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Growing up I was always taught that there was a clear line between right and wrong. That there was no room for question when it came to what should be done and what shouldn't.

For the longest I really believed that. I mean come on, my father was a cop and my grandfather before him. Even my Uncle Clyde was a cop. My daddy used to tell my stories about how much uncle Clyde hated cops because he was the "rebellious" son, now look at him. He's the sheriff.

My father would have been, if he hadn't passed away from cancer. My mom died a long time ago, so when my father passed I had to live with my Uncle.

When I graduated from highschool he asked me to join the force. I didn't really know if that's what I wanted but I said yes because everyone in my family had done it.

I used to want to be a performer but my family thinks that stuff like that doesn't have any real money in it. At least that's what my Aunt Lynn and Grandma Sarah say.

Family is a really important thing to me. Growing up without both parents definitely took its toll on me so I always try to please them. I'm a bit of a people pleaser. I try to say no to people but I never can.

I've been in the force for maybe three years now. I actually enjoy it, most of the time. Sometimes it can be very exhausting and time consuming. And since my Uncle is the sheriff everything is ten times harder.

Some people in the precinct think I only got my job because of my Uncle. But in reality my uncle wouldn't even help me fill out the paperwork to apply. He said if I got the job I'd have to do it all on my own.

And I did. But for some reason people still talk about me like a dog. I thought after I graduated high school all the drama and gossip would stay there, I was terribly wrong.

Adults talk more shit than children do. It's so childish. I don't understand it. I try to be really nice and I even bring in muffins and stuff in the mornings, but all I get are harsh glares and dirty whispers.

I almost quit a few weeks ago, but then I thought about how disappointed my parents would be if I did. So, I stuck around. I just ignore everyone. Except my uncle and the handful of friends I have.

My friend Kelly, she's amazing. She's crazy, but so sweet. She's the kinda girl that lives a "double life". She's an officer of the law by day and a wannabe stripper by night. Her words, not mine.

She goes out clubbing all the time. It amazes me that she comes to work and she's not ever hungover. She got me to go out with her once, I never went again. Not because I didn't enjoy myself, but because I'm an in house kinda girl.

I'd rather sit in the house all day and read or binge watch TV before I step foot into a club. Sometimes I force myself to go out and actually enjoy life with Kelly, but it takes some serious convincing on my end.

Kelly seems to think I'm a homebody because I don't have anyone to entertain me. In simple terms, she's saying I need a man. Or in her words "A man to fuck me to sleep every night". If only she knew.

It wasn't that I didn't have a man, because I definitely did. Matter of fact, I had a few of them. I just couldn't be seen in public with them. None of them. Not one.

They were criminals and I was the law. Or at least I was supposed to be. I guess you could say I show some favoritism when it comes to my job. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. The things that I have experienced in the last 8-9 months, I've never felt before.