Healing Wrath
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• • • • • •ƛudrey Ʀose Smith• • • • • •
• • •Thirty-Five• • • • • •Female• • • • • •Caretaker, Ace Sniper, Scavenger• • •
• • •Loving• • • •Determined• • •Wise• • •
• • •Struggling Artist• • • • • •Parker Hale with a silencer and Hunting knife • • •
• • •Love, Life, Joy... Is what everyone once knew, Now? We are in a world were love is not even a though, Life is taken away at any moment and Joy well we hardly have that in our lives. My story, This is all I can tell you. Well I will start when I was a child, I grew up in a loving family. two sister's and three brother's. Yes I grew up with a few sibling's, wasn't always pleasant but that's usual sibling behavior. I was the third youngest out of the six children. My mother was quite the charmer, before myself and my siblings were born my mother was the woman every man wanted, my father always told me how lucky he was to win her affection but I think they were made for each other. For career's my mother was a chef, one of the best I ever knew. We all loved her cooking and couldn't get enough of it. My father worked as a car salesman, He was good at his job but it wasn't the most reliable job to keep a good income for our big family, but both mom and dad managed. In school I was the perfect student, I was always polite as I was raised to do, did my very best to study to get good grades, Made some friends, the lot. When I was younger I had a talent for art, various forms of art. Sketching people, painting, decorating cakes, I just loved art. High school was my chance to work my way to an art career but as always boys would catch your attention, It happens when you get into high school. I met Andrew around that time. Of course he was older then me and he was my eldest brother's friend so it was not going to happen. Though when I was eighteen Andrew finally asked me out after a few years of becoming friends, It only took me months to fall in love with him. When I was Twenty I found out I was pregnant, so Andrew and I got married before I was due to give birth to my baby boy, Jason. I chose his name the minute I laid eyes on him, he was my sweet child.
By the time Jason was six my husband started to show he wasn't the man I fell in love with. That is when I finally started to see it all. Andrew started to drink frequently in excessive amounts of alcohol, Started to gamble his income on gambling our families money and also started to sleep around with other women. I couldn't look at I'm the same, How could I look at him the way I used to? All I saw was the women he had been with, all our money gone and he smelt of alcohol a lot. But not only that he decided that belittling me and giving me the occasional bruise. My son has been affected by this a great deal, I hate that he has been affected by this... He has become quiet, timid, rebellious and blunt. I often sent him to stay at his friends house so he didn't have to be around Andrew's bad unpredictable behavior. I know what you must be thinking, Why did I stay with him? Trust me I tried to leave. Anything to keep my son safe. But he is a cop, he has his resources and ways to find me when I tried to run, Court was no help, So I had nothing else to do but to play happy wife and make sure that my son was safe. My emotions... were expressed in my art. The money I make from selling my paintings, sketches and decorated cakes, etc is to spend on my son. Just to see him smile when he buys something that he has been waiting for, makes it all worth it.
During the outbreak I had my chance to escape his possessive nature with my son, I took it. I gave him a taste of his own medicine before I escaped with Jason. My son and I were on the run for months, we lived the best we could and we survived. If you are a mother you will know that protecting your child is most important. I protected my son from those things and any threat, we were safe. After some time we were heading down a quiet road but soon to find out that walker's surrounded the area, I was sure that death would be awaiting us. I would not allow Jason to be harmed, I made sure he was out of reach from the walker's while I tried fighting them off. At first I was scared when I heard a vehicle approaching thinking it may be Andrew or people who posed a threat. That is the day a group saved me and my son. After lot's of traveling we found a place that looked safe but was overrun, I had been apart of the group for some time by then. You could consider me the moral guide of the group, but also the protective type. My husband was hunting us down. Finally escaping his possessive nature, him never letting us go was him not wanting another man love me and myself love another man. It's the last time he pushes me and bullies me, I am not allowing him to hurt us, not again not in this world. This is our last shot at survival...
