Jessica Hubbard: Extended Origins

I told him my story, and Sly did what no one else dared to do: He cared.

I started from the beginning. About how I was born into a low income family that was seemingly rich with binding love. But that all flew away when my mom died. My dad took to whiskey, and he didn't have room for a care in the world. Hell I barely lived with him he was so drunk. As my dad turned and never looked back I stumbled upon the care of my grandmother.

Now let me tell you a thing about my grandma. She didn't care about what anybody ever did to her, which I can confirm was only because of how naive she was. But she was rich, and with her I scaled the social ladder. We climbed together as I hung onto her coattails. But one day she passed away, and so our climb had stopped.

I was taken out of her house and was placed into the care of my dad. who knows how he tricked the judge into letting me stay with him. I always tried to stay out of his way, smart for a 7 year old, and it worked. Well, it did until I was 10. I returned from my friend's house late one day and boy was he angry. He yelled at me for not being the child he ever wanted and he tossed me against the door. When he inched closer I elbowed his nose and ran as fast as I could. But I was not fast enough. With one hit I was as hurt and broken as the chair he had hit me with. And with that he snapped out of his drunken trance. I was shipped off at the snap of a finger to a place I did not belong.

My first day at the orphanage wasn't so great either and I was immediately shunned. I never knew why they had done that or what I did to deserve it! They were in the same situation I was in! The boys and girls didn't ever take a second look and my first year I was friendless. The second year, gone.

I had took to the streets in tears and lay on the bench until I almost starved. I eventually wandered to the street venders while hiding behind the corners of their stands. My little hand grabbed a melon from a pile of them and I scurried off. Little had I known I had started a long list of thieving during that very first theft.

And boy was I good! I soon began to steal more than mere fruits but meats and meals. And who better to share them with then with kids who were left on the streets to die. I became there friends but they eventually left my reach to.

I turned eighteen the first day I met Sam. I found him and his family being bullied by the bank and tossed out of thier house. He was apart of a family who had been as poor as mine was but at least his stuck together. For the three year old I stole diamonds. I wanted to make sure he would get a good life to provide for his own kids one day. I told Sly I had stolen the diamonds myself, but that was so he wouldn't know of my immeasurable pain I had experienced my whole life. I became his babysitter and Im still in contact with his family. They treated me like their own.

I began to give back to more than just his family but to the town and I became a psychiatrist at the asylum. And that's where I met Sly, took me seven years but I found him. And I hope I don't lose him too.

~Note~

Jessica's story was explained in Chapter 11 of 'Of Fire' bit I didn't detail it enough so I thought I would detail it more.

No, she is not a Mary Sue. I'm all male, baby!

Seriously, she isn't a Marty/Mary.