The air tasted harsh and dead in the back of the young brunettes throat as she walks down the street. Her long black trench coat pulled tightly across her chest to try and protect herself from the harsh coldness seeping into her skin from the late winter night that had settled over Boston. Her whiskey coloured eyes were trailing the alley walks and walkways in front of her – each gaze and twitch of her eyes calculated and precise so that nothing and no one crept up on her without her knowledge. A headache thrummed at the edges of her mind as she tried to reign in the barrage of thoughts assaulting her from either side – some harsh, some lustful and others just plain happy so happy that the brunette was tempted to slam her fist into the face of anyone who walked past her.

With her head high and her steps brisk and fast she walks down the street that brings her to her neighbour hood and picks up her pace as her shitty apartment complex grows nearer. Normally she dreads each night she has to return to this piece of shit house but tonight she can’t wait to revel in the peace and solitude it provides her from the torment of the day she has just endured. She practically runs up the steps leading into the apartments the main door once holding an electronic keypad that you had to have an access code to work but the little piece of technology had fallen pray to vandalism long before the brunette had moved into the block. Her steps never falter from the brisk pace she set them in as she runs up the stairs leading to her floor and over to her apartment door. She pulls the keys out of her pocket and inserts them in the key and with a quick flick of her wrist unlocks the only way the door stays locked and pulls the key out before pushing on the wood door allowing her access to the dingy place she calls home.

Without turning any lights on she pivots on her feet once she’s closed the door and locks up back up and places the other four locks – which can be only locked from the inside – into their homes making it almost impossible for anyone to enter the apartment. She reaches her right hand out and turns on the small light and lets out a harsh sigh of relief as she sees the place untouched and left in the same disarray that she had placed it in before she left this morning. She shrugs out of her trench coat and throws it over the nearest chair as she looks at her phone to see she has four voicemails waiting for her to listen to. She presses the small button and waits as the dreaded woman drones through the usual shit she has to do before the messages meet the brunette’s ears. The voice that comes over the small speaker stops the woman in her steps and all of her focus to become trained on the voice.

“Bellatrix I know you are there,” a harsh sighs comes over the speakers and Bellatrix can almost imagine the speaker running a stressed hand through his tawny hair before he speaks again “Please ring me Bella, I am worried about you. We all are”

The call ends and Bellatrix listens as the other three messages follow the same routine, the male speaker pleading with her to ring him and at least let him know that she is still alive and out there somewhere. But Bellatrix can’t find it in her heart to pick up the phone and return the calls and instead reaches out a tanned and shaky finger and presses the delete button before turning and walking over to where her small TV sits and turns it on placing the volume on high – the volume being enough to cause anyone a headache but bringing Bellatrix a sense of peace – before walking towards the pathetic excuse of a kitchen. The voice from the voicemails ringing in her ears causing Bellatrix to let out a shrewd curse underneath her breath as she slams her fist into the nearest wooden cupboard – the pain from the action not registering as she watches as her hands spread with redness and swells up to a size that isn’t natural yet to Bellatrix is a rare occurrence. The voice that had caused such a rise in her anger was the voice of her old brother in-law whom she hadn’t seen for the better part of two years. She knew with wry amusement that he would find her phone number somehow no matter how hard she had worked to conceal it – the only piece of security she had that he didn’t know about was the untraceable cell phone that is currently pressed against her legs in the pocket of her jeans.

“You know he won’t give up.”

Bellatrix jumps and turns around to see an older brunette leant against the wall, her ankles crossed and her right eyebrow raised tauntingly as she stares at the younger brunette with a steely gaze.

“What are you doing here?”

The older brunette shrugs nonchalantly “One of us had to find you.”

“And it just had to be you.” Bellatrix asks raising her eyebrow

The older brunette pushes off the wall and saunters over to Bellatrix “Well I’m a persuasive girl and know how to get what I want.” She shrugs “And I know you better then anyone else in our family so yes Bellatrix it had to be me.”

“Lucine,” Bellatrix sighs “I don’t want to come home if that is the reason as to why you are currently in my apartment.”

“You mean shit tip not an apartment love.” Lucine chuckles “And you need to be with the family.”

“No I don’t”

“Will you stop being a neurotic freak and for once open your fucking eyes Bellatrix” Lucine growls her anger slowly releasing from the place she stored it “We are a family and we are meant to stick together.”

“Family,” Bellatrix snorts “All the fucking family cares about Lucine is blood loyalty. Who is the strongest, who is getting married to who? That is the bullshit that our family believes in Lucine not about us having to stick together”

“You don’t know that Bellatrix”

“Don’t I”

“Since you left Bell,” Lucine sighs using the nickname she gave Bellatrix when they were younger “Things have changed. There are new rules, new people in charge.”

“It will never change Luc; it will always be the same.” Bella sighs

A silence in which you could hear a pin drop settles over the two sisters as they both stand looking at each other. There eyes glazed over with the emotions and words in which neither of them want to voice knowing that each word which would leave their lips is to heavy and carries a burden in which neither of them could carry at this moment.

Lucine sighs and turns on her foot and walks out of the apartment shutting it behind her a wry smile on her face at the fact that Bella thought she had locked the place up. Bella turns and looks at the closed door in which her sister had just walked out before dropping her head down to rest in on her chest. She knew someone would come looking for her and in the darkest crevice of her mind she knew it to be Lucine she just hoped she had more time.

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