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OC: Natasha Moreno
"But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing."- Albert Camus
Day After
Summary: Chapter 3 of Countdown.
As always this is an 18+ only story. This story is AU based and not your typical Sons of Anarchy story. Some readers may find some plot lines and changes to some characters to be problematic please read at your discretion. This story also time jumps heavily so keep this in mind as you read!
Warnings: General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing etc, minor age gap, minor smut in later chapters.
Scarlett Lowman
âApple doesnât fall from the tree.âÂ
Grace Riley + Sons of Anarchy Poster Inevitable
The first memory of my mother is a woman sitting in a rocking chair, watching the world pass by from the comfort of her porch. Sheâs got bleached blonde hair thatâs getting dark at the roots, and deep green irises that didnât do too well in the bright light; sheâs younger than she looks, but there is a fine quality to her, a beauty in her aging. Some artsy photographer would have probably liked her.
That singsong voice is clear as a bell as she calls to me.
âIâm waiting on Daddy,â she says, âHeâs always got me waiting.â
Strangely enough, that is exactly how my last memory of her goes too, except this time rather than leaving to make lunch in the kitchen, she went to her room, took her .38 from the nightstand, and painted the ceiling with her brains. It wasnât quite as picturesque, but even then I felt there was a kind of poetry to it.
I only wish sheâd waited until I was gone. But there I was, still on that porch. Pretty sure the rocking chair hadnât even stopped moving.Â
I had just turned sixteen.

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Rough Riding Aesthetics: Vixen Tirado
âThe Leather on my back, and my bike under me is all I need to be set free from the demons that live within the darkest depths of my soul. And Whiskey...Whiskey helps too.âÂ
A Little Wicked - Part 1
"Hey Prez", I called out when I saw Chibs entering the clothing store I worked in. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, the purple lenses catching the light. He gave me half smile as he walked my way and pulled his leather gloves off.
 "Hi, lass. Didn't see ye at Red Woody last night, everythin' okay?" I blinked. I didn't really think he notice, after all I was one crow eater among, well, a lot. Me calling him "prez" was pushing it too far already, I had exchanged only small talk with Chibs. That was it - not even bodily fluids, which was crow eater standard.Â
 "Yeah, great. It was my sisters birthday last night and she had a party." He nodded comprehensively and then his eyes looked at the clothes around us. "Was wondering if ye could help me with somethin'." He wiggled his brows slightly and I raised one in response.
 "Christmas is coming and I need ta get a gift for a lass. Should probably get gifts for ma brothers too." I nodded, wondering what 'lass' was that. "Didn't know you guys were celebrating Christmas at the M/C this year." I said, shooting him a look over my shoulder as I flipped through some women clothes on the rack.
"Followin' a good catholic conduct." He said, coming to stay close to me again, one had over his heart dramatically as he pulled an innocent face. I chuckled and he gave me a little laugh which quickly disappeared and his face grew very serious. "I thought it'd be a good idea. Jackie's gone. The club needs somethin' to bring us all togetha."Â
OC Moodboard: Claire Morrow
"What can you threaten to take from me? Nothing was ever mine to begin with."