Behind closed doors

I open the door leading out to The bustling Streets of New York City. The snow falls in light amounts and spreads over the city evenly. The city looks like a dream, a picture you would see on a travel agents commercial. "Bye Cam!" Nicole yells as i head out of work. "Bye" i murmer as i head out into the winter wonderland. Going home doesnt sound pleasant to me so ill kill time. Had to work another shift? no, Traffic? Maybe if he will believe it took 3 hours to drive 12 blocks. unlikely. I can think of an excuse later. Right now i just need to figure out where to go. I turn the key in the ignition of the mercedes gullwing, Daddy has alot of money just too bad he spends it on drugs.

My red beanie stands out against the mush of people wearing blacks, greys and browns. The toussles of my curls bouncing off my shoulder with every click of my prada heels. I think about my birthday. I'll be 18 in 4 months. I'll take my sister and we'll go. Just us, somewhere else. Anywhere but here. Shit! My sister. I press the gas harder and speed through the streets. If its a good day, my sister will be fine. But it's not unusual to walk through the door to see her with a new bruise. Unlike me, she doesnt have the make up to cover it. I take off my shoes as i enter the apartment building and sprint up the stairs my chocolate hair flowing behind me. I reach the door and just like everyday i wonder how the people in this building don't realise what happens to us everyday, behind closed doors.

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