In Hiding // Ricky 'Horror' Olson

The Move

|Harley's POV|FLASHBACK|

"I can't believe you, Laura! After all we've been through!" My dad screamed from upstairs.

"Mark, please, I-I can explain!" I threw down my bag before running up the stairs, careful not to slip and fall.

"No! I'm done, this marriage is over. I'm taking Harley and we're leaving."

"Mom? Dad? W-what's going on?"

"Go wait in the car, Harley, I'll be right out." Although I wanted to know what had gone down before I came home from school, I obeyed and made my way downstairs, grabbing my bag again before walking outside, sliding into the front, passengers side seat of my dads old pick up truck.

"-over!" And just like that, everything changed.

|FLASHBACK OVER|

I had never seen my dad so down. Unhappy. Depressed. It all happened so fast. He's gotten so cold towards everyone and everything. Including me.

We soon pulled into our new houses drive way, having to move all the way too Seattle.

"We're here."

"I see that." I stared at the large, dark blue, Victorian house in front of me. "It's beautiful." (PICTURE OF HOUSE ON THE SIDE)

We had spent the whole day unpacking. I yawned, slipping into bed after getting into comfier clothing. Soon enough I had let sleep take over.

* * *

"Sweetie, it's time for you to wake up, you've got school." I groaned in my pillow, hearing dad walk back out of my room. Yesterday he had let me decorate it however I wanted which I thought was pretty rad. I painted my walls a deep purple, the trim black. I hung up black see-through curtains, the same material hung around my four-poster bed, my bed set white. I had put black, hardwood furniture around my room, the rooms carpet the same white as my blankets.

* * *

"I hope you have a good day at school, sweetie, call me if you need anything."

I stood in front of my new school, wanting nothing more than to just run back home and shy away in my room, but sadly that's out've the question. It looked like a generic ass school from every high school movie ever filmed.

I quickly walked past all the kids out in the front, not wanting to be late and embarrass myself even more. Making my way to the front office, immediately earning unwanted attention from everyone in here. I mean, it's not everyday a chick that most people describe as 'emo' or even 'goth' walk into your schools office.

"Oh, you must be Harley, I'm principal Walsh," he held out his hand, a smile playing at his thin lips.

I hesitantly shook his hand, nodding slightly. "Alright, well let's just get down to it."

* * *

I screamed as soon as I stepped foot through the doors of my house.

"How'd it go?" My dad asked from the kitchen.

"What do you think?" I huffed, sitting down on one of the bar stools. "Kids are assholes." He chucked at that.

"What'd they do?"

"Oh, I don't know, nearly pushed me down the fucking stairs, took my bag and flung it and everything inside it down the main hallway in between third and fourth period, oh and let's not forget the asshole that thought it'd be funny to pull my chair out from under me." I seethed, remembering.

"Oh, man. What'd you do to them?"

"What I wanted to do to them? I wanted to kill all of them. What I did do to them? Spit into their food at lunch when they all decided to go for a bathroom break." He gave me a pleased look, sliding over a cup of coffee before going into the living room.

I decided to go take a hot bath, wanting to relax myself from all of today's gameplay.

I slowly shed of my clothes, the steaming water already been put into the tub, I was just about to get in until I heard a sound from my room that just so happened to be connected.

"Dad?" I wrapped a towel around my pale, naked body. "Is that you?"

"Not even close." Someone whispered in my ear, their breath hitting my neck.

I screamed, clutching the towel closer to my body as I turned around. I came face to face with a somewhat short guy, although he was still a bit taller than me- everyone seems to be. He had pale skin, blue- almost grey eyes. His bottom lip held three piercings. He wore a bit of eyeliner and eyeshadow on and he looked around my age.

"Who're- what're you doing in here!?"

"Shut up! Do you want your dad to hear us!?"

"Matter-a-fact, yes. Da-!" He quickly covered my mouth, pushing me slightly up against the wall behind us- or well, in front of him.

He finally took his hand off my mouth, "listen."

I rolled my eyes, clutching the white towel closer to me before crossing my arms.

"I've actually been living here for three months-,"

"What the fuck. How?" I interrupted.

"I was getting to that before you decided to be a lil bitch and interrupt me." He rolled his eyes, sitting down on the chair in front of my desk, kicking his feet up. "I've been living in the attic for about three months now, my parents kicked me out."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen. You?" He asked, grabbing a book off my shelf.

"Sixteen. I turn seventeen next month."

"Cool," he mumbled, dragging his fingers across the dusty cover, he finally looked up at me. "You should probably go take your bath now," he winked.

I sighed frustratingly, rolling my eyes. Just as I was about to turn around, he suddenly grabbed my arm, looking into my brown eyes. "Oh, and let's keep this between us, Harley." He smirked, finally letting me go.

How the fuck does he know my name?