As if your life didn't have enough "Ups and downs", it gradually gets worse. Detective James Gordon is always on your back, while his partner, Harvey Bullock, also your stepfather, is always busy either dealing with work or getting drunk. How much l...
(***Hello friends! I just wanted to give you a heads up that this part will be a little shorter than the last two. This part of the story isn't as long as you'd think, and i didn't really want to mash it up into the other parts. anyways! Enjoy! And Happy Reading!!****)
Back at home, (Harvey's apartment), Harvey was sitting alone at the table. Staring at the now stone-cold meals infront of him. He sighed.
"No... I should just give her some time. She'll show up." He whispered to himself.
5 seconds later, he pushes his chair back and stands up, grabbing a beer from the fridge, and popping it open. After taking a huge sip, he sat down, wiping his mouth with his arm. At least half an hour later, I finally get home. He stood up, quickly placing his bottle on the counter and staring at me sharply.
"Where the hell have you been?! Do you know what time it is?!" He yelled.
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"Fuck off! It's not like you care anyways. Don't try and pick up on this "Dad" thing now that it's just you and me!" I snapped back.
He grabbed my wrists.
"Do you not understand how dangerous these fucking streets are at midnight?!" He hissed.
"Since when does that matter to you?! Don't you understand? I hate how you treat me! Why should I care about getting hurt since I'm the child of a DEAD mother, whose husband doesn't give half a shit because he's fucking drunk most of the goddamn time! If not, then he's busy working his ass off just to go spend the money at the best bar in town!" I yelled, then covered my mouth as he immediately let go, his eyes just as broken looking like his old heart was.
".... Dad, I-" I whispered before he picked up his bottle and went to his room. He didn't even slam the door.
I stared at the food on the table. I blinked and then tears suddenly flooded my eyes. I had to get out of there. God, I hated him. But he was still part of my family. He was more of a dad to me than Sal ever was.
I quickly opened the door and left the building, wearing my grey, knitted sweater over a black spaghetti strapped tank top with baggy light grey sweatpants that went below my ankles. I kept wiping my tears with my sleeve. I just kept running.
I didn't know where to go. The next thing I know, I'm sitting inside Fish's club, at a lonely booth in the corner. She gave me free drinks since she liked me and didn't have a problem with me having the same blood as Don Maroni.
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"Ha! You really said that? Well, I'd say he deserves it. Even if he is better than your father." She said happily.
I blinked and looked away. My hair seeming a little messier than usual. Fish leaned forward with a bit of curiosity in her gorgeous eyes.
"Honey... were you... Running?" I looked back at her, then tucked some of my hair behind my ear.
"It was-" I tried to speak.
"Anxiety." She sat up straight and stared at me.
"I can help you. Teach you how to protect yourself." She stated.
I quickly ran my fingers through my hair and shook my head. "It's fine."
Then she interrupted me.
"But it's not fine. You're not fine. You need certain help that only certain people can give you. Let me tell you something." Her royal voice sent shivers down my spine.
"I know someone. You may not remember him, but he knows you like the back of his hand." She spoke.
Then I stayed quiet for a second. "He's not a psychopath... Is he?" I asked softly.
Then she smiled and chuckled lightly.
"No, of course not. Though if he was, I wouldn't send you to him. He isn't under anyone's name. It wouldn't typically be safe, but back to the point!"
I looked at her.
"Who?" I asked curiously.
She smiled at me. "I'm sure you'll know once you get there."
Then she pulled a small note out of her purse and slid it across the table towards me. I picked the piece of paper up and flipped it over so that only I could see it.
Haly's Circus.
No. I can't go back there. I quickly put the paper back down on the table and pushed back to her. She tilted her head, a soft smile stretching across her lips.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're scared." She teased.
"I..." Then her eyebrows raised.
"Oh, don't worry about it. It's not like he's going to hurt you. He's just going to keep you company. You'd better get going before he decides to run away himself." She smiled.
I really didn't know what to say. It was honestly really scary. What if he hates me? Was it the right thing to do?
