The Real Devil

In this story. My name is Becky and I'm a guardian (for now). I am the thin line between good and evil. The evil side calls me but I help good people. Every Friday I go to a bar and I end up drinking a lot. There's always this man that looks at me and creeps me out. We never talk. Umm...what else? Oh! I don't have parents and I'm 220 years old which in normal age is 22. I live in a house deep in the woods. This is my story...