Christina Knowles is the daughter Of Tara Knowles and Jackson Teller. Christina was pushed off onto a family friend. Jackson didn't know about Christina and Tara was making sure he never did. But Christina runs away with the money she saved up from...
I snuck out my window and grabbed my duffle bag and pushed my bike down the road. I got on and started it up. I than sped off to California.
Tara's pov
A teen age girl was rushed into my ER and she didn't look so good. That's when I saw her face. My daughter. I called my friends in Chicago.
"Why the hell is my daughter in Charming?" I hissed at Brittany and she huffed.
"Maybe because she wants to know her mother after 8 fucking years Tara. Put Chris on the phone!" She snapped and I sighed.
"She's in surgery. She was in an accident." I muttered looking in the surgery room.
"She's covered in Tattoos!" I growled and Brittany scoffed than hung up on me.
Christina's pov
I woke up in the hospital, and groaned in pain. I saw a woman on my room with a man in a biker vest.
"My bike? How bad is it?" I grunted startling them. They turned towards me and I was startled because there stood my birth parents.
"You defiantly look different after 8 years Knowles." I growled and she crosses her arms.
"Your bike is totalled. You could have been killed!" She snapped and I scoffed.
"Yeah like you fucking care. You dumped me on the first person that would take me, mother." I hissed pushing myself up wincing in pain.
"Mother? Tara what's going on?" Jackson asked and I scoffed.
"Of course she didn't tell you. She likes to keep secrets. It's what she's fucking good at." I grumbled and she glared at me.
"Darling, what are you talking about?" He asked softly.
"I'm 17 years old do the math." I snapped yanking the ivy out of my arm. I got out of the bed and shoved passed my mother grabbing my bag and went to the bathroom. I took a shower painfully. When I was done I got dressed.
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I slipped my boots on and walked out to only Jackson being in the room. He had his head in his hands.
"Is my bike really totalled?" I asked and he looked up.
"Yeah. But I can work on it. My ma is here, she wants to meet you. I told her everything. I understand if you don't trust me." He said and I shrugged.
"I don't trust a lot of people, dude." I huffed and tossed my bag on the bed. I pulled my leather jacket out of the bag that the hospital took off me. I shrugged it on.
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