The year was 1970, and Cole and Sarah had just met for the very first time at the local bar she was a bartender at. He was the new guy in town, just having moved from Denver to help out a few friends. She didn't exactly know what that help was, or just what exactly it was that his friends did, she simply knew that whatever it was it couldn't be good. Covered in bruises more often than not, and his motorcycle not being far from him, she labeled him a biker -- and was secretly drawn to him. It wasn't until one night when she was out with friends that she finally built up the courage to speak to him -- He had a very intimidating look, and she was the perky little blonde behind the bar. There wasn't really a thing she could think of that the both of them could have in common; the few drinks in her quickly made her forget said fact, though. It wasn't until she woke up the next morning that Sarah realized where she was and just what she'd done. She was both angry at herself, but glad that she would no longer have that "what if?" floating over her. That night started quite a few more, and before she knew it, it was a normal thing for them -- she was his regular bartender and by the time the night was over they would go home together. It wasn't before long, and once she started to spend more time around him outside of the bedroom that she was accepted into his group of friends.
Sarah had always felt that she didn't fit the mold of what was expected of her, but as the years passed she noticed that she had little by little started to change. She was no longer that perky little blonde who had first approached the biker guy who she had a crush on -- she was now the woman who could hold her own and who had married said biker. While it had not been what she'd seen for herself so many years back, she had become a family woman -- both by blood and association. There were a few rocky moments between Cole and herself, but she had always known he would put the club he was a big part of before anything. It might have caused a few fights, but eventually she came to accept that they were his family before she herself had become his family.
After years of marriage, and a few breakups in between, Cole and Sarah Porter welcomed their last and fifth child into the world. on November 12, 1980, the 7 pound, screaming child was born. Her mother who had decided to be a stay at home mom from the very beginning was already a pro at motherhood, and Isabella was certainly an easy child -- sleeping the night by the time she was two months, and napping throughout the day. If they had gone by what her infancy and childhood was like, they would have believed her to be the easy child. As she got older that didn't quite stay the same. Isabella was the only girl, and with that came the fact that she wasn't one to want to stay inside and "play house". She was much more interested in following her brothers around, and getting herself into whatever kind of trouble they were in. Her brothers didn't seem to mind too much, and had even deemed her the "club mascot". It wasn't until she'd turned thirteen that she'd been let into the loop of just what that club had been. With that knowledge came an even bigger curiosity -- even when she knew it would never be possible, she wanted to be a part of it more than ever. That was when the sneaking out started.
Isabella had never been too fond of rules; in her eyes, they were there to be broken. At first it started little -- Isabella sneaking out past curfew so she could be with her friends. She wasn't really getting into too much trouble, but she was still breaking the rules -- something which gave her a sense of independence. It wasn't much, but the skinny dipping, and the swimming at the beach late at night were the little things that she looked forward to the most. When she got older she met Jeremy. He was one of the guys who her brothers had just recently started hanging out with. She could tell that he was a bad influence on her, but she was very drawn to him just like her mother had been so many years before with her father. That was when the sneaking around really started; no longer was she skinny dipping with friends, she was now sneaking into his apartment late at night. He was the first person she ever got drunk with, and he was the one person who she lost her virginity to. There was a sense of adventure and thrill to being with him, and she did not want to give that up, regardless of how bad for her he could be. He was a few years older than her, and that in itself had caused more problems than she ever imagined it could. Not only was she scared of what could happen with her family once they found out, but she was also scared of what could happen when he finally turned 18.
High school was an interesting time for Isabella; she wasn't necessarily a bad student, but she wasn't the most applied either. If she could put something off until the very last minute she would, so long as she was able to be out doing what she wanted the most. That in itself lasted until her mid sophomore year -- that was the first time she had a real wake up call when it came to where she was in life and just where she was headed if she continued in the same path. After more than a few breakups and a million fights in between -- including one that lead to her best friends brother getting in the middle off, and being sent off to military school because of it, Isabella found herself sneaking out again to be with her "boyfriend". That night was different than any other and it quickly turned in a direction she never thought she would find herself in the middle of. They had all drank a million times before, but everything took a turn for the terrible when one of the guys there that night started to mix alcohol with drugs -- before anyone realized to the extent that it had gotten, he'd overdosed. It was that very same day when Isabella decided what she wanted to do with her life. Watching the paramedics work on him was something that she never forgot, and something that she wanted to be able to do some day. She never wanted to be the person to need that help again, but she wanted to be the one to give some young kid who had no idea what they were doing with their lives that second chance at figuring it out. She knew they wouldn't always take it, but she wanted to give them the opportunity of it.
With a different perspective to life, Isabella started to little by little distance herself from that group of friends, and by the time she was 17 she was finally fed up with what her life had become. At that point in time her relationship with her boyfriend had just about reached its end, and as a means to put an even bigger distance between them, she decided she would be leaving Texas soon after graduation. She had contemplated college-- getting a degree in paramedic science, but when it came down to it, it was the Navy that called her name. She knew she needed the discipline that came with it, and what better way than by finding herself surrounded by one of the most disciplined people in the world. With her mind made up, it wasn't much after graduation that she was headed to Great Lakes, Illinois for her recruit training. It was those eight weeks of her life that brought on the most changes to her life. Soon after graduating from basic training she was once again packing her bags and heading to Texas-- only this time she wasn't headed home, she was on her way to starting her new life as a Corpsman. It was another eighteen weeks of rigorous training, but in the end it was all worth it, and she would never give that up. Knowing exactly what it was that she wanted to do with her military career, she headed to North Carolina to train with Marines. If she was to be stationed with them, she needed to be treated like she was one of them -- boot camp once again being the only way to accomplish that. It was harder than her initial Navy training, but she loved every minute of it.