If you haven't noticed, I deleted Dallas because I got a very strong urge to write something else. This one feels more right, so I'm posting this one instead. More A/N down the bottom.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH SONS OF ANARCHY. I ONLY OWN MY OC'S AND ANYTHING I COME UP WITH. This story is rated T but the odd occasional chapter will be rated M for either violence and/or adult themes. I will put a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it comes to it.
CHAPTER ONE: August 2001
I hesitantly knocked on the front door of my older brother, Harry 'Opie' Winston's home and nervously waited for someone to open the door. A part of me hoped it wouldn't be my brother, that his wife was the only one home. I held back the tears the best I could, not wanting to crack as soon as the door opened. I was about to knock again when the door swung open revealing Donna, my sister-in-law, holding a baby monitor.
"Dallas, what...?" She seemed to be at a lost for words as she looked at me standing on her front porch.
"Hi," My voice sounded strained as a large lump forged in my throat. I didn't think coming home to Charming, to my dad, brother and his small family would be as nerve-wracking as I was feeling right now. I wasn't on the best terms with everyone when I'd left to go to college. Opie and I talked occasionally, him being the only one who could see where I was coming from when I decided to go.
Tears started to well up and Donna's eyes softened as her shocked expression turned into one of concern. She ushered me inside and closed the door behind us. She led me to the kitchen and pulled out a chair for me to sit on before walking over to the cabinet. I took a seat as she pulled out a glass and filled it with water before placing it in front of me.
"What's going on, Sweetheart?" She finally asked as she sat across from me. "And don't tell me it's nothing because I know if it was you'd still be at that college and not here with tears in your eyes."
"I just wanted to come home." I told her. I could tell she didn't buy into what I'd just said as she raised an eyebrow at me.
"I don't believe you but whatever it is, when you're ready, you know I'm here to listen."
"Thanks Donna." I gave her a sad small smile.
It was one of the things I loved about her. Unlike my brother, who always pushed me to talk in the overprotective big brother way, she didn't push me. She gave me the time and space I needed. The only time she pushed was when I actually need it.
"It's no problem." She said returning the smile. "Have you got some place to stay?"
I shook my head. "Not yet. I doubt dad will let me stay. We haven't talked since I left. And Gemma's just as mad as he is."
"Is it going to be a permanent thing, you back in town?"
I nodded this time. "I'm not going back to L.A. Charming is home, always will be."
"You can stay here with me, Opie and Ellie for as long as you need to." She said giving me a kind smile. "I'm sure Opie would love to have his sister back and Ellie would like to get to know her Auntie Belle."
I laughed hearing my nickname. My full name was Annabelle Dallas Winston. I wasn't very fond of being called Annabelle from a young age. My dad, Piermont 'Piney' Winston, started calling me Dallas when I boldly told him I didn't want to be called Annabelle anymore.
From then I was called Dallas by almost everyone.
The nickname Belle came from Opie's best friend and my life long crush, Jackson 'Jax' Teller when I was five, he and Opie were seven. I didn't like that name either but it eventually grew on me. Jax was the only one that would get away with calling me Belle. Donna only called me Belle when she was playfully teasing me about something, mainly my crush on Jax.
I looked at Donna as she stood up and walked over to the refrigerator and cupboards, pulling some stuff out to make something to eat. "Do you want a sandwich or something else to eat?"
I shook my head cringing slightly as the smell of peanut butter hit my nostrils, making me feel nauseous. I loved the stuff but lately it was making me sick. Last time I smelled it, I ended up hugging the toilet, emptying the contents of my stomach.
Donna was looking at me with concerned eyes again. "Are you okay?"
"I've been feeling a little sick today, most likely nerves." I tried to reassure her but once again she looked at me like she didn't believe me. "Is it okay if I go lay down for a little while?"
"Of course, you know where the guest bedroom is."
"If you need anything just let me know."
"I will." I nodded and made my way to the guest bedroom, slinging my bag back onto my shoulder.
Once I was in the guest bedroom, I closed the door, dropping my duffle bag on the floor. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and placed it on the bedside table. I pulled back the bed covers, before slipping between the sheets. I didn't have much time to think about my current situation when I fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up feeling like I had been asleep for hours. I was happy the nightmares didn't seem to plague my dreams like they had the last six weeks. I grabbed my cell phone off the bedside table to check the time. I saw that I'd only been asleep for two hours.
I rolled out of bed and slipped my phone into my pocket as I walked out of the bedroom. As I neared the kitchen I could hear three voices talking about dinner plans.
Donna's voice was easy to pick out since she was the only female there. The two mens voices I knew very well. They belonged to my brother and his best friend.
I was about to walk around the corner when I heard my brother ask Donna a question. "Whose car is that out there?"
I stayed behind the corner wanting to hear Donna's reply.
"Our visitors." she replied, being vague.
"Where is our visitor?" Opie's voice rang through the room again.
"In our guest room, having a nap."
"Who is it?"
