, you're not a burden. Hang tight, I'll be right back." He told me, before walking back behind my car just for me to hear the roar of a motorcycle. I laughed softly as my blue eyes looked up at the sky. Mentally thanking my mother for living in Charming.
Few minutes later, I noticed a white tow truck pull up behind me. So, I got out to see the Blonde guy that helped me, talking to a guy a little younger then him with Reddish brown hair.
I walked over to the Blonde with my hands in my jacket pockets.
"Thanks for helping me. I'm Lizbeth." I told him, extending my hand for him to shake, which he did back.
"Jax Teller. But, I'm sure you know my last name, since your father said that before driving off like a bat out of Hell." Jax told me, making me laugh.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. He can be an ass at times." I said, but Jax gave me that 'At times?' look.
"Okay, he's an ass all the time."I admitted, with a smile as he chuckled with a smile.
The guy that Jax was talking to eariler, walked up,
"Got it up." He said.
"Good job, Half-sack. Now go on, drive it back." Jax told him, causing Half-Sack blushed before getting the truck and driving off.
"Half-Sack? He lost a nut or something?" I asked, and the blonde nodded as I made a face.
"Ouch." I whinced watching the handsome biker walk over to his bike.
"Give you a lift to the mechanic?" He asked, getting on the machine and turning the key.
"Sure." I said, hopping into the bitch seat behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
"Hold on." He told me, before riding off.
I smiled biting my lip, looking around.
'Hopefully none of the other cops see me or Dad will have a fit.' I prayed inwardly, as Jax pulled into the parking lot of the mechanics. The garage was called 'Teller-Morrow.' Just judging from the name, I could tell that the man giving me the ride worked there. Kind of obvious.
