Warning for this book. It's Rated M for 18 and up only due to content such as language and violence.

Also, I don't own anything from Sons of Anarchy as Kurt Sutter is it's creator. I only own this idea and some original characters of mine not in the show.

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Chapter Two: A Truce

I remember when I was five years old and my mom got a call for the first time to come to the school to talk. I remember that I slammed a heavy book at another kid because he made fun of my clothes, calling me a freak. I don't even remember his name, just that I broke his nose and my mom telling me about not every answer to a problem needed to be solve in violence. She was disappointed in me, I could tell even at that age, but the violence didn't end or stop. I ended up getting into a fist fight with some six year old's when they killed a ladybug I was trying to help a few months later. My thumb was broken and I had some bruises, but a lot of adults were horrified when they saw the other kids. Then, I kept getting into fights and yelling at teachers if I thought they were looking at me funny or trying to gain my attention.

That's when my mom started to have me see a therapist and psychiatrist with her after school while we lived in San Diego and then in Chicago later on. They diagnosed me with ADHD when they did a few tests after talking with my mom in private. A few noticeable things was that I couldn't focus on almost anything they were telling me or trying to tell me like I did in school or even at home. I was impulsive too and too much energy, I guess. They tried to get my mom for me to take adderall right away, but she told them no. When I was eight years old, my mom finally asked me if I was okay with taking medication for ADHD and I told her it was okay. I would take my medications if it met to feel somewhat normal.

I was getting better and doing better in school, even made some friends in Chicago in my class. Then, my mom started dating this agent named, Josh Kohn, a douchebag that I didn't like from the start. I tried being nice to him when he came over because he made mom smile. Then, on Christmas day last year is when both my mom and I wanted to run for the hills. All because he gave me a "secret" gift and told me not to open it til I was alone. Not to tell my mom or else. I was confused beyond belief when I opened the box in my room and found a dildo with a note that I didn't even read. I screamed, terrified as I told my mom and told her about his "gift". She broke up with him and threatened him to stay away from us after breaking his nose. Then, he kept appearing near my school and at mom's job. She tried for months to get the cops to help her and finally they did when he showed up at school to talk to me in private. I ran to get a teacher and he was gone before the cops showed up. Mom finally got the restraining order and then school was over.

My mom has been my rock since I could remember, someone I counted on always. I never doubted her, even when I found out Santa Claus and the Tooth fairy weren't real. She explained it to me and I forgave her after a little bit of time. But this time? With a lie that made me feel both stupid and sad for so long. I asked her when I was about five and then six years old because I saw a bunch of kids with a dad and a mom. Then, she told me that my dad died in a shooting before I was born and I was heartbroken, crying at night for a week and she held me at night. Whispering words of comfort.

"You need to eat, sweetheart," Mom says, sitting across from me in the dinning room. Currently, we were residing in grandpa's cluttered house and mom ordered us some pizza, but I've been silent since I found out my father is alive. Which we confirmed with a DNA test a few days ago because Jax and I both wanted full proof because I didn't trust my mom. It's been a week since I found out Jackson Teller is my dad and a few days since I saw him as I stayed in my room and ignored everyone. I've barely had the energy to eat at the same time too, usually just drinking water or stealing snacks from the cabinet if my stomach hurt too much. I've ignored the therapist and psychiatrist too.

"You can't be mad at me forever," She said, running a hand through her hair as I glanced up at her. I just stared at my plate of pineapple with green peppers and sausage pizza, my favorite combination. She's been trying to win me over because of her guilt for one of the worse lie she's ever told me, but I won't budge over bribery. "Your pizza is getting cold."

I got up from the chair, a permanent frown upon my face as she shot up and said, "Stop, sweetie!" I ignored her, walking out of the living room and going to just go outside. "Don't leave! You need to-" I let go of the door knob, glaring at her and making her freeze as she saw my watery eyes, almost clouding my vision.

"You haven't apologized in a week!" I snapped, finally reaching a breaking point. I run my hands through my hair, openly crying as I shook my head. "Are you even sorry for making me believe my dad was dead? That I was crying for a week feeling like I was even more of a freak of nature!"