"Belle's here?" This time it was Jax who spoke up. I felt butterflies make their way into my stomach at the sound of him calling me by my nickname only he called me. He had a voice that could make me melt in an instant.
I peered around the corner to see Donna nod, answering Jax's question.
"When did she get here?" Opie spoke up again.
"Around two hours ago." Donna told him.
"Is she okay?" my brother asked, his voice filled with concern. I moved and stood in the doorway, which got Donna's attention but not Opie's and Jax's.
"Why don't you ask her yourself." She said nodding her head slightly towards where I was standing, now leaning against the door frame.
Both men turned to look at me. Opie was the first one on his feet, taking large strides towards me before pulling me into a hug.
You wouldn't think Opie and I were siblings. We looked nothing like each other. He took more after dad and I took after mom in the looks department. Opie stood at 6 ft 4 at the least. I was a little more than a foot shorter standing at 5 ft 3 and a half. His eyes are hazel while my eyes are blue. He's a brunette and I'm a natural golden blonde. We may not look like each other but our personalities are a little similar and we're close. Mom use to call us two peas in a pod.
Opie eventually let me go but stayed standing in front of me, concern flooding his features. "Are you okay? Did something happen at UCLA? Why are you here?"
I hadn't been home in two years and showing up out of the blue, I knew he would think something was wrong.
And something was wrong, I just didn't want to talk about it right now.
"Nothing happened, I just missed home." I lied. The look on all three faces told me they didn't believe me but weren't going to push the subject.
"Are you home for good?" he asked. I nodded.
"Does anyone else know your home?" Jax asked standing up and stood next to Opie. I shook my head no. He nodded slightly before turning his attention back to Opie. "I'm gonna go back to the clubhouse and let you guys catch up."
"Okay man." They did their hand shake thing before Jax turned back to me pulling me into a surprising hug.
"It's good to see you home, Darling." He said as we let each other go. I watched him walk out the door before joinging Opie at the table.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" Donna asked, looking at me concerned again. I was beginning to feel smothered by their concern.
"A glass of water would be great." I said giving her a small smile. I turned my attention back to Opie. "So how's the club?"
Opie was with a motorcycle club called the Sons of Anarchy. Our dad had been one of the first nine. He co-founded the Sons of Anarchy when they got home from the Vietnam war with his best friend, my godfather and Jax's dad, John Teller.
The club ran through Opie and Jax's veins. I use to hear them talking about the day they'd be able to become Sons. It was Jax's legacy to join and one day maybe even be the president, the king of SAMCRO. He already had the nickname Prince of SAMCRO. It would have been Opie's too if our dad was able to take over presidency of the club when Uncle John died, but he got too sick. Even now he couldn't do much. The old man carried an oxygen tank every where he went now.
By the time Opie and Jax were old enough to prospect, there was more than just the SAMCRO, Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original, charter. The Sons had expanded across different states.
"They're good." he smiled.
He went on for the next hour updating me on what the latest with the club was without telling me stuff he wasn't supposed to. I knew they did illegal things like gun smuggling, Jax had been arrested and served a little time for it two years ago. I wasn't an Old Lady but I knew the rules.
There were somethings I wasn't meant to know and there was definitely no asking questions.
A baby's cry interrupted our conversation. Donna, who had disappeared after handing me my glass of water, came into the room handing the crying baby to Opie while she made my niece her bottle. I smiled watching the way Opie was with his daughter. I knew he'd make a great father, I'd even told him that when he rang up panicked after Donna told him she was pregnant. Watching him with her, he was a natural.
"Miss Ellie this is your Auntie, Princess Belle, as Uncle Jax calls her." Opie joked as he held the eleven month old girl up so she was standing on her feet on his legs. "Princess Belle this is your niece Miss Ellie."
"Don't start that shit." I said throwing him a playful glare.
"That's right, I forgot Uncle Jax is the only one who gets to call Auntie Dallas, Princess Belle." he cooed at Ellie. I rolled my eyes at him and Ellie let out a playful squeal making me laugh.
"You're daddy's a silly meanie, isn't he?" I asked earning another squeal from the excited baby as she started bouncing on her Opie's knees. Opie playfully glared at me this time.
"Does Ellie want Auntie Dallas to feed her?" Donna asked coming over to us with Ellie's bottle.
Ellie mumbled her reply as she looked at me with her big hazel eyes she'd inherited from her dad. I smiled and stood up taking her from Opie and sat back down. I took the bottle from Donna when she handed it to me and gave it to Ellie, who held the bottle herself as she drank from it.
I looked down at the young child resting against my arm as she drank from her bottle. My first genuine smile in six weeks formed on my face. She looked more like her father than she did Donna. This kid was definitely a Winston, especially with how quick she finished her meal.
I started to think that in just over seven short months it will be my own baby that I'll be holding gently in my arms, looking down at him or her as she or he looked back up at me.
So I wasn't going to post this until I had a few chapters written but I was excited and want to get your thoughts on it. If you want to suggest anything or ask a question, send me a PM or leave it in a review. I will take all suggestions into consideration and if I can fit them into what I have planned I will try to include them.
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