Having run away from the foster system and became a drifter at the age of 14, Jax found a place with a group of people who were runaways and were around his age, they all made a home in an abandoned house in an abandoned unfinished suburb. The group would vandalize, get into fights, and would go into people's houses at night to steal necessities.

When Jax was 17, being out at night he found her sleeping in a cardboard box near the gas station, she was 14 at the time and had run away from an abusive stepdad and alcoholic mother, Jax made it his mission to be her guardian, he protected her and looked after her ever since. They built a strong bond and became inseparable.

It was Saturday evening, Jax was in the attic on his mattress looking through a magazine when she came up, she laid down on his mattress laying her head on his stomach, a common thing that he was used to seeing from her

"Let me guess, you're bored?" Jax said as he smirked