The Gotham Queen

Chapter 20

I manage to make it to my car. I'm walking slowly, but my body is moving better than it had been in the bathroom. Thank God I'm wearing a red tank top today, so the blood is just barely noticeable. You'd have to be really paying attention to notice it.

When I make it to my car, I carefully kneel to the ground and start to slowly gather my things, throwing them back into my purse. I'm surprised Kyle had left any of it here, but I'm grateful all the same. As I'm grabbing my things, my phone goes off and I pick it up. I have three missed calls from my father, and I almost throw the stupid little thing. How did he even get my number? Not even Kyle has that anymore.

I almost don't answer it because I really don't want to deal with my father, but what the hell could he do? Not like my life can hit any more rock bottom than it already has. I hit the green button and put the phone to my ear.

"Mr. Quinzel, to what do I owe the unpleasantness of this completely worthless call?" I ask my father, not giving any shits at the fact that I'm angering him. In fact, I think I'm pretty much out of any fucks let to give, and I don't really care what anyone does to me by this point. I just don't care.

"Harleen, don't you dare get smart with me. You are to call me father, dad, or nothing at all. You know the rules. Now, I'm calling you in regard to your engagement. I have yet to see you publicly with Kyle, and you need to fix this. Also, you will pick out your date soon, and it must be within the remaining part of the year." My father says, ordering me around. I growl out in anger as I glare heatedly at the ground below me.

"Are you fucking serious?! The reason I'm not in the public eye is because I genuinely look like I've been hit by a fucking train! Kyle has bruised and broken my body to hell and back, including my face! Not to mention, who in their right mind would marry someone who beats and rapes them?!" I snap at him, and I start to laugh at the joke that really is my life.

Go, Harley! Give him hell!

"I will...Now, Mr. Quinzel, I just finished picking up my nearly dead body off the mall's bathroom floor and cleaned up all my blood. You call your asking about a wedding that's for your daughter and a woman beating rapist!! Well, let me tell you something, father! There will be no fucking wedding even if I have to die to get out of it! I will not go through this bullshit anymore, and I will not let you force me to do what I don't want to!! You can kiss my white ass and go suck Kyle's unpleasing dick!!" I scream at the top of my lungs into the phone before I end the call and throw my phone harshly into my purse.

There's the badass Harley that I know! I'm so proud of you!! You kicked ass!

I smile and grin at the feeling of making someone proud. I giggle, then start laughing as I get into my car. My laughing starts to turn hysterical as I think about everything my life has led me to. I've done everything that I'm told to do, but that didn't make me happy. I don't like being unhappy, so I'm going to change that. I refuse to be unhappy anymore. Look out world, Harleen Quinzel died in that bathroom, and Harley Quinn's in town now.

I start my car, then look in the review mirror and watch her smile at me. I return the smile and square my shoulders as I get serious.

"I will never ever cry over another man like this ever again. I will never let anyone break me like this again, and I will never allow myself to break for anyone. I will not be that weak girl who can't take care of herself. I am a strong, independent woman who has a right to her own opinions." I tell myself as I pull out of the parking lot and start to drive towards the main road.

Yes, you are.

"I will never let another person lay their hands on me ever again. I will not let anyone's words bring me down, and I will get out of this. I'm Harley fucking Quinn!! No one controls me ever again!" I shout as I drive down the road, heading to the one place I want to be more than anything.