his precious Queen

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J Leaves my side as He walks over to my mother. her eyes turn wide as she cowers into her self. she looked pathetic, a perfect mirror of my past. I couldn't help but laugh. J glances over his shoulder, his eyes narrow only a fraction. but I see the amusement swirl in his Grey eyes.

he Grips the back of my mothers neck. forcing her face forward. with his tattooed hand he squishes her cheeks together. J hums. 

"so Tense." J comments, then he tuts as he slaps her cheek. "you should celebrate." He grins. "You'll die by My woman's hands, such a...opportunity happens once." 

I take a step forward. while i'm happy to see J I don't feel like he is himself right now. and by the way he looks it's like he hasn't slept since I've been here. and I don't know how long i've been sat on that chair. I'm still not fucking sure if it's night or day but at this point I just want to Get Naked and sleep for a month.

"Let's go home." J returns my grin. as he Forces my mother forward. 

she stumbles as She sobs. I don't even bother looking back at my Father.

I didn't want to see him for another second. 

The halls are empty as we walk through them. my Mother, Father and Emily walk in front of us. there Hands bound behind there back. The only one who isn't a complete shaken mess is Emily. I tighten the grip on J's hand, the scrape of rings Brings me comfort. 

The jokers goons round the corner, Guns in their Hands as they wear Riot helmets, and armour.

In a pathetic attempt to escape my mother Whimpers, Running to the nearest Man she found. "Please help me." She Pleaded. and for once she wasn't all put together, each strand of hair was strewn from her once neat up do. for most of my child hood she wore the same damned up do. it was refreshing seeing it so messy. 

"Not gonna happen sweets." Harley's Brooklyn accent somehow became thicker as He snarled. Gripping her bat as she Narrowed her eyes. 

I shook my head. "What?" She questioned innocently. 

"Since when do you care about me?" 

J tightened his fingers around my own. Only briefly do I glance at him, and even then I lean forward and Peck his cheek.

 affection will calm him down, just enough to keep him from blowing someone's head off. and while physical contact with me helps, kissing or groping him makes him calm down instantly. 

if i didn't already know he was Crazy I would call Him demented.

"I do." She Tilts her head. "maybe a lil too much suga." 

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Sucking in the Cool Evening air was Like being poor and then being given a million dollars. I truly didn't know what I had Until I was stuck in that room that's for sure. 

J was still fuming about what harley had said before we left, I could practically see his hand iching for his gun, ready to blow her head off.

But could he Remove a big part of his
Past.
 
I know as Much as I wanted to Pretend my past was Erased. it wasn't. I still had years worth of Memories with Emily, with my Parents. some good, but the Majority of them where enough to make a Statue cry. 

i couldn't pretend any of  it didn't happen, I couldn't Pretend it was simply something I made up. not when the huge part of my past was in front of me. 

He wanted to kill all three of them, Emily. My parents. 

I couldn't take my eyes off the Wall of the van, to the empty brown spot beside Emily's head, I couldn't hear. couldn't speak. everything felt I did fall asleep and any moment I could end up waking up.