Summary: Freya Teller's life was complicated. She is the daughter of JT and stepdaughter of Gemma, older sister to Jax and Thomas. Please read if you like and follow.When tragic strikes, Freya falls and she falls deep. Running seemed to be the only option for her at the time, only- that is mis-interpreted by many. Will she find her way home? Can the love of her life save her? And will the lies spun in her name be a mistake made by none other than the gatekeeper of all secrets.

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Prologue

The first time Freya can remember ever meeting her father was when she was three. He'd just come back from the Vietnam war and it was the best feeling ever. Or so she thought.

JT had informed her mother Everly that he wasn't gonna be sticking around on the decision that he had post traumatic stress disorder which was caused by his time serving for their country.

Everly understood and over the years Freya had too but she always felt that sense of sadness whenever it came to father daughter dances, or moments where she'd see her best friends with their fathers- or just random children altogether.

When Freya was five she and her mother Everly were told by the horse himself that JT had fathered a son and that he was married. It didn't affect Freya at all. She was delighted to hear that she would be a big sister but Everly hated that thought. Freya wasn't ever allowed to go and visit her father and therefore never got to meet her brother and in the coming years her second brother.

She seemed to lose count on the major events in her life for being a thirteen year old. She'd been mistreated by not only her stepfather and his two sons and daughter but also her mother. Someone who was supposed to be the light in her life. Freya knew deep down that her mother treated her like shit because her father had moved on. Had never come for them.

Whenever they got home after a principles/parents meeting, Freya would receive either a backhand to the face or at one point a broken nose that resulted in two black eyes and to top it off, Freya was forced to go to school sporting colourful bruises right where teachers could see.

That didn't result in anything good for Freya- in terms of not needing to be taken out of her mother's care and placed into child services. Everly had proven on more times than one that she was a fit mother who managed a stable income and what not- except for leaving out the fact that she had a drug addicted boyfriend that eventually had her losing her job to her own drug addiction.

Freya found it shocking the day she came home after school and found her mother dead from an overdose in their flooded bathroom. She cried until she had no tears left. Shock was something that she never really got over.

That was two weeks before her fourteenth birthday and all she got from her early birthday was sent to foster care.

Freya hadn't even known she was stuck in the system due to her thoughts being stuck in that awful time- it wasn't until she was beaten badly that she came to her senses. She'd spoken with one girl- Megan who quickly became her best friend more often than she had to anyone about her mother's death. She'd confessed all her deepest and darkest secrets including her family and where she was truly from.

The night Freya was badly beaten was when Megan knew she had to do something about it. And so she did.

Megan patched her up as best as she could, let her sleep it off then when Megan thought Freya was good enough to move around and stand alone she packed their shit and forced Freya out the door with two one way tickets out of San Diego.

It took both girls- whose names were in the system- three days to reach out for help. It only got to that point because Freya had lied when Megan asked her how bad her injuries resulting in a trip to Bakersfield general where Megan was forced to contact Freya's family and only knew about her family in the first place because she was a nosy teenager and stumbled across Freya's personal diary with some awful stories inside the diary.

"Hello?" A deep raspy voice gruffed out causing Megan to grip the phone tight. Can't back out now she thought but the words just wouldn't come out. "Who the hell is this?" He growled through the receiver.

"Uh- Mr Teller. My name is Megan. You don't know me but your daughter has a serious case of injuries and I think she really needs you" Megan confessed.

On the other end of the line he furrowed his brows listening intently. This was all shocking for him to hear. He hadn't heard of his daughter in years and part of him felt responsible for that.

"Megan? You still there?"

"Yes. I was beginning to wonder if you hung up on me first" she chuckled but it was lost at the end of her tongue.

"I'm still here sweetheart. Look, I don't know how you got my number but-"

"Please don't hang up sir. She really needs you. She's just lost her mom and she was put into foster care a few weeks ago. I barely managed to pull her from the house yesterday after she got into a horrible fight. She has no one please sir."

While JT listened intently, all he could seem to think was what the fuck as he gripped the phone. He met his wife's eyes as she stepped into the office and turned his back on her.

"Where are you guys?"

"In Bakersfield general. She's being held overnight and I'm scared because I can't go in and see her. They won't even tell me her condition and I've tried telling them that I'm her sister which was a total lie considering I'm a darker color than her and what not."

"Megan you need to calm down" JT rasped as he shuffled some. "I'll be there in a few hours. Be ready to come home with me too."

Shocked at that Megan nodded hesitantly until she remembered he couldn't see her. "Okay. I will. Please hurry. It's getting late and visiting hours are almost over so they won't hesitate to kick me out."

Shit JT thought before thinking of something fast. "Shit darlin, give me a brief description of what you look like and I'll have someone be there within a half hour. You okay with that?"

"Yes" she continued with explaining her description in one long sentence.

