Anarchy's Girls

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Hi. My name is Lorelai Leigh Telford, but everyone calls me Rory. Or, at least, most people call me Rory. There are some people who have taken it upon themselves to call me everything from 'Angel' to 'Bitch'. I prefer 'Siren', myself. After all, that's what my name means.

I'm the bastard daughter of two sixteen-year-olds from Hartford, Connecticut. My father, Christopher Hayden, was all prepared to marry my mother and raise me properly, but my mother refused. She waited three months, before clearing out her bank account, selling her car, taking me, and running from her parents and the life they represented. She ended up broken down in Charming, California. Mom got a job as a waitress in a restaurant, and another job as a maid at a hotel in town, where the owner would babysit me when Mom was working.

When I was around eight, and mom was twenty-four, she met Filip 'Chibs' Telford. By this time, we'd been exposed to the Sons of Anarchy for a good long while. I was best friends with Jax Teller and Opie Winston, who were the sons of Piney Winston and John Teller. Whenever mom was working one of the two jobs she had to work to make ends meet, I was usually with Gemma Teller or Mary Winston, and once or twice I ended up with Luann Delaney, but only in extreme times. I also spent a lot of time with Tara Knowles, and her parents. Tara and I are the same age, and in the same class at school, so we quickly banded together. I was the one to introduce Tara to Jax, actually, but that's a different story.

Where was I? Oh, right. Anyway, Mom was close to the club. Not in the sense that she was doing any of the members, or involved in club stuff, or really even knew what was going on, but she'd worked as a bartender at the bar owned by the Club, so she knew all the members. When Mom met Chibs, it was all over for her. At the time, Chibs was fresh off the truck into America, dumped off in Charming, and a Prospect for the Club. Mom fell hard for his Scottish accent, and it was all over from there. Chibs became a full member, and Mom took the Crow. And then she and Chibs married, and Chibs adopted me as his daughter.

What about my dad? Well, Christopher Hayden wasn't really in my life. I knew of him, but didn't really call him 'Dad'. Actually, Clay Morrow and John Teller were more of a father to me than Chris Hayden, but Mom would always tell me to be nice. Chris Hayden never remembered birthdays, and I received maybe three cards from him, and all wrong. I saw him at Christmas, when Mom and I would make the annual trip to Hartford and visit her parents, and it was always stiff and awkward. Finally, he gave up trying the year Mom pulled him off to the side and told him she was getting married, and that her new husband was going to adopt me. I've seen him maybe twice since then, but he tries to make an effort to call me, and he still sends me birthday wishes.

Well, time passed. When Jax was twelve, he lost his little brother Tommy, who died of the family heart defect. Jax was terrified, because when Tommy was born, it almost caused Gemma to die. I was ten at this point, and I was terrified for him, because Gemma was like a second mother to me as well. After that, Uncle John was never really the same. Before, he'd been the badass Uncle John, he smoked, he drank, he and Uncle Clay, along with Uncle Piney, always had this air of danger around them. Everyone respected them, and everyone not protected by them were terrified of them.

But after Tommy's death, John was...different. He started smiling more. Doing less club stuff. He started spending more time with Jax, which in turn meant Jax was spending less time with Tara, Opie, and I. Uncle John and Aunt Gemma started fighting a lot, and while they were always fighting, usually they'd start kissing and making out shortly after. But not anymore.

Three years after Tommy's death, Uncle John was riding his motorcycle, and was hit by a semi. He drug himself from the wreck, drug himself for two miles, before the ambulance finally caught up with him. And once he made it to the hospital, he lived for two days before finally dying from his injuries. Jax...something changed in Jax. He was fifteen. He and Opie had been talking a big game about Prospecting for the club as soon as they were old enough, but after John died, Jax went around like it was his personal lot in life, and Opie, having Jax's back, went along with him. They then became the youngest Prospects ever in the history of the Sons of Anarchy, at the ripe old age of sixteen. I swear, Gemma and Mary nearly killed them. That was the catalyst for Mary Winston leaving. She just packed her bags and left. Didn't even leave a note.

The next year, Tara and Jax hooked up. Tara's parents didn't want her anywhere near Jax or his motorcycle, but hell, them telling Tara she couldn't just made them work harder at being able to fuck around without being caught. Opie and I started dating not long after. Then, about three months ago, the day that I turned seventeen, Opie and Jax took Tara and I to the tattoo shop to get the Crow, the same day they got the Reaper.