"I am sorry, Audrey. I'm so sorry for hurting you," She says, crying as well as I hugged myself. She stepped closer to me and I flinched, making her pause. "I just... I was scared when I got pregnant with you. I was only eighteen and I grew up here with a lot of bad memories from my dad and my mom's death... I wanted you to have a good life, away from danger and the pain from this town."

I sniff, taking in her words as she rests her hands on my shoulders, ducking her head to see me better on my level. "I was wrong to lie to you and your father. It was wrong to not let you two form a father-daughter relationship. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I realized too late how wrong I was to you both," She pulled me into her arms, hugging me as I started to cry it out, clutching onto her like a lifeline. After crying in her arms in what feels like forever, she continues to hold me, rubbing my back in a soothing way. Finally, mom says, "You don't need to forgive me or think what I'm about to say is me trying to just get my way, but... Tomorrow or in a few days, do you want to be with him? Get to know your father?"

"I thought you wouldn't want me to get to know him?" I say, hoping she can hear me despite my quiet voice. She pulls back from the hug a little to give me a small smile.

"Your father lives a strange life and that's all I can tell you, but... He was my first love. We were high school sweethearts and it was my fault for walking away from him. He is the epitome of Prince Charming in Charming," She said, making both of us laugh at her last comment. I sniff, wiping my nose on my flannel as she kisses the top of my head. "Wanna reheat your pizza?"

"Yes, please."


I never felt so awkward, sitting in a booth at a burger joint and staring at a menu as my newly found father sits across from me. We've did a little of the awkward idle chit chat, but now I have no idea what to say or do except tap the end of my fork on the table while I bounce my knee. After last night, with my mom and I working on getting pass the lie of my dad still being alive, I told my mom about wanting to spend time with Jax. I didn't know if he wanted to spend time with me, which I didn't voice, but she called him and within a minute she told me to go get ready and she'll drop me off. So I wore some baggy jeans, a black Bugs Bunny t-shirt, and my normal white top sneakers with my black baseball hat. The hat is off my head and sitting beside me though.

"Are you okay?" Jax asked, making me put down my menu to look at him. His eyebrows raised as he nodded at my fast tapping and I sigh, putting down my fork.

"Sorry. It's a thing I do, I guess," I said, shrugging my shoulders as I lie the menu on the table.

"Well, why is it a thing you do?" He asked, making me chew on my bottom lip.

"Attention-deficit-hyperactivity disorder is a pain in the behind," I said, glancing up at him as his eyebrows furrow. "ADHD, I've been diagnosed with it since I was five or six years old. Some of the doctors thought I had IED disorder due to my anger and constantly getting into fights or arguments, but mom knew better."

"I didn't know that. So you see a shrink or something? Did something happen or..." He starts to explain as I purse my lips, trying not to grimace. Luckily, the waitress came over and asks us if we were ready to order. I notice her cleavage as she seemed to be flaunting a smirk or smile at my father. I blushed, quickly looking away as she nodded her head before leaving us. "You good?" He asked, arching an eyebrow at me as I stare at my fidgeting hands. I really wish I didn't put my hair in a high pony tail today so I can hide my red face.

"Erm, yeah... I see my therapist weekly usually and psychiatrist monthly to every three months," I say, shrugging as the pretty redhead waitress comes back. She smiles at us before giving me a wink after she set down a root beer for me and a coke for him. I gave her a tight smile in return, trying not to stare at her chest and I look down at the straw.

"Jesus, you're on meds?" He asked once the waitress walked away from us. I frown at him, not liking his tone as if taking meds or seeking help was wrong.

"Yes, I am. My meds help me. Do you have an issue with me trying to feel better?" I said, trying to control my tongue and impulse to throw my drink at him. He just sighs and runs a hand down his growing beard.

"Tara should've known better. You don't need drugs to-"

"You don't know a thing about me or what we've been through for almost twelve years," I said, trying to not yell as I begin tapping my fingers erratically on the table. Jax sighs, going to talk when I beat him to it as I stare down at the table. "Do you know how many fights I was in from age five to age eight? I lost count and I bet mom did too. Or that I almost held back in just third grade because I couldn't focus on anything the teacher was saying and that I couldn't stay seated in class because I felt like I needed to run around or else I was going to go nuts? Mom didn't want me on medications, but after barely passing third grade and doing what we can without medications, she asked me if I wanted to give it a shot. So don't blame mom for my messed up brain."

