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Our Start

                                 Reign's POV:
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Today is my birthday I'm officially eighteen years old. I'm an adult meaning I can go wherever I want, say whatever I want, technically, do whatever I please. You'd think because I'm eighteen I already have plans for my future and a stable job for my expenses at college and all that but truth to be told, I don't. I know what I want though.

I want a simple life where my only worry is my school like a normal teen, I want a perfect boyfriend the one every girl dreams of, you know the kind who will buy me flowers, takes me out on dates, and tells me how much he loves me.

I want a family.

Now I am not an orphan if that's what you're wondering but yes, I am basically one. My mother died when I was younger and ever since my father started acting cold towards everything, especially at me. I was the reason he was unhappy and he never forgot to remind me that it was because of me.

I was only five when he started to act that way and well you can imagine how terrible I would feel whenever he said that to me but now, thirteen years later I try to act as if it doesn't affect me but once I get to my room or better yet to my hiding place, I cry, I cry so hard until I feel that I can't breathe anymore and eventually, fall asleep.

That's what I see myself as, the weak redhead girl with green eyes that show every emotion she has. I hate myself sometimes for being so weak, for letting my father mistreat me and push me around like a little puppy, like I mean nothing to him-heck I'm sure I don't but he doesn't need to say it, I know it. He lets me know every damn time, every day.

I never got to meet my mother and when I asked about her to my dad he was always quick to yell at me saying I had no right to speak about her.

She's was my mother how can I not be able to be told about her?, I thought the first time I asked which was when I turned seven. However many years later probably when I was around fourteen I sneaked into my father's bedroom and went through his stuff knowing I would find something related to her.

I knew the consequences I would have to face if my father caught me but I didn't care, I needed to know what my mother was like, what if she was mean and left me with my father and he hated me for that. I thought a lot of stuff but I didn't care and kept looking around his closet.

And I did. I found a red big box that said 'memories', I opened the box and at that moment I was so shocked about what I had found and started crying as I went over the few pictures of a redhead woman with light blue eyes and a beautiful smile and round belly-she was pregnant, she was beside my father hugging and looking at one another in love.

I knew that she had to be my mom because we were almost identical the only problem was I didn't know what her name was, I wanted to know. Two hours later I was still in my father's room crying as I read every letter they had sent each other as well as the pictures then I saw it, behind a DVD.

Legacy Phoenix.

She had a beautiful name. After some time I put the box right where it was and brought one of the many DVDs with me so I can at least knew what her voice sounded like back then. I continued doing that till this day, it's the only way I can feel good especially since it's my birthday today, after my father leaves I will go grab another DVD.

He always leaves the house and comes back the next day when it's my birthday, he doesn't like to spend it with me and I know why I just wish he could at least ask how I'm doing once in a while but that's another thing, just another wish.

I think I should stop wasting my birthday wishes on him. Begging for my father to care about me but yet I don't. Every year I make the same wish before I go to sleep.