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, impulsively decided to move them from Florida to California. 

Afterwards, Reina was constantly being moved around, going from city to city, eventually they settled in Los Angeles.

By the time 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.

However, her father still cared about her, he was also constantly moving, meaning she did too. Wherever he went show would follow.

Up until recently, nearing her 18th birthday, did things comepletely change when she found his lifeless body on his bathroom floor.

She had long outgrown the want for her father's validation, yes she was sad but she cared more of the business he left.

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.

Reina had noticed signs here and there of her father's drug addiction, but she never believed it would lead to the point of an overdose.

She has found him near death a couple of times, but never did she think he'd die from this.

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.

But I did, I felt guilty.

It's nearing the anniversary of my mother's passing, and I knew my father still mourned her, he missed her. And for some reason, this was the one time I didn't go and pick up my supply on 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.