The generals daughter

The generals daughter

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Have always wondered what my life would look like if my father was not part of a terrorist group or if my mother doesn't hate my guts or the fact I can't be the real me . Sometimes I wonder if am good or bad ? Why I had to deceive people I truly love ? My name is Ivy I am a military nurse trained to kill the man who killed my brother At least that's what I was told . I need a normal life like every normal person . I want to be the real me and not the person my father made me be I can't have love I wonder if I would ever be loved
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He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

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