The table is silent for what feels like forever as I don't want to look up at my father to see disappointment. I can barely handle when I see mom's disappointment when she picks me up from the principal's office or she has an argument with another parent or adult when we're out and I say something rude without a second thought, more so when the other kid or grown up look like their judging us. I frown as his hand grabs my hand that was tapping and I look up at him to see that he has a sad smile on his face. "I'm sorry that I jumped to that conclusion of you and... your mom. I didn't mean to upset you. I just... I still feel like shit because you're almost a teenager and I'm just now founding out about you." I nod my head at his words, not quite sure how to respond to that as he let's go of my hand and leans back as he says, "Still no excuse to jump on your case."

"Thanks, I guess... I'm still working on my anger though," I start to say and he arches an eyebrow at me as he leans on his crossed arms on the table. "I still get into fights, but it's not as bad as it used to be. Last year, I think mom came to the school for me like five times and I only got detention less then ten times."

"I think I started to get into fights when I was in fourth or fifth grade. High school kinda was the same, but more calm in a way," He says, giving me a small smile as I look up at him with curious eyes.

"I just sometimes don't think before I start hitting someone. When I was younger I got into fights just because another kid was staring at me too long or giving me a look I didn't like, but if they picked on me or pushed me too far it got bad... When I was about five, I broke a few six year old's jaw and nose once when they killed a ladybug I was trying to save. I got some scraps and bruises, even broke my thumb for some reason, but everyone was scared of me or already talking about how I'll grow up a killer because I blinded a kid's left eye. That's when mom moved us and started to get me to see some doctors," I explain, keeping my eyes on the table as I picked at my short nails.

"Well, I doubt you'll be a killer. Maybe a heartbreaker like me or your mom," He says, making me giggle at him as I look up at him and he smiles down at me. Then, his face goes serious as he points at me in warning as he says, "But no boys til you're eighteen at least."

I giggle at that before saying, "Mom says I have to wait til I'm sixteen."

"I'm the dad, I overrule," He says, making me roll my eyes playfully at him as he chuckles at me. "So tell me something about you that isn't about your medical history or fights. You got any hobbies?" I smile at that when the waitress comes back with our orders. She smiles at us as she puts down my cheeseburger with mustard and ketchup only with fries as Dad got a bacon cheeseburger with everything on it and onion rings. We both thank her and she gives my dad a wink before walking away, making me feel a little annoyed, before he clears his throat.

"I like playing sports and music," I say, grabbing the bottles of mustard and ketchup before he did. I feel him watching as I squeeze the bottles after shaking them and I set them to the side once I got enough. I use a fry to mix them before looking up to see him doing the same as me, making me smile bigger. "Do you actually like mustard and ketchup together for dipping?"

He just lets out a short laugh, shaking his head as he sets the bottles aside and says, "You must of got that from me. Your mom hates-"

"Mustard," We both say at the same time and he smiles down at me when I grab a fry to dip and eat. "What sports do you play? Basketball?" He asks, grabbing an onion ring to dip.

"Yeah, basketball, track and baseball are my favorite, but it's a pain for any coach to let me on their baseball team because I'm a girl. Sometimes I can only do track because no one wants me on their team due to being sexist jerks," I said, whispering the sexist part to myself.

Dad snorts with a soft smile as he says, "You any good?"

I shrug my shoulders, smiling and just say, "I think so and mom thinks so. I'm able to hit the ball out of the park easily and I can catch and pitch with good accuracy when it comes to baseball. I can score buckets from a good distance on the court and I'm good at passing, but basketball is more for fun for me. I love to run marathons or 5ks or play baseball the most. I feel like ever since the baseball coach in Chicago let me on his team, I fell more in love with the sport. Mom even took me to the Chicago Cubs game before we left."

"Oh, wow. That's pretty amazing, kid. So..."