Wanted connections: Sheaâs two sisters (one older by a year and one younger by two)
Summary:
Shea was born in New Jersey to Angelica (last name not known). When she was three months old her mother gave her up for adoption, she couldnât raise her since she was a single young mother. Shea was adopted by Lauren and ?Robert Williams. She has two sisters- one is older by a year and one is younger by two, both of them are biological to Lauren and Robert. Shea was a crazy child, a real wild card, sometimes her parents just didnât know what to do. Lauren and Robert wanted to give a good life to Shea and her other sister although they didnât have much money. Whole growing up pretty poor in a real shitty neighborhood, She found friends in unlikely places and been involved with dome questionable people while being a teen. When Shea was around fifteen years old she started to have more and more panic attacks. She couldnât really control them and they came pretty often. While trying to relax she and her friends decided to try some weed, and then when that wasnât enough they tried Cocaine and from there itâs just history. Sheaâs parents tried to get her cleaned and sheâs been though a couple of rehabs but nothing really changes for her. She really tried her best but somehow always found herself crawling back to drugs. It made her feel less depressed and more normal even tough it was a horrible thing to do. After finally graduating high school, Shea got into College and for a while things were pretty good, she didnât seem depressed or had any panic attacks. As a college student she attended a lot of parties and then, just started to use again. She thought that it wonât ruin anything for her but, she was very wrong. One night, she overdosed and spent a week in the hospital following yet another rehab therapy. This time, Shea was done. She was scared. The overdose caused huge fight between Shea and her family, which made her drop out of college and go and start her own life. She found Heartsdale by mistake but she moved in anyway. She found a job as a tattoo artist and learnt everything from the owner of the tattoo shop and just fell in love with the art. Now, she lives in Heartsdale for two years, trying to stay clean.
River never really had full days off, that only happened if Sundays didnât bring any emergency calls. What she did have was waiting time. Between the end of her shift at the clinic and the call to go to the racetrack, she had about an hours wait to have a quick lunch, or also catch up with friends. More often than not, she tried to merge those activities. Today was Sheaâs turn. The younger girl was a tornado, a whirlwind of a woman, and ever since theyâd connected through their love for animals while she gave River her second set of puppy paws after adopting Watson, theyâd bonded and now, itâs like she couldnât leave her alone. She had to make sure Shea was doing good, staying as clean and sober as possible, drinking her water, taking her lunch during her long shifts⊠It was strange, it came from a place of deep love and care for the young girl, a maternal side River didnât tap into unless it was with animals. She wanted to see her succeed in anything she set her mind to. So, picking up some burrito bowls from the local taco shop, she added two drinks and drove her car to the tattoo parlor, quickly shooting her a text to make sure she was free for lunch. Swinigng the door open, River waved the bag âHey, little⊠You ready for a lunch break?â She spoke as she walked closer to where she stood. @sheawilliamsxâ
Sunday was a pretty chill day for Shea as she didnât had much work and had so much time focusing on her art and coming up with original tattoo ideas whole hanging out between clients. River was one of her closest friends, she was so caring and the two always had so much fun together. Even though, Shea was a mess and sometimes she was too much, River didnât seem to leave her. It was already lunch time and if River didnât just text Shea, she wouldâve probably sit on that chair, sketching all day. As River stepped inside the tattoo shop, the brunette looked up and a bright smile appeared on her face âHey there! Uh-yeah, I amâ She said as she closed her sketchbook and stood up âSomething smellinâ real good!â She said as she licked her lips. She didnât know how hungry she was until she smelled the delicious tacos.
Kamil watched carefully as Shea looked at the piece of art heâd brought in. He was by no means an artist but he knew generally what he wanted for his next tattoo so heâd asked for a consult with the artist at the shop to help him make it into a piece that could be put on his body. âSo itâs really a rough idea obviously, my art is shitty but hopefully you get the idea. Think you could sketch something for me? I can come back another day if I need to.â He offered, pulling his eyes away from his crappy drawing to meet her dark eyes.
Shea loved her job, finally she felt like sheâs doing something she really likes and good at. When costumers came to consult with her she felt so good, people were really relaying on her opinion. As the brunette took the drawing from the man she could already see it. âNah, youâre okay, Iâve got some time.â She said as she looked at the drawing âItâs not half bad but how do you think about this...â She said as she added a few changes âHowâs that?â She asked looking up at the male.