I was a happy child when I was little. Even if I was lonely. I always felt like parts of me were missing though, and I never understood that. For my eighth year I was more than happy living life. I had a friend that I will never forget. I learned what a normal life was like, before I was thrown back into hell. My father had found me and took me back to Eureka. It was totally different then and I felt vulnerable and scared all of the time. Always in pain mentally, and physically. Escaping from that and being thrown into the system I don't know how to live life. Finding out my birth mother and siblings from the womb were still alive too was overwhelming. I just want and need someone to love me like the woman who stole me from the hospital. I hate being all alone in this world. They had one another, and I had nobody. I'm still in shock about that, and don't know how to feel about it yet. I am happy to be free sorta now, and want to let lose and just learn who I really am.

I was born in Charming California seventeen years ago. My father was a Son of Anarchy, and he told me that my mother and twin died in childbirth. That I was the only one to survive. He took me far away or when I was younger it seemed far away. Anyway he took me to a far away place and left me there. I was raised by another Son of Anarchy and his old lady from the Eureka Charter. They took good care of me, and I called her mom. Dad visited me every so often, and he got mad when he heard me call my adoptive father dad so I quit doing that.

When he had visited he’d argue with my adoptive father, but never so I could hear. I was little when my adoptive father died. My adoptive mother cried for days. When he had been alive I’d never been allowed to go to the clubhouse with him, and I was homeschooled. When I would go outside I’d play alone. Never having any friends. It’s as if I was hidden from the world, and I never understood it. After my adoptive father died when dad came to visit he and my adoptive mom spent a lot of time together. Kissing like her and my adoptive father did.

Dad was the president of the charter where he lived, but I never was told where that was. He called me his little princess, and spoiled me with gifts when he was there. Telling me I was a first nine’s daughter, and how lucky I was. He’d even give me rides on his bike when he visited. That was always the highlight of the visit. Something I had to look forward to. I would hate when he would leave, and I’d cry. Anxiously awaiting for his next visit. The days would drag on though, and I hated that! Though things didn’t go like normal when he was there, and mom would always be on edge.

I was eight when mom ran away with me in the night to Texas where she was from. We were happy there for a few months. I even had my first friend. A girl who lived next door to the house that mom got for us. The town was called Beaumont, and I loved that name. I wanted to live here forever. The girl's name was Tiffany, and we became the best of friends. Playing together every day. I was even finally allowed to go to school. Living this new life I didn’t even miss my dad. Mom had said he wasn’t a good man so she’d gotten us away.

We were happy there for a year. Mom had a new boyfriend, and he was good to us. Even rode a motorcycle so that was an added bonus. Oh by the way my name is Rebel Linn Garrett. I don’t know what my dad’s name was. I was never told. I only knew him as Daddy. After a while I forgot all about my real daddy as I was living a normal life. Tiffany and I were inseparable while at school, and after always playing together. She had a playhouse and jungle gym in her backyard. Come to find out her mom and mine had been best friends growing up here in Beaumont. We were living in the house mom grew up in. Tiffany and I played on the same stuff that our mothers had.

When I came home from school one day there was a familiar bike parked in front of the house. I froze in horror seeing it. Mom said if I saw daddy I was to run and hide, but before I could he walked out of the house. I remember whispering to Tiffany to run and tell her mom to call the police. She ran then, and I was about to run back the way we had come when he grabbed me telling me I had been a bad girl. He dragged me kicking and screaming into the house, and to mom’s bedroom. She was lying on the floor in a puddle of blood. Her eyes wide open, and she didn’t look like she was breathing. Dad told me that would be me if I ran again. That I belonged to him.

He threw me over his shoulder, and stormed out of the house with me screaming. He put me on his bike, and got on behind me and was out of there like a bat out of hell. He took me back to California and he kept telling me I was worthless like my siblings. I had no idea what he was talking about. Every time I would try to run away I’d get beaten for it. I was tired of crying too, and to think that Tiffany and I had been so excited for my birthday on October 27th that was only a week away. I’d be nine years old. Then we were going to go trick or treating on Halloween.

My daddy had turned into a monster that I didn’t like. My mom was dead, and I had nobody else. I was scared. He took me back to Eureka, and gave me to somebody else then. This time the guy had a kutte that said Mayans on it. He and his old lady weren’t very nice. I was back in prison. It felt like after the freedom of the last year. In the next few years dad was only there every once in a while. Thinking about that year of freedom is what kept me going. One day I wanted to go back to Texas to see Tiffany again.

His visits stopped all together when I turned fourteen. For three years I went through hell in that house. If I tried running away it made things even worse. One day they left and never came back. I was seventeen, and I would be eighteen in a couple of months. When I realized that they weren’t coming back I broke into the locked office, and found documents telling me who I really was. My last name wasn’t Garrett. It was Morrow, and I was actually a triplet. I had a brother and a sister I shared the womb with. My real mother hadn’t died.

There was a picture of the woman who raised me. She’d been a nurse at the hospital where I was born. The other girl was born with a heart defect that our real mother had. The boy and I were born fine. He came first, then her. My real mother had passed out then, and the doctor didn’t realize she was having triplets. He had rushed off with the girl, and the boy was taken by the nurses to clean up. Mom was left in there with my real mother to monitor her. So she was shocked when I came into this world. She took me, and went down the hallway to where my father was telling him what was going on. Since they’d been having an affair anyhow, he told her to take me and go to Eureka. That no one was to know about me.

Looking more through the file I knew I had to find a way to Charming. To find out about my family. I didn’t get very far though when the authorities picked me up and I was sent into the system. When I showed them the file they told me that my siblings that I was born with were already in the system. My father Clay Morrow was dead, and my mother, Gemma Morrow’s, whereabouts were unknown. I found out I was going to a little town called Washington, and I’d be placed with a Python and Elaine Moretti till I turned eighteen. Now I just have to wait for somebody named Abigail Hudson to pick me up and take me there after she’s done with some kind of business she’s here in LA for where I was brought.