The 25 year old Harley just moved to Texas trying to leave everything behind. Having only lived a life full of pain, heart break and disappointment she promises herself to only focus on herself and finally make a living of her own. Her biggest passi...
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Chapter 2: The Background
"Tell me. We've got time." He smiled.
Our food arrived and he started chewing on a fry. Could I really tell him? Why not. I would probably never see him again anyway.
"Well. Los Angeles hasn't been nice to me. With 18 I moved together with my best friend. Mary. But it turned out she liked my boyfriend more than me. They have been fooling around behind my back. In the apartment I always paid for. That he didn't spend a dime on. In fact he didn't spend a fucking dime on anything. I was like a walking bank account to him. And I was all too happy that these two got along so well since I started travelling so much. But instead of weeping my heart out in California to some sunny boy I decided it's best to start new."
"Wow. That's....wow"
"Yeah wow"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude"
"No its ok. "
"But won't you miss your friends?"
"What friends?" I scoffed. "The only friend I had was Mary. Well and Jason."
"And your parents?"
"My parents died when I was 16. "
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"No, no. It's ok. My father....well...he was schizophrenic. During one of his periods he killed himself and my mother."
"Dear Lord. That's... I don't even know what to say."
"Yeah. Well he believed that someone was after him. He spotted an affair at every corner. It didn't help that he worked as a screenwriter. He made up so many stories that it was hard for him to separate what was real and what was fiction. He started to think that my mom was after him. He thought that the government planted some kind of chip into my mom to spy on him. He wanted to protect us. So he got her and himself into a car crash."
"Harley... that is. How did you survive this?" I looked at his face. The pained expression almost killing me.
"Honestly. I miss them. Espacially my mom. She was the most amazing person on earth. Someone so calm and loving. But I can never forgive my dad. Due to his sickness I never was really close to him. But I do wonder what my life would be like now if they were still alive. I know I would have walked away at some point. But my mom. Well she loved him. Even during his worst moments. And it made me stronger. Because it made me believe that if she could so deeply love a man that was no good for her than I can maybe find a man that will treat me good. But maybe I was just wrong." I sighed and looked around. I wished for my mom to appear right at this second. Telling me she loved me and everything would be ok. But she didn't.
"What happened to you afterwards?"
"I was put into foster care. Of course that wasn't easy. I was way too old. I was send from one family to another. Only being a cheap help to them. When I was almost 18 they put me into a family of an older couple. They were lovely. They supported my wish to become a Makeup Artist. But when I turned 18 I had to move out. And I lost all contact to them after they moved. I moved in with Mary and started college and blogging. And soon after I met Jason."
