Chapter 6- Breaking and Forming

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Izaya's POV

I was in my cell sitting on my bed looking at the roof, it was just another boring day in Arkham. Jerome is looking at the corner thinking who knows what. 

Then all a sudden my cell door opens, and I see Harley there, "Ello puddin". Harley says in bubbly voice. For a second, I feel like I'm hallucinating but I see Jerome stand up quickly about to attack the girl who just entered the cell. 

"Wow calm your farm down, you mummy cutter". I stare at her wide eyed and then I scream excitedly. Harley screams too as we both run to hug each other. I picked Harley up and spun her around. I then put her down and slapped her. "Don't you ever scare me like that again!" I say angrily. Harley wipes the water in her eyes and nods. I then spun her around again.
"Bitch, I thought you were going to be in a deep sleep forever like in sleeping beauty", I say as I move her body around.
"Puddin, you know me. It's hard to get rid of me", Harley smiles and does a peace sign with her fingers. "Good, I don't want you leaving me", I say. "She'll be leaving anyways". My dad comes into my cell. Harvey is behind him.
"What do you mean by, she'll be leaving anyways?" I asked him. My dad walks closer to me. 

He looks guilty.
"Dad. What do you mean by that?" I asked again but more seriously. Harley doesn't say anything; she knows what my dad means.
I turn to Harley. "Harley, what is he talking about?" Harley sniffs and looks down at the ground. I can see that tears have fallen down her face by the wetness on her cheeks and the messed-up mascara. I feel the frustration rise as I'm not getting any answers out of anyone.
"For god sakes, will someone just tell me what the fuck is going on!" I yell instantly snapping. I look around to my dad, Harvey, Harley and then Jerome. Jerome is just staring at me. He grins and then looks at my dad.
"Yeah Jimbo, why don't you tell your lovely daughter what's going on", Jerome says looking deep into my dad's eyes. My dad gives Jerome a stressed look as he breathes heavily through his nostrils. He then sighs and looks at me calming down a bit. 

"Harley's going to transfer to Belle Reve". It's like a spear had gone through my heart. My closest friend. The one friend that I consider as a sister. The one person who made me embrace my craziness and is the only one who fully understands me is now being wiped out of my life. "Why?" I ask weakly, a tear falls down my face. I then feel my anger rise. 

"WHY!?" I yell as I lunge at my dad, Harley tries to stop me, but I push her off me. I attacked my dad punching him, trying to take him to the ground.

I attacked my dad as Harley and Harvey tried to get me off him. I know Harvey was doing this because first, it was his job and second, Jim was like his best friend. Harley would usually just laugh at the scene. But I think this whole situation has changed her a bit. 

"Izaya, stop!" 

"Zay, get off him!" I hear everyone yell. 

I then feel a strong grip around my waist that pulls me fully away from my dad. I try to get back to him, but the person's hands hold my face and make me face them. It's Jerome. I stopped fighting. I look into his deep blue eyes. My brown eyes still have tears inside them, but I refuse to let any of them fall. From all people, I didn't expect Jerome to stop me. He seems like the kind of guy who would gladly watch you beat the shit out of someone and maybe join in with the fun. But Jerome stopped me. Why? "Jerome, let me go" I demand. 

"No Zay", my god he said my name. "You're falling apart, you need to breath", Jerome whispers so that I could only hear him. It takes me a while, but I slowly nod at him. Jerome takes his hands off my face. He then smiles and looks at everyone. "She's good as new", Jerome laughs at his joke. No one laughs with him though. I would laugh but I had no energy at the moment. I turned around to Harley. "Will we ever see each other again?" I ask weakly. Harley doesn't say anything and instead just hugs me tightly. I dig my face into her shoulder allowing some tears to fall. "I will work something out puddin", Harley whispers in my ear. I can hear the crack in her voice. 

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