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My name is Rose Morrow. I was born to a druggie in 1985. For the first few years of my life my mom was too drugged out and gone all the time to even know if I was still alive. When I turned 6 my mom cleaned up her life to take care of me. She finally told me of my father, Clay Morrow. She tried to get back into contact with him for my sake and maybe some money to pay for my future. J.T. found out about me and Clay's past. When confronted Clay beat him and all was dropped till J.T. sent my mother a letter and money for me.

I don't know why I was such a threat to my father but he constantly threatened my mother to keep her quiet. Then we found out about J.T.'s death. The only other person who knew of my life and the threats I had to endure. My mom soon decided it wasn't safe for me to go anywhere close to the Sons till Clay was dead. When I was 18 my mother died from cancer caused by her past with drugs.

Finally the day came when I heard of Clay's passing. I decided it was time to know all I could about the Sons. Maybe even time to meet them. I started off with some digging on my dear old dad and his friend John Teller. I gathered information about the club, where they were located, and sadly the death of their president: Jax Teller.

Come to find out, Jax was John's son who Clay took in as his own when he married Jax's Mother Gemma. I dug through an old file I had that contained letters from John. One paper in particular talked about my mother and I. How a small portion of the club earning would be sent to us to ensure we were looked after and I could have a nice life. It would pay for what child support my father refused us when I was growing up.

I searched through Clay's old letters to my mother and saw his threatening words once again. How I meant nothing and stood in the way of his and Gemma's plans. If I came into the picture than their life would be destroyed. The money had no right to go to us. We had no ties to the club which meant we shouldn't receive any club earnings. He'd make sure we never saw a dime of that money J.T. promised us.

Funny part was that these letters were signed while J.T. and Gemma were still married. The more I read, the more I felt Clay or Gemma was to blame for his death. What a sick bastard my father must have been. Makes me wonder what they'd been up to. Had he planned to get rid of J.T. this whole time and if I was there, he'd have to take care of me instead of his goals? Why would Gemma want to leave her husband anyway? He seemed like a nice enough man.