After days, weeks, months of surviving all I want is somewhere safe for my son, our group, myself. Some good people and a new home. Living life the best we can in this world, all I wanted... was a chance. And surprisingly we got that chance, the group my son and I were with ended up at this prison, this was before they had lost the Sheriff's wife. It was very tense at first, I didn't trust any of them around myself or my son, it took quite some time to earn my trust but eventually they did. Rick, their leader took us in and accepted us as their own once he finally trusted us, We had our home. Though conflict arised between another group, which resulted into a lot of deaths. After all the time running from my husband, he found me, and it wasn't pleasant. I had become strong, a tough individual and I am the best sniper in the entire group now. I trained and trained to become the best I could be with a sniper rifle and it paid off. My husband finding me... well he planed on killing everyone I had grown to care for and when he got his opportunity he took it, but I didn't let him.... I shot him. After some other tragedy everything calmed down, we are all safe and the group finally has a safe place to call home.• • •
• • •Jill I Valentine• • •
• • •Loving• • • •Determined• • •Wise• • •
• • •Struggling Artist• • • • • •Parker Hale with a silencer and Hunting knife • • •
• • •Love, Life, Joy... Is what everyone once knew, Now? We are in a world were love is not even a though, Life is taken away at any moment and Joy well we hardly have that in our lives. My story, This is all I can tell you. Well I will start when I was a child, I grew up in a loving family. two sister's and three brother's. Yes I grew up with a few sibling's, wasn't always pleasant but that's usual sibling behavior. I was the third youngest out of the six children. My mother was quite the charmer, before myself and my siblings were born my mother was the woman every man wanted, my father always told me how lucky he was to win her affection but I think they were made for each other. For career's my mother was a chef, one of the best I ever knew. We all loved her cooking and couldn't get enough of it. My father worked as a car salesman, He was good at his job but it wasn't the most reliable job to keep a good income for our big family, but both mom and dad managed. In school I was the perfect student, I was always polite as I was raised to do, did my very best to study to get good grades, Made some friends, the lot. When I was younger I had a talent for art, various forms of art. Sketching people, painting, decorating cakes, I just loved art. High school was my chance to work my way to an art career but as always boys would catch your attention, It happens when you get into high school. I met Andrew around that time. Of course he was older then me and he was my eldest brother's friend so it was not going to happen. Though when I was eighteen Andrew finally asked me out after a few years of becoming friends, It only took me months to fall in love with him. When I was Twenty I found out I was pregnant, so Andrew and I got married before I was due to give birth to my baby boy, Jason. I chose his name the minute I laid eyes on him, he was my sweet child.
By the time Jason was six my husband started to show he wasn't the man I fell in love with. That is when I finally started to see it all. Andrew started to drink frequently in excessive amounts of alcohol, Started to gamble his income on gambling our families money and also started to sleep around with other women. I couldn't look at I'm the same, How could I look at him the way I used to? All I saw was the women he had been with, all our money gone and he smelt of alcohol a lot. But not only that he decided that belittling me and giving me the occasional bruise. My son has been affected by this a great deal, I hate that he has been affected by this... He has become quiet, timid, rebellious and blunt. I often sent him to stay at his friends house so he didn't have to be around Andrew's bad unpredictable behavior. I know what you must be thinking, Why did I stay with him? Trust me I tried to leave. Anything to keep my son safe. But he is a cop, he has his resources and ways to find me when I tried to run, Court was no help, So I had nothing else to do but to play happy wife and make sure that my son was safe. My emotions... were expressed in my art. The money I make from selling my paintings, sketches and decorated cakes, etc is to spend on my son. Just to see him smile when he buys something that he has been waiting for, makes it all worth it.
During the outbreak I had my chance to escape his possessive nature with my son, I took it. I gave him a taste of his own medicine before I escaped with Jason. My son and I were on the run for months, we lived the best we could and we survived. If you are a mother you will know that protecting your child is most important. I protected my son from those things and any threat, we were safe. After some time we were heading down a quiet road but soon to find out that walker's surrounded the area, I was sure that death would be awaiting us. I would not allow Jason to be harmed, I made sure he was out of reach from the walker's while I tried fighting them off. At first I was scared when I heard a vehicle approaching thinking it may be Andrew or people who posed a threat. That is the day a group saved me and my son. After lot's of traveling we found a place that looked safe but was overrun, I had been apart of the group for some time by then. You could consider me the moral guide of the group, but also the protective type. My husband was hunting us down. Finally escaping his possessive nature, him never letting us go was him not wanting another man love me and myself love another man. It's the last time he pushes me and bullies me, I am not allowing him to hurt us, not again not in this world. This is our last shot at survival...
After days, weeks, months of surviving all I want is somewhere safe for my son, our group, myself. Some good people and a new home. Living life the best we can in this world, all I wanted... was a chance. And surprisingly we got that chance, the group my son and I were with ended up at this prison, this was before they had lost the Sheriff's wife. It was very tense at first, I didn't trust any of them around myself or my son, it took quite some time to earn my trust but eventually they did. Rick, their leader took us in and accepted us as their own once he finally trusted us, We had our home. Though conflict arised between another group, which resulted into a lot of deaths. After all the time running from my husband, he found me, and it wasn't pleasant. I had become strong, a tough individual and I am the best sniper in the entire group now. I trained and trained to become the best I could be with a sniper rifle and it paid off. My husband finding me... well he planed on killing everyone I had grown to care for and when he got his opportunity he took it, but I didn't let him.... I shot him. After some other tragedy everything calmed down, we are all safe and the group finally has a safe place to call home.• • •
• • •Jill I Valentine• • •