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Contains spoilers to season 4 (and info from all previous seasons).

Beka's point of view.

Chapter 1

I'm beka valentine.

I'm strong.

I'm resilient.

And I can't get through this.

Talia, a senator, and my mother. If you use the term "mother" loosely, that is. She left, abandoned me. I lost my child hood that day. My father started flash. Raif got into trouble, well, more then before anyway. And I had to keep it together. I know my uncle Sid helped, but still, I grew up that day. I've been an adult since 7, have not cried since 12, flown since 3, used a gun since 5, a knife since 9, first job pulled alone at 13. I've always been in charge, control, confident. But I still don't know what to do now.

Rhade said I know low and high society, all worlds. I'm many different people. And it is so sooo true. I am. Problem is, I don't know which of those people to be.

I'm just like my mother. A sweet, caring, helpful, two-sided bitch. Never satisfied. Runs from commitment. Bored easily. Calculating and logical.

I'm just like my father. A demanding addict who just tries to damn hard. Protective and loyal. Ruled by the heart and a rebel always found by trouble.

At least he tried though. He did, he really did. But I think of her, and I see the sad 7 year old me crying in the bathroom. Door locked and water running, so no one will here or find me.

I'm my mother's child, but my father's daughter.

The worst of both worlds.

And it's just killing me, slowly, a little bit at a time.