Unexpected//Fezco

01|Reina

(A/n: first off, thank you for choosing to read this book, and second, I'll be adding song suggestions that I personally feel would go with the chapters)

Happy reading my loves<3

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Song: "Dreamin of the past" by Pusha T.

When Reina Hansen was 10 years old, her mother passed away. Leaving her to be raised by her father.

Reina's father, Raymond, being heartbroken, he impulsively decided to move them to California from Miami. 

After that, Reina was constantly being moved around, going from city to city. Eventually landing in Los Angeles.

And when she turned 14, her father realized he no longer wanted the responsibility of a child.

So, he emancipated her, leaving her live on her own.

Since her father was constantly moving around, she did too. Wanting to be near her father, chasing the bond they once had before her mother was gone.

And only recently, nearing her 18th birthday, did she come across her fathers lifeless body when she'd come to visit him.

Leaving the only thing that really mattered to Reina after years of neglect.

Their family business.

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Reina had moved all of her boxes out of the moving truck and into her new apartment.

It was small, but it didn't really matter. It would only last a few months. Enough time to be off the police's radar.

After she grabbed the last box, she took a brief moment to look at the apartment.

As she did, thoughts of her father came rushing back.

Somehow Reina hadn't noticed that her father had an addiction, even though she worked with  drug users almost every single day.

No matter how many times Reina found him high, drunk, or hungover. The thought of him being addicted never crossed her mind.

She walked inside and took a box up the stairs to her new bedroom, opening the door to reveal a small but cozy living space.

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Reina's pov

I lugged my bed frame up the stairs, setting it down on the carpeted floor. Quickly throwing some sheets on the mattress and laying down for the first time in hours. I took a deep breath looking at the white ceiling.

It's only been a few days since my father died. I didn't like that I felt guilty, he was the one who did it.

But I did, I felt guilty.

I left the large supply with him. Knowing the my mothers anniversary was soon.

I knew he missed her, but I tried to help him. Countless times, failing each time.

But having to see him on the floor in his bathroom was never something I thought I would see.

When I found him, I knew he was gone by only touching him.

He was cold.

But before I could do anything, I had to make sure the house was clear. No drugs, no guns, no large amounts of cash.

Once I knew everything was cleared out, I took down the cameras around his house and called the police, telling them how I found him.

I waited for paramedics to arrive, making sure my face looked frozen in fear.