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Reggie and Bekah

Reggie and Bekah

A..gee Umeh
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Romance
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Mystery
Modern
Revenge
Multiple identities
Mafia
Attractive
Arrogant/Dominant
Mafia

Bekah, a girl from Ravel creek, on a pursuit of her dreams, ends up getting entangled with the Caruso family. The Caruso family, an underground mafia family and the billionaire family in Bay View City sends Reggie to investigate Bekah's involvement in Marci's death. Two people, on different paths. Their worlds collide, and they find themselves intertwined. Reggie and Bekah is a story about self discovery, secrets and friendships. Both characters will embark on a journey where everything they held dear will be challenged.

Chapter 1 BEKAH

BEKAH'S POV.

I was tired of this town. Everywhere looked like a cage, Ravel Creek felt like a cage. There was something always falling apart- cracked windows, sagging roofs, untarred roads, covered in dust.

Our house was no better. It creaked every time the wind blew. Like it was ready to collapse. The walls were thin, barely keeping out the sounds of the factories nearby or the late night shouting from the bar down the street.

I hated it. I hated the smell of smoke that floated in the air. The way the street looked dead by day and alive only with drunks by night. This town wasn't a place for dreams. It was a place where dreams come to die.

My dad was hardly ever around. When he did come home, it was like he didn't want to be there either. He would sit in the corner of the sitting room with worn out chairs, barely talking, reeking of whiskey, until he got up and disappeared again.

Some days during his disappearing phase, he comes back home with a lot of cash. What he does for a living was unknown to any of us, my mother and I, and we didn't care.

For my mom, I watched her try, try so hard to make something out of the nothing we had. She worked late, came home smelling of smoke and sweat from the damn brothel she worked, her eyes dull and tired.

She never talked about it, but I knew. I knew about the drugs, too. Sometimes I would see her handshake, her eyes glazed over, and then she would be back- back to the woman who pushed food in front of me and told me we would be okay. She was fighting her own demons, and all I could do was try to stay out of the way.

But I couldn't stay here. Since tenth grade, I knew Ravel Creek was a dead end, a place where people like us stay trapped in the same cycles: cycles of poverty, shame and misery. There were no opportunities, no future. Just broken down buildings inhabited by broken down people. And I swore i wasn't going to be one of them.

I worked whatever jobs I could find, saved every cent I could scrape together, counting the days until I could leave for college. The money I had put together wouldn't pay for my college acceptance fee talk more of getting a space where I would lay my head, so I applied for different scholarships. Some fully sponsored, while some partly sponsored. I was ready to make do with anyone that came my way.

Today was like every other day in my life. I was currently working one of my many odd jobs in the factory. The machines droned on. Thier constant hums filled the factory as I wiped the dripping sweat from my forehead. My arms ached from lifting crates, and the smell of grease and metal clung to my clothes.

I glanced at the old clock on the wall at the far end of the factory. Two more hours, just two more hours before my shift was over. I always couldn't wait to get out of here, but it always felt like time deliberately moved slower in this space.

I reached for another crate, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I almost ignored it. Probably a reminder for my next shift or some random spam message, but something made me check. My fingers fumbled as I pulled out the phone, glancing at the screen and for a second, I froze.

It was a message, a message from Pan Western University.

My heart skipped a beat, my hands suddenly shaking as I unlocked the phone. No, it couldn't be what I thought it was. But there it was, staring right back at me.

"Congratulations! You have been accepted in Pan Western University on a fully funded scholarship."

I blinked, my mind struggling to catch up. This could be an illusion. What? I read it again, then again and again. Accepted. Accepted. Scholarship. It was real. It wasn't me being delusional.

Pan Western University, the most prestigious university in the whole of Bay View City had just offered me a fully funded scholarship. The noise from the factory faded in the background. It was just me and this message.

I ran out of the factory, onto the back of the building where it was most quiet. And then, out of nowhere, the tears came. I didn't even try to stop them. I just sank to the floor, sobbing, clutching my phone so tight that it hurts.

My body shook with every sob, but I didn't care. I couldn't stop it. It was happening. Going to college, it was actually happening.

For so long, this had been nothing more than a dream. And now... Now I had it. I was going to leave. I was going to leave Ravel Creek to Bay View City, to Pan Western University.

I wiped at my face, barely able to see through the tears, and laughed-an actual laugh. The kind that felt foreign to me that it almost scared me. I checked the message again, just to be sure. But it was still there. It wasn't a mistake, it wasn't a dream, it was real!

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Latest Release: Chapter 5 BEKAH MEETS LILA   12-12 17:44
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1 Chapter 1 BEKAH
11/12/2024
2 Chapter 2 REGGIE
11/12/2024
3 Chapter 3 BEKAH LEAVES RAVEL CREEK
11/12/2024
4 Chapter 4 THE ORIENTATION EXERCISE
11/12/2024
5 Chapter 5 BEKAH MEETS LILA
11/12/2024
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