Venomous (Jax Teller)

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Julia Madden always wondered what she would be like when she was older. As a child she had dreamed of getting away from it all. She had dreamed of leaving Charming and forgetting about everything that had ever happened there. She thought she'd have a better shot at happiness that way. She wasn't naive enough to believe in fairytales but had always been delusional enough to want it anyway. But now, at the age of 29, the only thing she saw staring back at her in the mirror was a deep pit of anger and hatred. Her blood was constantly boiling beneath her skin, like a bomb waiting to go off. She was everything she never wanted to be, everything her mother never wanted her to be, but she was safe now. She was alive. She wished that was all that mattered.

Julia tied up her blonde hair, throwing a flannel that most definitely didn't belong to her over her tank top before she stepped out the door of her room. She saw her uncle sitting at the kitchen table with a lit cigarette in one hand and a tattered book in the other. She couldn't even see what was written on the front of it at this point. Juliet had lived with her uncle Vincent, though everyone called him Vince, since he had adopted her and her little brother Elijah--Eli-- when they were kids.

Her dad hadn't been a great man to their mom and the woman snapped and killed his ass. There was so much more to that story, but Juliet never wanted to talk or even think about it again. That horror was behind her now. 16 years behind her.

Juliet didn't know why she hadn't brought herself to leave her uncle's place like her brother had to be out on her own, but she was content where she was at the moment. Besides, Eli was a cop now, it wouldn't be good for anyone to know he was living with his biker gang uncle and his hot tempered sister. Not that he didn't have their backs when it came to SAMCRO's dealings. He did what he could to keep at least Julia's head above water. Just like she had his back in her own ways.

"Hey old man, you gonna sit there all fucking morning or are we gonna get this shit show started?" Julia knocked on the table in front of Vince to catch his attention.

Vince didn't bother to look up from his book as he took another drag of his cigarette, "Was just waiting for your princess ass to get ready, Jules."

"Well the princess is ready so let's go," Julia grabbed the keys to her bike off the counter, tossing Vince his own set.

Just that morning they had gotten news of one of their warehouses going up in flames. The cops had been sniffing all over it, but Eli and the police chief, Wayne Unser, had kept their noses out of the real business of it. Julia wished she could say SAMCRO was just some innocent bike enthusiast club, but the reality was that they were a bunch of criminals. They ran guns, amongst other things. Julia may have enjoyed picking a fight or two, but that didn't mean she had wanted to become a criminal.

It wasn't as if Julia was allowed to even sit at the table. Hell, they barely allowed her in the room and she sure as hell couldn't take a vote. She was a girl. And though everyone there loved her to death, they still had their heads up their asses about it. Not that she ever listened anyway. She was just as stubborn as they were, if not more.

Julia straddled her bike, only waiting a minute more for Vince to join her on his bike before she started up and tore off down the road towards the club. This was the closest to real freedom she ever got. The wind rushing past her face, the control of the bike, the passing sights. She could've gotten lost in the ride and never come back if she wanted to. But she had priorities and reality always hit her a little too hard when the ride was done.

Julia had to pause for a second when they got to the club. Her mind had slipped so far from the world, it felt like a total wave had hit her when she arrived and saw the bikes and smelled the smoke and the alcohol and the leather.