This is about the daughter of the Sons of Anarchy. How does she handle "the life"? She deals with her own life, meanwhile her mother pushes her to hold the title she currently holds. Read to find out about the one and only Rosalie Morrow.
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Rose examined her scar in the mirror, as it showed with her v neck shirt. It was this time she embraced v-neck tees more than ever.
Rose's car was fixed, and it was a boring Saturday. Not only was she off of probation from drill team, she's on it for her heart now.
She was dreading prom. Not only because her mom was keeping eyes on her. Along with the scar she feared her whole life.
She thought some more, thinking about Esai. He was supposed to go with her. She wanted a life with him, work a life in peace between the Mayans and Sons. She regretted how rocky things were before he was killed.
Rose tossed her purse over her shoulder as she walked towards her car. Gemma let her sleep in that day, so Rose was home alone.
Rose was originally going to go to the T.M., but she needed closure about Esai. She didn't want to go alone, she needed protection if she was heading towards Oakland.
Rose decided to go to T.M. anyways, maybe convince one of the prospects to go with her. Chibs was the only one who was an if, so if the prospects refused, he was her last resort. Maybe even Jax.
She pulled into the T.M., and parked before getting out quickly.
"Hey Rosie!" Tig yelled as Rose shook her head and smirked.
"Hey," She smiled weakly as she walked towards him. "Got a nickname for the newbie yet?"
"Yeah," Tig said softly before yelling, "Preppy boy!" All the guys caught on quickly as the new prospect shook his head and laughed.
"Why 'Preppy Boy'?" Rose cringed at the name.
"When Juice looked up his record, the lad had straight A's, went to a private school, and was amazing in sports. Preppy Boy." Chibs shrugged as he walked towards them.
"You guys are so weird," Rose chuckled as she headed towards Half-Sack.
"Hey Rosie, how you feeling?" Kip panted as he worked on the car in front of them.
"Better. Hey, I uh, need another favor." Rose pursed her lips.
"Mhm?" He mumbled as he rolled under the car.
"I need you to take me to Oakland—"
"Mayan Territory? Sorry Rosie, no-can-do." Kip frowned. Rose sighed before walking towards the newbie. She stopped in her tracks, realizing he could get in trouble. Why did she care so much? She didn't know either.
"Chibs?" Rose walked towards him.
"Hm?" He hummed as he used a rag to wipe off the oil off of his hands.
"I need you to take me to Oakland," Rose stated.
"For what?" Chibs cringed.
"It wont take long. I just don't wanna go alone, you know?" Rose begged.
