This won't be too long I just really wanted to write it. I know I haven't been updating too often, i just have to get back into it and then I will start updating more on my other stories. I hope you like this!

I hated him. I hated him for what he had done to me, to my daughter. I hated him, hated him, hated him. He ruined our lives just because he wouldn't listen. And now when I stare into my kid's face, and see him. I have a little hate there too. But she asked me, a six year old girl who'd never had a father, who he was. I couldn't tell her. All I could say was, " It doesn't matter. He doesn't deserve to know you."

And it was true. He didn't deserve anything from them. If it weren't for the kind and loving couple they now worked for, they might have been dead. And when she saw him on the Report with Kriss, she didn't feel jealous. When she saw his broken face, when she saw that even after two years, they hadn't produced an heir. She did not feel sympathetic. Because. She. Hated. Him.

She had been in her bedroom. Trying to pack for home, but only ending up crying into her gowns. She had sent her maids away. She wanted to be alone. She hadn't known she was pregnant. That was when her life was derailed. She heard a knock on the door. For a second, she thought it was Maxon. Maybe, he had realized that nothing had been going on. She wanted it to be Maxon, so bad.

But it wasn't.

It was two guards, holding a paper. With her name on it. That now said, EIGHT.

" Lady America, you have accused of treason against the crown. But as Prince Maxon pities you, you have been demoted to eight. You may no longer have contact with your family." Her heart dropped and they went to reach out to grab her. The old America would've fought. But this America, was broken. The love of her life had left her and doomed her life to a slow painful death.

He didn't pity her. He hated her. But she still loved him.

Five Days Later

She wasn't sure how long she had been on the streets. A week. She couldn't count on her fingers then number of men that looked at her in a way that would've made Maxon jealous. Even then, he heart ached for him. And she couldn't help but feel that it was her fault. That it was all her doing.

At first she had tried to get a job, but nowadays, she was always tired. And nauseous. And weak. And one day, she fainted.

An old couple, the one they now lived with, had found her. They had been the ones to tell her she was pregnant. Pregnant with Maxon's child, but she didn't tell them that. She didn't tell anyone.

Nine months later she gave birth to the most beautiful girl ever. She had her bright blue eyes, but she couldn't help but notice that she also had Maxon's soft blonde hair. She wondered how it was possible that something she hated so much, was part of something she loved eternally.

She named her Averia. She was perfect.

Life as an eight was hard. The old couple they lived with, employed them in their shop. Gave them their small shed. But clothes and food was all up to her. And every time she went to the market, and her little Averia asked for something, she hated Maxon even more.

She hated that he made it so that his own daughter wouldn't have the things she wanted. Everytime he daughter asked for more when there was nothing. She hated him for not feeding her. And every time Averia asked about her father. She hated him for not being there for her little girl.

I brushed the cruel memories from my mind. Grabbing a small bag of rice, a tomato, and a couple pieces of chicken for dinner she paid.

" Come, Ari," she called to her six year old daughter whose face was pressed up against the glass blocking her from the lavish delicacies. When she was a five, she could've at least afforded one. But because of him, she couldn't. "Ari."

The little girl smiled as she skipped away from the glass, but I couldn't help the look of disappointment in her face. I picked her up, spinning her around. Kissing her on the cheek i said, "Don't you worry Ari. On your birthday, I will get whatever cake you want."

" Rewy," she asked, her eyes alight with hope. I nodded, smiling.

" Mommy, sing me a song!" She exclaimed as we walked out of the grocery store towards home.

" What song?"

" The one about the bird!" I laughed. Ari was the light of my life. She was the reason I kept going. I opened my mouth to start signing when I heard a crash. I whipped to my right, fear coursing through me.

" Well, look what we have here," a deep voice filled the dark alley. I whipped around, clutching Ari to my side. She didn't understand what was going on. But that voice, that voice had haunted me everyday since I became an eight. The voice of the man that had tried to take advantage of me the first day. The man that should be in jail was now walking towards me, a malicious grin on his face. I turned around, hoping that the fear didn't show on my face. Another man's steps echoed behind me. Two against one. The might get me, but I wasn't letting them take baby girl. The man in front of me now had a deep scar on his forehead. I wondered how he got that? It didn't matter, I would give him another one if he touched Ari.

The second man dove at me and I stepped to the side, putting Ari on the ground. She looked at her little girl. " Ari you need to run. Don't stop. Go to Papi and Granny. RUN!" I screamed. She looked at me in alarm and then turned. She ran. And luckily the men were to focused on her to care. The men closed in on her.

Her back pressed into the stone of the alley. The scar man reached for her arm, but she punched his nose. Blood immediately spewed to the wound. And she grinned.

" You'll pay for that, America" he snarled and the other man twisted her arm behind her back. She yelped, facing the scarred man. He snarled in her face and then the world went black.

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