Jax and Opie are nineteen, two years older. They've been in the club for three years. Because they were sixteen when they joined, they were forced to be Prospects until they were of legal age, meaning two years. When they turned eighteen, Clay and Piney brought them in for a vote, and while Clay and Piney were willing, some of the other members weren't convinced. Namely, Kyle Hobart, who hated the fact that they were willing to bend the rules just for the Original Nine's kids, and Tig, who wasn't convinced that they were old enough and mature enough just yet to be a member of the Sons. A year later, and here they were.

Chibs had convinced Lorelai to let me get the Crow, along the which I really don't want to know how. Mom was reluctant, but she couldn't disagree that I deserved to have the Crow. She didn't care about the tattoo, hell, the day I turned sixteen she and I got matching ones on our hearts, but it was more what the Crow represents. But she agreed after Chibs 'persuaded' her, and then kept on 'persuading' her long into the night. Thankfully, I was with Opie at the same time, otherwise I'd be driven insane with the thought of my dad and mom screwing in the next room. I just feel bad for my little brother, six years old and having to listen to that all night.

And so, that is how Tara and I got the Crow. We'd grown up seeing the Crow on the women we care about. Mom has the Crow and the rod of Asclepius, so symbolize the fact that she is the Old Lady of the Club Medic, Chibs. Gemma's tattoo is the Crow and the Reaper, meaning that she's the Old Lady of the original Son, John Teller. When she married Clay, she took the Crow again, this time on the inside of her left wrist, of the Crow and the symbol of chaos, symbolizing that she is the Old Lady of Clay Morrow.

Mom's tattoo is on the back of her neck, only visible when she has her hair up. Gemma's first tattoo is on her heart, right next to the scar from her open heart surgery after Tommy's birth. Tara decided to get her tattoo on the small of her back, despite my teasing that she was getting a tramp stamp. She got the Crow, and Jax promised that if he made VP like Clay told him he would, he'd take her here to get the Scythe added on.

I got the Crow on my side. My whole side. One wing starts on the underside of my left breast, and spans down to my hip bone, with the head of the Crow facing my navel, and the claws wrapping around to the back of my ribs. It hurt like a bitch, too, because I have almost no fat on my body and he was basically tattooing skin and bone. By the time he was done, tears were rolling down my face and Tara was staring at me in disbelief that I would do something that stupid, but I didn't care. Because I was now Opie Winston's Old Lady, come hell or high water.

Two weeks after I got the Crow, Mom found out that Grampa had a heart attack. So, she and Chibs started talking about moving us out to Connecticut to be closer in case something happened. Then, a month after that, just when our house went on the market and we started packing, Opie and Jax were on a run with Kyle Hobart, and it went south. Kyle set up Jax and Opie, took off when the cops arrived. Jax got off, because he was just a lookout, but Opie, well, Opie was convicted. He was in the wrong place, in the wrong time, and took the fall for Kyle. Kyle was ex-communicated, and Opie left to join Big Otto in Chino for five years.

Which brings us to present day. Chibs has been reduced to being a Nomad for a while, basing with the Hartford Charter, getting a job at the garage in the town we decided on, and Mom's opening a bar in Stars Hollow, the town we're moving to. She'd discovered that she really liked bartending, although she's got a keen eye for fake ID's and refuses to serve anybody under twenty-one, although she also realizes that we just get our alcohol from other places.

Namely, Chibs, Tig, Happy, and Luann.

I remember the day that Mom found out that Chibs had been sneaking Jax, Tara, Opie and I liquor since we turned fourteen. God, that was a loud night. Mom gave him the silent treatment all day, and then the two went at it like bunnies all night and the next day. I took my little brother and spent the night at Tara's to get away from them.

So here we are. I'm seventeen. A senior in high school. Smartest kid in my grade back in Charming. Mom's sending me to her former Alma mater, Chilton Prep in Hartford, and Chibs is forcing us all to my grandparents house every Friday night for dinner, since the whole reason that we moved all the way across the bloody country was to get closer to my mother's family. Mom's thrilled with that one.

And, to top it off, we moved into a town that's smaller and more sheltered than Charming. There is no criminal activity to speak of. I don't understand how. When Chibs rode in, decked out in his cut (minus a few patches), and sitting on his Harley Davidson Dyna, people stared in shock, like they'd never seen a motorcycle before. Well, they'd better get used to it. And don't get me wrong, I love small towns, but I just don't get how they can be this sheltered.

Oh well. One more year, then I'll be gone, back to Charming.

But Opie will still be in jail.

Damn.

Oh well. Might as well make the best of being stuck in Hell.

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