Harley
I was trapped in a hell I couldn't escape. This time I couldn't speed away, I couldn't block him, I was forced to deal with it. But I didn't know if I could. I looked at myself up and down in the crystal clear mirror, placed in a spotless bathroom, in a magazine image house. This was who I was forced to stay with, a millionaire. I didn't want his money, I didn't want his fake smiles, or his pretend selflessness. I didn't want it because unlike TMZ, unlike all of the magazines, I knew what happened behind closed doors. I looked at my hands, not truly believing they were mine and sank to the floor, I watched as my face seemed to change into a million other ones and listened as voices buzzed through my head as if they were on a highway. A highway straight to hell that is.
