RASKE, DIANA J.

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full name diana jolie raskelewski date of birth 03.11.87 home town denver, co current city new york education BA in business occupation club owner & silent partner @ strip club ________________________________________ Growing up, my most vivid memories were that of my parents. Always of my parents. Such happy people. My mother with her pale hair and dark eyes and that infectious laughter. Her smile was golden - everyone thought so. She was humorous and beautiful and youthful even back then. There was always laughter in those memories because my father was a handsome devil of a man who had his own off-brand sense of humor. A wealthy Dutch and Polish man who fell in love with my Russian ballerina of a mother. They were always out on an adventure and would include me, and eventually Piper when she was born, when they could. It's almost sad how I barely even think of those time anymore. I barely even think of them at all anymore. Some wounds just don't need to be rubbed raw. I was sixteen when my parents died from a car accident. A drunk driver flipped the car and it ended up exploding with them still inside. Both of my parents were orphans and had no immediate family that were willing to accept a sixteen year old child and her eleven year old sister so, Piper and I went into foster care. The only good thing was that we were taken in together, but the trailer trash family that took us in essentially were no better than the streets of LoDo Denver.  My parents were probably rolling in their graves when our foster home was decided. They had become extremely overprotective over me and then Piper when she came around because of a past experience. When I was seven, I was abducted and apart of a huge child trafficking organization that the FBI had been tracking for years. I was gone for four days, but in those close confined areas with the touchy men and urine soaked clothing, beds, and other girls it was much too long and would sour my mind for the rest of my life. I think that on top of losing my one security blanket, I simply shut down. I focused on Piper and what they would want for her. Not what was good for Diana, but what would save Piper from experiencing that.  My role as Piper's sister took a drastic turn when our parents died. I began shielding her from the ugliness of the world because she was still so young. I don't know what came over me but I was determined never to let the bad touch my sweet cherub faced little sister. So, I did what I had to do at sixteen by getting a job and taking the brunt of any drunken anger our foster mother, Annabelle, dished out. If I could keep something from Piper for her benefit, I did. I sheltered the hell out of her to the point of obsession and simply ignored my own issues. When I turned 18 I got custody of her and moved us out of Denver with money I had saved and help from a friend. We moved to New York and things just got more complicated. I had only seen the main goal as getting Piper away from there, but not the financial costs. My day job working retail at a popular boutique wasn't cutting costs. I was approached by a guy named Smitty who owned a local high roller strip club during a co-worker's bachlorette party and started stripping at nights to cover everything.  It got better but it didn't get easier and when stripping wasn't enough to pay for everything, I was approached by an escort service and started that. I can't say I'm neither proud or ashamed. Well, I'm not ashamed because I got what I needed to get done. It's not something I talk about and it's not something I bring up for table conversations. I'm not upset about it, but Piper gets pretty bent out of shape. She's the reason I eventually quit, you know? She found out and threw a fucking fit and screamed at me, "I'M GETTING A JOB AND YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT AND YOU NEED TO QUIT OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'M MOVING OUT."  I guess I wasn't ready to let her go so I let that go and used the money that I had saved from that to open up Rai, my night club. At 23, an unknown inheritance came in from trust funds our parents set up and their death policies. I suppose if I had known I wouldn't have had to stoop to the levels I did to keep a roof over Piper and I's heads, but then again now I know neither of us will take it for granted and become spoiled in the lap of luxury. A year ago Smitty contacted me to help him out at the club and I eventually let the smooth-talking bastard get me to agree to silent partner the club with him because, and I quote, "I can't keep dealing with these bitches and their bitch shit. At least you have the same shit goin' on and have the answers. All I get are high pitched screams when I suggest shit." I had to take pity on him. Smit loved his girls, but they were just that - girls - and even though he kept security high and their needs priority, the backstage stuff always made him run in the opposite direction. So now I own two high status businesses, my little sister's in college, and I don't know what the fuck to do with my life except keep Alessia from going to jail forever.  ________________________________________ your name cailyn play-by dioni tabbers your most recent work wut