Autumn {PK} (FINISHED)

My life. It was pretty average. Before I got to high school. I was daddy’s girl. I did everything he asked. Without hesitation. My only dream was to impress him. Get his smile of satisfaction. To get a pat on the back from him. He was my Idol. I thought he meant everything to me, after… after he saved me from the clutches of my mother’s desperate hands. He thought he was doing the right thing. He knew I would go. I would go without hesitation. I was his puppet. I was too young to understand what any of it meant. But I grew up. I grew up and saw what he was trying to do. He was using me. He was using his daughter. Using me to get what he wanted. To get back together with mother. But I wasn’t going to let that happen after all the pieces feel into place.


When high school started all the pieces of my life came together as clear as crystal. I could see through my father. I could see through anything he did. Telling me it was best for me? Telling me that it was all going to be alright as long as I listened to everything he said. I would snarl at him. Screech at him. Ask him to leave me alone. I left him. It shattered him yeah. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t see that man ever again. And I haven’t. not one glimpse. He kept out of my life I kept out of his. You see. He took me away from my mother. Turned me against her. when she was the one who really loved me. And after what he did to her! I wasn’t about to get off my high horse and help try win her back. He was a skank. Slut. And he deserved to burn in hell.


I didn’t go back to my mother. The man had changed me. The man I had looked at. Saw as my father. I couldn’t even look at my mother without feeling guilty, so how was I supposed to love her? I stayed away. I moved to the out streets where life was rough. Where I got into drugs and alcohols and what not. That’s what happened out there. No one gave a rat’s ass. I loved it. I had the time of my life. I still do. But now? Now I have status. I am a peacekeeper. I love it. I get what I want, not that I couldn’t before, but now I barley have to lift my tongue. How I got to became one? Well that’s a tough question. See after my bazar life I decided I wanted money. And what better way to get it? special treatment. I get all the money I want. The course was easy, just had to pull out some of my charm.

Long story cut short! Well not really, my life is a short story… so I’m not cutting it any shorter! Why did I become a peacekeeper? Well that’s a simple question. First of all it started with my motivation. To put people like my father away. Behind bars, but then the money side of it caught my attention. Oh boy did I love money and want more of it. money was my friend. We were born for each other. I love money, money loves me! That simple. I didn’t really put that mush thought into it, the day I decided to sign up for the training, (I was pretty drunk… Wait I might have been high!) I just decoded then and there that I want it. I tell people that it’s just because of the money… but really deep down I can feel that it’s not. And sometimes I think it is because of him. You may not understand that, but if I ever meet him in the street…. I would love to have his head on a plaque, in my room.

Now I’m a peacekeeper. I have the life of my dreams and get away with anything. What better could you want?