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βYouβre going to be alright, if you stop thinking it over.β
Kinsley Marie Lowman was always known for being the troublemaker, all throughout her childhood. Having grown up in Tacoma with her brother Happy Lowman, it was no surprise that Kinsley learned a lot about how to teach someone a lesson.
As a teen, Kinsley often found herself in the office of her highschool principal. With her reputation, even if she didnβt commit the actionβ sheβd always end up as the number one suspect. Even if 99.8% of the time she wasnβt innocent; she just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. She had gotten into so many fights during her highschool career, that her principal suggested to Kinsleyβs mother that she be homeschooled. Permanently.
Her mother was shocked by this, as she had never expected her daughter to be the troubled one. When her mother couldnβt take care of her, she sent Kinsley to live with her brother Happy in the town of Charming, California.
So she did. Her attitude improved, but she was still dealing with the drug abuse.
And on the night of Kinsleyβs twenty-fifth birthday, her troubles really got out of control. The night of her twenty-fifth birthday, Kinsley was out at the clubhouse with Jax Teller, her brother Happy Lowman, Opie Winston, and a few others from Samcro.
She had been drinking a /lot/ of thingsβ some of which she had no idea what was inside of the drinks; others she knew exactly what she was drinking. . . The ones where she had no idea what was in the drink, were mostly made by Jax. He /wanted/ her to remember everything about her birthday. . Kinsley did as she was told, downing shot after shotβ until she couldnβt feel her toes.
β I literally canβt drink anymore~ β Kinsley hiccuped, as she leaned on her best friend who also happened to be the idiot getting her absolutely wasted: Jax Teller.
β What do you wanna do, doll? β He asked her, snaking his arms playfully around her waist. Hours passed with Kinsley dancing on tops of the tables, stripping herself of her clothes, all of which Jax got on videoβ and he hasnβt let her live it down to this day. Hours after partying, Kinsley made her way home.
After the party had ended, Kinsley got a phone call from her abusive ex-boyfriend, Henry. Henry told Kinsley on the phone that she better wish everything she loved goodbye. . . And at 12:45a.m Kinsley was brutally attacked on her way home from the clubhouse. She was taken into an alleyway, where she then was beaten to a pulp, her ribs were broken and so was her nose and she was also raped. Her attackers left her there to die.
Kinsley knew who her attackers were, it was her ex, Henry and a few of his friends. To say that she was livid was quite the understatement. Kinsley immediately got into her apartment and she attempted to clean the blood off her lip but with broken ribs it was rather difficult. She was relaxing in her bedβ only to have a knock at her front door about half an hour later.
Wincing as she got up to answer the front door, she was shocked to find Charming PD at her door. β Heβs pressing fucking charges?! β Kinsley screamed at the officer in front of her. β Iβm the one with broken ribs, Iβm the one with a broken nose, and Iβm most certainly the one who got the snot beaten out of them on her twenty-fifth birthday! So, please.. Explain to me where Iβm in the wrong here. β She spat, venom laced in every word that left her lips.
The officer explained that she was right, and that she should go to the hospital so that she could end up pressing charges on Henry. β Iβve got an ambulance en route to check you out, Kinsley. Iβm sorry this happened on your birthday. β The officer said calmly, as Kinsley turned her head towards him. β Save your pity-party for someone that gives a fuck. β She grumbled.
Hearing the ambulance in the distance, Kinsley winced as she stood up and headed for her front door. The officers helped her into the ambulance, where they sped off towards St. Thomas and she was placed into intensive care; the doctors wanted to make sure everything was alright down there before they checked out the severity of the rest of her injuries.
β It looks like everything is okay for the most part, aside from the six broken ribs, and the broken nose. β The doctor laughed, trying to lighten the mood. Kinsley nodded her head, and sighed with a growl. β Have you called my brother? He needs to know what happened. β She mumbled, rolling her eyes as the doctor nodded his head. The doctor explained that her brother, and a few others would be on their way soonβ which, when they saw the condition of how badly she was injured, it wouldnβt go over nicely. . . Which it didnβt. Happy, Jax and Opie wanted to kill him.
After she was discharged from the hospital, Kinsleyβs βattempted murderβ charge was dropped, but that didnβt mean it didnβt fuck with her head mentally. She kept having flashbacks to this night for months, and she often tended to black out when angry.
And because of this, Kinsley began abusing drugs, where by her twenty-seventy birthday she had been in and out of rehab for the past two-years.
She had also been in and out of Charming PD, and managed to pick up numerous charges added to her criminal record: Public Intoxication, Driving While Intoxicated, Driving While Under the Influence, and some minor Drug Charges. Her life had gotten completely twisted upside down that night, it really messed with her head and she had been in and out of therapy sessions, all of which ended up failing.
Kinsley knew that she would be like this for the rest of her life, and she just had to keep finding coping mechanisms that would not only keep her out of jail, but also keep her alive.
Even though the drugs and drinking were her go-to, Kinsley knew she didnβt want to have to be dependent upon them in order to function normally. And she was growing dependent on them, so the last and final time she checked herself into a rehab center outside of her hometown, sheβs been sober ever since.
But that night will have forever changed her.
