The life of a SAMCRO girl.

Yes im a part of the motor cycle club Sons of Anarchy, well atleast kind of a part of Sons of Anarchy my uncle is Alex Tig Trager and my boy friend is  Juan Carlos 'Juice' Ortiz. Ive been dating Juice since he was left in front of the police station with a sigh that said Slightly Retarted child Please Adopt stapled to his chest.But at that time no one knew and when uncle Tig found out he was extremly angry.

     I moved in with my uncle when my parents were killed in a car accident with the 9ers the car flipped and then the driver of the 9ers truck shot them both in the head and after that my uncle took me in. I was 5 when that happened uncle tigs been like my dad since then. ive always felt protected with the club i went to school on a bike and got picked up on a bike. By the time i was 10 i could take a part a bike motor clean it and put it back together. I could never go on a date with out one of the guys following us at a 'safe' distance or atleast what they thought was a safe distance but i knew enough about the club to know that they were there. i knew it was for the best and they were just watching out for me and making sure i wouldnt get caught.

Ive been through a lot in my life with the club and such.

I remember one night all to well i was 11. i was at the club because there was a meeting and one of the new prospects was there he was cleaning up the bar. He kept looking at me with these creepy eyes. By now it was eleven oclock so i went to the back room and went to sleep after about  10 minutes of me being in there the door opened.

" is it time to go home?' i asked

" no. Be quit dont make a sound" aquite voice said as the door shut.

It was the prospect he was now on top of me with his hand over my mouth he was taking my pants off, then he did it and when he did he made the mistake of taking his hand off of my mouth.

"HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed as loud as i possibly could. He hit me in the throat but it was to late by now everyone was running down the hall way . But he had already done the unthinkable, Uncle Tig burst down the door and turned on the light. He pulled the prospect off of me and i started to cry. Uncle Tig beat the living crap out of him and then let the rest of the guys take him on. i curled up in the blankets and Tig sat down on the bed afraid to touch me because he didnt want to frighten me.

" Honey are you okay?" He asked

" Will you please get Gemma?" i said crying

" Of course baby" he replied

Tig called Gemma and she came over as fast as possible. Gemma drive me to the hospital and the doctors made sure i wasa okay. I was in so much pain. The doctors gave me pain meds and Tara came to see me. I stayed in the hospital for the night then i got to go home i layed in bed for the whole day.

The club took care of  th eprospect and lets just say this time the Police turned a blinid eye on this killing.

" Hey Jessie, How are you feeling?" Uncle Tig asked.

" I still dont feel well but im getting better i still dont think i can walk though," i replied

TIg had gemma come stay with me when he had church sometimes or the club would come to tigs house because they understood that i couldnt ride the bike to the club.