The life of a Mercenary
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  • Reads 3,587
  • Votes 79
  • Parts 14
  • Time 50m
Complete, First published Jun 24, 2019
Since the day I was born, my life has been like a roller coaster. I was born to a mercenary and a unnamed man.  We lived with little money to spare and it was hard, but whenever me and my brother turned eight we where forced into the life of a mercenary. It wasn't a easy life, and I didn't enjoy it, but it kept us alive. It wasn't until I was sixteen and my mother passed away that I was able to leave that life.... and my brother behind. At the age of eighteen I would meet my boyfriend and father of my child. I thought that my life was complete and that my past had died, but I soon learned that you can't hide from the past.... it always finds you.
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