The Walls Listen| Part 2
The park was empty at night, cold and scary. But it was a preferred place to be at than home, especially the weekends. At least for her. A young kid, no older than ten, was taking refuge in this place. She held her legs close to her body as she trembled with cold, her almost pale, pink skin a great contrast with her long jet black hair. Resting behind those bushes, so no beggar or sketchy person could see her, she did her best to be quiet. A task that proved difficult, her bruises still too fresh. "Daddy! Look at it!" The joyful voice of a little girl was heard. She raised her head slightly and tried to find the owner of this voice through the foliage of the bushes. A little girl with red hair and expensive-looking clothes holding the hand of a bald man wearing a black suit. She
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