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       They Call Her a Sinner [ open-ish]
       By: Dominica Cruzas Date: September 14, 2012, 4:57 am
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       You know where it ends, it usually depends on where you start.
       It started in this little place. The T.V. still blared. Hispanic
       soap operas. The dog was so old now that he didn't bother to
       bark. He simply thumped his tail on the carpet, the grey of his
       face speaking heavily of how many years the hound had seen.
       Still, the big, slightly milky eyes of the dog said that he
       loved his humans.
       The smell of cooking onions, and of something spicy wafted
       through the air. A woman, mocha skinned much like her daughter,
       washed dishes at the small sink. She moved like her hands hurt
       her. The knuckles were gnarled things. Though only 35, Sierra
       Cruzas had an extra 15 years on her frame and face.
       Once she'd been a very pretty woman. A smile that could light up
       a room. That was, in fact, where her daughter had inherited her
       own. Long, dark hair cafe au lait skin, and pretty eyes that
       never stopped shining. Those days were long past, as bitterness,
       hard times and alcohol had etched lines into her forehead and in
       furrows around her mouth. She didn't smile very often anymore.
       She hadn't in a long time.
       Sierra Cruzas believed in two things. Her God and her switch.
       Spare the rod and spoil the child had been her favorite line to
       spout. And her daughter was never good enough. What good was a
       child that didn't bow down? She hated leaving her sister in
       this.
       Teresa Cruzas was as pretty as her older sister. And had already
       begun using it to get what she wanted. And what she wanted was a
       life in the fastlane. It scared Nica. She watched her baby
       sister mix with the men she'd run with. They were great friends
       to have, partners in crime. But none of them knew how to not
       treat a woman badly. She was watching her younger sister become
       a street ho.
       Her mother had long given up on trying to fix Teresa, making
       dire predictions about her getting pregnant early. Today, said
       sister sat on the couch, watching the silly drama on the screen.
       Nica sighed in relief. At least she was in the house.
       She moved into the kitchen, her face resigned to a lecture. "Hi,
       Mama." She said softly. She got a look from Sierra, but no
       words. Nica shook her head, face contorting in disgust as she
       turned away. Nevermind that she paid the rent, the utilities
       here. It wasn't enough. Welcome fuckin' home to me.
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