"Okay sweetheart. A man on a motorcycle will be there for you. Don't be intimidated, he's there to help you and he sports the kutte of a reaper. Sons of Anarchy to be precise."

"I don't-" Megan hesitated until she realized she had no choice. She didn't want to end up alone on the street and god knows how long she'd be homeless for. She was never one to think in the near future. She always lived in the moment and took everything day by day. "I guess I honestly don't have a choice now."

"No you don't Megan. I'll see you in a while."

"Okay. Please hurry" and with that JT hung up only to see his wife's worried look.

"Who was that baby?"

"A girl called Megan. Couldn't of been fifteen." JT inhaled sharply before placing another call.

Once he had his plans in order he informed Gemma about what was happening and Gemma was furious in the least.

One thing that was clear between husband and wife was that there were absolutely no secrets. Full disclosure on both parts so Gemma knew of JT's previous relationship that didn't end too well and that the only good thing that came from it was his little girl that knew nothing of their family.

Gemma was on JT's tail heading straight for Bakersfield with the club right along with them.

Megan heard the roar of a Harley before it even came into view. She inhaled deeply as the biker dismounted, placed his helmet on his handlebars and looked the hospital over before he spotted her sitting perched on a picnic table with her hands under her legs.

"Megan?" He asked once he was within safe distance from the girl.

"That's me. What's your name?"

"Smart girl" he smirked and sat down beside her. "Quinn. Rane Quinn. How's about we go and get something to eat? I'm starved and you look freezing"Quinn rasped as he pulled his kutte off and pulled his hoodie over his head. "Here, it'll keep you warm." Megan took his hoodie without questioning and slid it on before standing.

"I appreciate your kindness and believe you wouldn't hurt me from the words of my best friends estranged father but I still only just met you and I don't take too kindly to your generosity and I don't want to leave Freya here alone even though I can't see her.

Quinn raised a brow, obviously he'd struck a nerve with the teenager and smirked when she stood causing his hoodie to drop down to her knees.

"We can't go inside until the morning kid. Family only. And I was ordered to make sure you were warm, safe and not alone. We could either do this the easy way or the hard way kid. Your choice."

Megan held her ground for a decent minute before Quinn picked her up, threw her over his shoulder fireman style and carried her to his bike before strapping his helmet on her and forcing her to sit in front of him.

After feeding Megan with much effort, Quinn had her inside a motel room just as JT and the club were pulling into the hospital.

"Sorry sir but visiting hours are over. Your going to have to-"

"I'm here to see my daughter. Freya Teller or otherwise known as Freya Jones" JT said cutting in.

The nurse made fast work searching the name before she inhaled deeply. "Follow me sir and I'll update you on her progress but only you. I apologize."

Gemma glared this woman down but the nurse payed no attention as she held the door open for JT who wore an apologetic face to her.

"Okay she's suffered internal bleeding so we had to relieve some of the pressure. It's all the basic symptoms of being badly beaten in a fist fight or something which has resulted in a few broken ribs and a broken arm along with a sprained ankle and a broken nose which has resulted in a black eye."

"Jesus christ" JT stuttered out.

"She also has developed hypothermia from the shit storm she has endured and her blood levels and nutritional levels are really low." They stopped outside a room that JT presumed was his daughter's and inhaled deeply before the nurse stopped him in his tracks. "Without your permission sir, we can't give her the transfusion."

"I'll sign anything and everything to make sure my baby girl is nursed back to health again." Without second thoughts, JT pushed his way into his daughter's hospital room and just stood frozen at her side for the longest of moments.

"Jesus fucking Christ. What the hell happened" he questioned to himself as he gently touched his daughter's face for the first time in thirteen years. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you baby girl" JT sobbed out.

For JT, this was such foreign feelings for him. He'd wanted so bad to get to know his daughter but the bitch of a mother wouldn't allow it. He fought Everly through the toughest of court sessions to try and gain some sort of joint custody of their daughter but Everly obviously won out and therefore this was the result of him being absent for the better half of his daughter's life.

"Daddy?" Freya croaked out. Her throat was dry and she was shivering even though the temperature of the room was well above room temp and she had a few layers of sheets over her.

"Baby girl" JT groaned with sleep in his voice. He hadn't even known he'd fallen asleep from sobbing at his daughter's bedside until he was wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Just relax, I'll go get a nurse."

"This has to be a dream" Freya managed to say as she tried sucking on her tongue to try and gain some sort of saliva in her mouth. "I'm dreaming this right now."

"No, your not baby girl. Just relax. I'll be back." JT was back in the room as fast as he was out and had a nurse hot on his heel.

Once she'd been checked over by the on call doctor who eventually made his way into her room, Freya barely had enough strength to keep her eyes open.

"Please don't leave me daddy" Freya rasped before sleep soon overtook her.

"Never again baby. Never again" JT vowed as he soothed her back to sleep.

An hour passed before JT noticed the sun was rising and it was then that he realized he needed to speak with the little girl who'd reached out to him last night.

