The Silent Daughter

by ks vamp girl

Hunter lost her father and her mother at a young age. Her father was killed right in front of her by Mayans. The last thing her father ever gave her ,was his kutte, and she swore one day she would wear it with pride. When she turned 18 she was trained by Quinn , a nomad sons member, and never looked back. A transfer to the mother charter may through her head first into the drama.

3. Remembering and moving on

The Silent Daughter

Sons Of Anarchy Fan fiction

Chibs/Oc

Summary

I don't own the sons of anarchy or any of its characters. Nor do i own any songs or products that are represented in this story. I only own John and rose marks, lily,Dustin, Mikey, Miley and hunter. Enjoy

13 years Later

Hunters point of view

My dad's death ,though 13 years ago, still hurt me deeply and angered me more than anything else I had met in my life. As i stood over his grave , my flowers on his grave, i thought of all he had ever given me. When i had turned 18 i had received news that he had a safe account for me that was only to be opened when i turned 18. What i had found in the vault made me cry and become angry with my parents. I had found a plain black handgun that on the side had my fathers initials carved into it, a picture of my mother, father and me as a young baby, a card with a number on it and a name. Quinn. , and a letter written by both my mother and my father. I remember reading the letter as if it was just yesterday.

Flashback

The small box had rendered confusion in my heart. The letter beckoned me to open and read it but i was hesitant , what if it said that they had never loved me or wanted me, shaking my head I scolded myself angrily. My parents had loved me and I knew that.

Dear, Hunter

If your reading this than me and your mother have long since passed and are resting in eternal peace. This letter was something me and your mom wrote long before you were born but we both wanted you to know that we love you more than you will ever now. The card is a gateway for you and we knew there was a possibility you wouldn't want the future me and your mom lived but on the off-chance we placed it within just in case. The sons are a family that we lived with for many years and even as we write this letter to you ,Quinn has agreed to let you in if you wish it, he is standing over our shoulder as we write this promising to help you when the time comes. My death was inevitable darling and my regrets are that you had to witness it with your own eyes. Your mother would like you to know that she loves as much as she loves her music and more. The gun was passed down from fathers and I will not stand for it to be passed over you so here it is. Quinn is expecting your call when your ready. We're so sorry baby for abandoning you so early in your life. Live your life-like it was your last day baby. We love You.

Sincerely,

Mom and Dad

I had made my decision before I even finished reading the letter. If my parents had left me this then i would do what ever I could. I picked up my phone and called the number , waiting for my decision to seal my life, in an instant it was done and sealed.

"Quinn" a deep and rough voice barked into the phone and i almost laughed at how much he reminded me of my own fathers voice.

"Hi you don't know me but I'm Justin's daughter Hunter" I started and he breathed in sharply clearly surprised I had agreed to this fate.

"I'm ready to get started" I said firmly , I could feel a shift inside me that told me I was doing the right thing.

"OK" He said and told me to meet him at the gas station 60 miles down the road to start my future as a son.

flashback end

Being a prospect had to be one of the hardest things I had ever done in my life. But it had been well worth it and Quinn often told me that my father and mother would be proud of me. My thoughts where sharply pulled from me when I heard the loud obnoxious yells of teenagers defiling the grave yard. My lips curled angrily as I kissed the grave stone of my mom and dad. As I walked away the wind almost whispered to me to turn back but I kept going away from the past and toward the future. My bike purred to life and away I went with the road , wherever it was leading me. My income was mostly made by doing gigs at bars , my mothers talent having passed over to me as well as my fathers aim and attitude. The bar ,the devils tribe, was a small and rundown whole but who was I to complain when I was getting money.

"I'm looking for the owner" I said quickly to a scantily clad women behind the bar , and she quickly went to fetch him. He was a tall , older man who would have intimadated if it weren't for his welcoming smile.

"Hi darling I heard you where looking for me" he said roughly and leaned against the bar ,looking me up and down, I did the same to him.

"I'm here for the gig " i said quietly and he nods quickly to me. My guitar skills where amazing but my singing sucked so when bars need a guitar I volunteer for the cash. When I finally finished helping out the teen i was $300 richer. Just when I was about to leave my kutte back on my back , the owner whose name I had already forgotten, put his hand on my shoulder.

"You should let the sons know your here" he said quietly to me and i nodded my agreement and headed to the mother-charter. Who knew what I was walking into...I certainly didn't know.

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