With the Wind

Serenity.

          A soft sigh spilled from the woman's lips, her emerald eyes glued to the road in front of her. Though the radio was blasting from the speakers that surrounded her, her thoughts seemed to scream louder making it hard to concentrate on anything. She glanced in her rear view mirror glancing at her daughter who was asleep in the backseat, a frown taking over her soft features. Road signs pointed that she was almost at her destination, to a town she had abandoned a few years ago which in her mind seemed like decades. A distant memory in her past that haunted her wherever she went. 

       As she reached the sign that read, "Welcome to Charming," her stomach dropped. The town did not live up to its name one bit. The raven haired woman pulled into the familiar driveway of the home she had once occupied, her throat tightening making swallowing a difficult task. She parked her car, taking the keys out of the ignition and sitting in silence for a few moments fighting with herself to get out of the car. Once she built up the courage to leave the safety of the driver's seat, she moved to the backseat hesitant to wake up her sleeping toddler. 

      "Come on baby, we're home," The woman spoke softly, unbuckling her daughter from her car seat and lifting her in her arms. This was home to her at one point, but speaking those words aloud made the woman shutter, a sickening feeling taking over her whole body. Why would she come back to a place she hated? That she ran away from? Not even she knew. 

    Charming was a small town with nothing to do other than to get married and have children or run into the arms of a local outlaw. Outsiders were not welcomed. You were either born into the life or became a causality. 

    Shaking the thoughts the plagued her mind she was set on pursuing what she came into this town to do. But, the growling of her stomach was a small set back. Realizing she hadn't had a real meal in the duration of her travel and her legs sore from the constant driving she had decided to take her daughter and herself to a local diner.

 The fresh air was a slap in the face, clutching her daughter's hand tightly in her own as she walked down the street taking in the scenery of the familiar town. A small sigh escaped her lips, the sound of motorcycles rumbling from the distance. She had once loved that sound but now it caused a sickening feeling in her stomach.

     Trying to hurry herself proved to be a difficult task with a toddler clutching on her hand and luck was never on her side. The motorcycles grew increasingly close before stopping a few feet in front of her, right next to where she would be hoping to enjoy a meal. Though, that now seemed out of the question. Her body froze as she saw the men get off their bikes, flashing their vests embroidered with the words she had dreaded to see, "Son of Anarchy." Her plump bottom lip quivered as the familiar figure turned to her, the same man she had remembered from years ago. His shoulder length blonde hair falling perfectly as he gained balance, turning to face her. He, too, stopped in his tracks. His deep blue eyes meeting her own, though, his weren't welcoming and hers were wide as saucers.

The man she knew was Jax Teller. A history she tried desperately to push from her mind, but it was impossible. His gaze shifted to the little girl clutching the woman's red polished hand, his eyes now as wide as hers. The woman picked up the little girl and turned her back on the man trying her best to walk away, like she had done years before. 

"Ava! Ava! Don't fucking walk away!" She heard the man yell from behind her, hearing the heaviness of his boots on the pavement. Stopping in her tracks and letting out a large sigh. He was right. She couldn't walk away, not when she drove fourteen hours to see him. She turned to face him, jumping slightly as he was now standing in front of her. Her dark black hair falling in front of her hypnotic green eyes. 

"I...I...," The woman couldn't even make out a sentence. Having fourteen hours of trying to think of what to say to him and now that she was in front of him -- she couldn't even speak to him. 

Again, his gaze dropped to the child bearing golden locks that matched his own. And the same attentive features that he possessed. She didn't even have to tell him, driving fourteen hours to tell him one sentence that would change his whole life, and she didn't even need to speak those words to him. He knew.

"Goddamn it, Ava" He muttered, throwing his hands on his head in pure disbelief. 

"You pack up your shit in the middle of the night not telling anyone where you went and you show up here with a kid in your arms..."He couldn't finish the rest of his sentence, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration.

"Her name is Eden," The woman spoke softly, the little girl clutching her mother.

This changed everything, would cause disruption throughout the entire town. Ava Bronx was back in town, doing what she did best; stirring shit up.