"I won't be long baby girl" he whispered before stepping outside to place the call to Quinn.

"We better get going kid" Quinn gravelly rasped.

"I'd really appreciate it if you stop calling me kid. I'm smarter than most Quinn" Megan stated with an eye roll as she reached for his offered helmet.

When they arrived at the hospital Megan instantly spotted JT from a small distant and smiled hesitantly as he approached Quinn first whispering a thank you before he smiled down at Megan.

"John." It was meant to come out confidently but Megan was sure it was a question than anything else.

"Megan, thank you for calling me. I hope my wife wasn't a hassle last night" JT stated as he escorted her towards the corner of the waiting room.

"I have yet to meet your wife but I'm sure it will be a ray of sunshine when I do" Megan stated sarcastically causing JT to smirk as they both sat down.

"I like you already darlin. Now tell me how you and my daughter ended up here?"

And so Megan did. Without interruptions, Megan began on a much needed breath. "Fresh meat in foster homes isn't anything uncommon. I was one of them and you could imagine what the older girls did to the new ones. It was the constant tripping up while we walked past them, pulling hair or setting up the new ones. I was Freya's room buddy so I knew what she was going through. I would always try and talk to her, make her see the light at the end of the tunnel and all that but all she saw was darkness. She'd woken up screaming countless times to the point that she actually avoided sleeping altogether. It wasn't until a week had passed that she began to open up to me. Somehow I think she knew I just wanted to help her and she let me. When she was beaten badly, that's when I knew I had to step up. There was no running back to that shit hole so I tried to at least get us as close to you as possible."

"She spoke of me?" JT asked in shock to which Megan nodded.

"She tried convincing me that you would be there to take her pain away when I think she knew she was more likely trying to convince herself."

JT inhaled deeply as he leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees.

"She's coming home with me. How is it that you even ended up in the system. Your a well spoken girl."

Megan smiled politely and gave JT a brief rundown of how her parents died in a car accident and that her grandparent's had disowned their kids when they took note of the forbidden love between man and woman. Obviously they were culture sensitive and still stuck in the old days to accept their children's happiness for what it was. It was all such a sad story and JT had decided to take pity on this girl. After all she might've just done the very thing he'd been dying to do since the moment he left Freya in what he assumed at the time was the right arms.

"Your gonna come home with us too. I haven't consulted my wife yet but I'll make it happen. You just make sure you stay with Quinn for now until I say otherwise, you hear me?"

"Please don't make promises you can't keep" Megan stated with tears in her eyes.

"Honey, I am a man of my word. Just leave everything to me. How's about we go see Freya now? She woke up before I called Quinn and she'll be pleased to see you."

Megan jumped to that before JT could even blink and he smirked.

Freya was quiet for the better half of the morning and tried avoiding all eye contact with her father as much as possible.

"Can I have a minute with Megan for a minute please?"

Freya honestly didn't know what to say. She thought she'd dreamed this all up but apparently not. Her birth father who she always curiously wondered about was still sitting in her hospital room.

"Of course sweetheart, I'll be right outside if you need me" JT couldn't hide the hurt in his voice knowing she was slightly uncomfortable with him around. "I won't be too far."

Freya nodded as she and Megan watched him leave before Freya glared daggers at her friend.

"How the hell did he know where we were?"

"I didn't know what else to do Freya. You collapsed in the rain and we were starting to run low on money. I thought that if I booked us the next tickets out of Bakersfield to Charming that you could finally get to know your dad and your family waiting to hear about your condition."

"You had no right" Freya stated softly, although Megan could tell that she was partially grateful for it, she sat beside Freya's legs.

"I know but your already looking a lot perkier. Something I haven't seen from you before. You can't tell me I didn't do the right thing."

Six months after running away from their foster home Freya was glad to say she had a home from that one phone call Megan had made. She had finally met her brother Jax who she knew about and her baby brother Thomas who she didn't and was surprised when she actually met them face to face that they'd known about her and loved her as if they hadn't just met.

In that time frame John had discussed with Gemma about their current situation. Freya and Megan still belonged to the system so they had to gain full custody of both girls which had been approved over time and eventually that led to adopting Megan for their own benefit to which the young girl gladly accepted. Freya had asked if Gemma could also adopt her so she could swipe her mother's existence from anything on a hard copied paper but knew the hard memories would forever be ingrained in her brain.

A few weeks after Freya's big sixteenth birthday was a truly devastating time for the Tellers.

The family along with their extended one mourned the loss of a son, a brother and a nephew. The softly spoken and well mannered boy of Gemma and John Teller.

Freya, Megan and Jax were silent throughout the whole event, allowing people to offer their condolences as they paid their respects.

AN. I'm sorry for ending the chapter there if any of you enjoyed the prologue but I couldn't honestly continue from. I know it's brief and to the point but I hope I covered enough details for you all to get a grasp on Freya's life.