Wilder, Jeanine WIP

[JEANINE WILDER]

"My family, this club, is all I need, so to think you have anything I want is laughable."

I'D GIVE ANYTHING JUST TO CUT YOU FREE
I'D GIVE ANYTHING JUST TO WATCH YOU BLEED

FULL NAME Jeanine Simone Wilder
NICKNAMES 51
GENDER Female
SPECIES Human
SPECIAL ABILITIES, POWERS, ETC. N/A
SEXUALITY heterosexual
PLAYED BY Katey Sagal

JUST TO MAKE YOU,
JUST TO WATCH YOU BLEED

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Since I was able to walk and talk, my parents knew I was going to be a handful just by how I carried myself and went about my business. I didn’t take any shit, if I wanted something I let it be known, and I won’t stop until I got what I wanted, so believe me when I say that I still have that mentality as a grown woman in San Fran. My parents were bullshitters because they didn’t raise me and my brothers, they just took care of themselves, so we had to jump on the wagon they were riding, if we wanted to survive. Life wasn’t simple, my father was a drank, my mother was a whore, but don’t get me wrong she has a job, good for her, but when she came home she wanted nothing to do her children. I was the youngest if my siblings and was called their baby sister, pretty much all through my school life.

Although, I grew up around brothers, I hang around a lot of guys, I didn’t have many girls my age as my friends because I was too tough for them. I didn’t care for Barbie, I didn’t care for high heels or pencil skirts, but I wore ripped jeans, a leather jacket, and a bandanna that tied my dark brown hair in a ponytail. I was a tough one and for good reasons, where I was raised bitches will try and check you, so you had to be balls enough to check them back.

It was me and my siblings against the world, when it came to going to school and even going home because our parents were shit heads, so all we had was each other. I would only consider my brothers as family, at the time, since our mother was too busy giving blows to the next guy who winked at her, and our father downing a bottle every time he comes from the auto dealership. Honestly, you can tell they didn’t want to be parents because just by the way they acted around each other, always fighting, drinking, hitting, and sometimes even hitting us. Dad would beat on the boys, giving them a hard ass time, but don’t think I had a break, if there is anyone more vicious than a woman with a hateful agenda, I wouldn’t know it. My mother gave me Hell, smacking me around or doing a lot of petty shit like calling me out of my name.

Mother hated me most of all, since my dad wanted all boys, and turns out their last kid was a girl gave mom a whole bunch of Hell from him. She resented me for that, but it’s not my fault she couldn’t get her pussy right, although she wasn’t hearing that from as she continuously cussed me out, pulling me at my hair, and just being deliberately nasty to me. Awkwardly from her, I learned how to be hard, how to stand up for myself, when shit gets wild, so it had to start with her because if it didn’t, then who knows where the hell I would end up. I remember, when my mom tried to swing at me, I moved out her away, before grabbing a nearby lamp and bashed it against her head, which felt good, but it didn’t stop there because she fell to the ground and was slowly about to get up again. Before she could regain her footing, I kicked the bitch in the stomach about five times, before grabbing her by the hair and just yanking out her tracks. Call me a mad woman, but I was done with that hoe pushing me around and calling me out my name because she was going to give me the respect I deserved as her god damn daughter.

I was still hitting her, before my brothers pulled me off her, separating us from each other, and of course she was still yelling and cussing at me with a fucked up face. What I did to her felt good and it was an everlasting lesson that I learned, which was to never let someone push me around and I made that known. The next day me and my brothers went to school like nothing else happened, but I knew my dearest mother all too well to not think she wasn’t going to retaliate in any way. Although, calling the police would be stupid move for her because she is a Porn Star, although I guess it didn’t matter because she called them anyways. I was in my freshmen year of highschool, when I was arrested and sent to Juvie for a few years, and that was an entire beast on its own.

I had to learn to make friendly with those who has been in the system longer than I because some of those ladies were a few years, if not one, from women’s prison. I was a freshie, I knew I wasn’t going to last a week, if I didn’t have some guarding my back, making sure I would survive the nights that I was staying there. I made a few friends there, some who could relate to my situation of beating their parents, or getting called on by their parents, and hanging with them made my life in Juvie a whole lot easier and safer. Eventually, I was bailed out by my grandmother, on my mother’s side, who scares the shit out of me, but I know better than to make her angry, hell I could take my mom, but I wasn’t that brave to pick one with my grandmother. I posted bail and moved in with my grandmother, after learning that my brothers were separated by DEFAX, after a thorough investigation of my sentence to Juvie. Turns out my mother was seen as an unfit mother and my dad as made an endangerment to the family, so they did what they thought was best, and separated everyone.

After learning that, I tried to get into communication with my brothers, but they were nowhere to be found, probably not even in the state of California for all I knew. I wanted to be done with anything, but my grandmother gave me a good talking to about giving up and basically told me that wasn’t an option, making it apparent that I was going back to school to do something with my life. At first, all of that sounded satisfying, but I knew school didn’t have anything for me, it never had, but don’t get me wrong Im not a dumbass hill billy bitch, but my life has always been on the lines of the hustle. Joining the corporate, to me, would be like asking me to where a sun dress on a Sunday evening, knowing damn well Im wear jeans and a leather jacket. Although, it was at my new school, where I met the man that will be the beginning of my new and exciting life. The moment I met Rick Wilder was the moment I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with him, and everything sounded like a fairytale at first because I was a freshman and he was a junior. I was a good fourteen and he was seventeen, before he came up to me asking if I wanted to be his, and of course I was playing hard to get, but he didn’t stop coming until I started purring.

Two years went by with us dating, before I figured out that I was pregnant, and I only noticed when I kept throwing up in the morning, the afternoon, and if I’m lucky at night too. I was sixteen and pregnant with Rick Wilder’s kid, he was nineteen, I was sixteen, so it seemed like the odds were against us, but when I looked at him after telling him I was pregnant, he grabbed me by the waist and told me we were going to have this family. I believed in him, I believed in this vision he cooked up in his head, and I believed in having a family with that man, probably the best decision I ever made in my life. At the time, Rick was at the beginnings of making a biker club with him and his bestfriend, Shaw, so me being pregnant placed everything in perspective for him as it had for me too. I moved out my grandmother’s house, not telling her where I was going, or I why I was going, but that I was leaving and not coming back. I was ready to leave that life behind because it had nothing for me, but regret and unhappiness, so I rather be somewhere raising my children with a man who loves, and future that is growing for me.

Me and Rick gotten married as soon as I turned eighteen and a few months afterward I gave birth to the most beautiful thing in the world. Although, I thought it was going to be one child, but it turned out to be two and it was just my luck that they were twins. We named them Jace and Abel Wilder, my two boys filled a whole in my heart that I never thought would have been filled. I felt like it was my duty to protect them, to love them twice as much as my mother loved me. The woman hated me and I will never do that to my kids, I promised them and myself that I would always love them, no matter what kind of shit they get themselves into.

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ROLEPLAYER STATS
ALIAS Jay
EXPERIENCE Immortal
WORD COUNT 500+