Mad Love. (A Jerome Valeska fanfiction)

prologue

4 years ago...

I'm 13 years old. My long white-blonde hair is tied in pigtails as I start getting ready for school. I have to be quiet so I don't wake either of my parents. I walk out of my room and head to the bathroom. I see my father lying on the sofa surrounded by beer cans and cigarette ash. I see his pack sitting on a pillow. I creep up and quickly grab it and run to the bathroom. "He won't notice," i heard in my head. I laughed, "I know."
I laughed again, the voices in my head were a normal thing to me. I knew I wasn't like the others, people told me, mainly my parents, that I'm different all the time. They never had to, I knew all on my own. I'm practically crazy.
Along with the voices, I also see shadows. I call them, or him, the Shadow man. He follows me everywhere, no body else sees him.
I start applying my makeup, just basic mascara. I quickly get changed into a pair of black jeans that I left on the floor and a bright red t-shirt. I check the time as I make my way back to my room, 6:40 am. I quickly grab my hoodie and pull on my mix matched sneakers, one black, one red. I go to grab my bag when my door creaks open. I turn around to see my father leaning against the doorway.
"Where do you think you're going?" He slurs, still drunk from the night before.
"I'm going to school," I roll my eyes, "duh," I say under my breath.
He stumbles over to me, leaning down, "what'd ya say?" I look away from his gaze. "Nothing," I spit. Next thing I knew I was lying on the ground, my cheek throbbing. I don't bother caring for the wound, I instead get up and wAlk out.
He tries to chase after me, I quickly walk through the living room. Once I made it into the kitchen im thrown the the floor. I land on my stomach but am quickly turned onto my back. I look up to my father. He pins my arms above my head. I kick and try to wiggle out of his grip. "Shhh," he hushed, "don't bother struggling. I won't let you get away this time. And you're mother's asleep with some other douche..." He said angrily.
That whore, said another voice. Why don't we put an end to this, said the other one. I smirk, causing father to paste a confused look to his face.
I start to laugh hysterically. Suddenly I feel confident, happy, a rush of adrenaline travels throughout my body. I knee him in the groin, causing him to roll over. "I won't let this happen," I grunt to myself. I scramble to my feet, immediately reaching for the knifes. Make this dickhead suffer.
I grab the biggest, sharpest one. "Oooo shinyy!" I squealed. I look back at my father who just now looked up at me. His face full of terror. I smile wide, lunging at him. I land on top of him, he swung at my face, successfully hitting my cheek bone. My face swings to the side, I grab my cheek as I look back at him. Holding the knife to his neck, " that was strangely pleasant, do it again!" I scream. I raise the knife, in one quick movement, digging it into his heart. I pull it out, releasing a flow of blood. I watch the life drain from his eyes. Just before he was fully gone, I drove the knife into his chest a few more times. I rolled to the floor lying on my back, laughing. I didn't stop laughing until I felt something wet hit my right side. I turn my head to see the blood puddle growing. My right pigtail got blood on the tips, and my clothes are now dripping. I grab the knife and head up stairs to my mothers bedroom. You know what to do. I quietly open the door, revealing my sleeping mother, and a random man half naked. I walk to the mans side of the bed. "She's not going to wake up, she's probably on so many drugs." I whisper to myself. I slowly climb onto the man, his eyes flutter open, I clasp my hand over his mouth, pointing the knife to his throat. His eyes widen in fear, I smile. "Hi there. Bet ya didn't know about me," I laugh quietly to the stranger. "Ya see, im her daughter, and my daddy was sleeping downstairs, while you fucked my mommy." I trace the knife down his chest. "Wonderin why I'm covered in blood?" I put a little curiosity into my voice, as his eyes move from my hair to my clothes. I start to giggle, "Get this! Since my mommys a whore, my daddy tries to sleep with me. So I killed him." His breathing starts to rapidly increase. I let out a laugh, looking at my mother, who's out cold. "Why not just kill her? You might ask," I say holding the knife to my chin. "Well, I want her to suffer. And without my daddy around, ya know, working," I growl, " making the money she uses to drink and go find you boys. She'll be hopeless. " I give his cheek a little slice with the knife, tracing it back to his neck. "She's never really hurt me, besides verbally, but that's not that bad. I'm a big girl. I can take some harsh words," I giggle. "So I'm going to stick to the males in the house, the asshole, disgusting men." I glare, digging the knife deeper into his neck. "Because I don't trust you. You're all pigs, and all the same. You're here to hurt us, hurt me." I start to slice across his throat, going deeper as it moves. "I'm not letting that happen anymore." I flick the blade deep and hard all the way. Blood immediately spills out soaking his own clothes, and most of the bed.
I run back into my room laughing at the sight of the messes I've made today. "She'll be pissed when she wakes up," I giggle, "I hope it makes it so distraught, it kills her." I pack some clothes into my backpack and head to my friend Ivy's house, she doesn't go to school very often, so I'll sneak over there and clean up.
I make my way to Ivy's apartment. I walk straight inside and to the bathroom. A few second later I hear ivy, "Harmony?" That's how you know Ivy's concerned, she called me by my full name instead of Harley. My friends call me Harley because I'm obsessed with them, and I'm good at stealing them too.
I pull her into the bathroom, and she looks at me in shock. "I finally did it." She gasps, but slowly smiles. "It's about time," she giggles. "Clean yourself up, I'll make us breakfast, the well call Cat." Cat, or Selina, is our friend who lives on the streets, she's 15. Ivy's the youngest, being 11. I quickly get in the shower, rinsing my blood soaked pigtail. "Are you fucking serious," I mutter. The blood stained the ends of my hair bright red. I get out and find clothes ivy laid out for me, they were actually luckily clothes I've left here. I walk out pointing to my hair, " what do I do about this??" She covers her mouth laughing. "I'm serious ivy!" I shout. "My mom has some hair dye under the sink in her bathroom. Maybe there's pink," she shrugs.
I make my way back to the bathroom and start going through the cabinets.
"You gatta be kidding me," I grunt. Inside the bottom cabinet is blue, purple and black hair dye. No red. "There's no red!" I call to ivy. "Improvise!" She shouts as she clanks some plates together.
I ponder at the color choices I have, "Improvise.....hmm why not mix blue and black a little?"
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After breakfast, Ivy dip-dyed the other pigtail a blue-black color. We sit on the couch when we hear a knock at the door. Not even a second later, Cat walks in. "Nice. None of you wait for an invitation inside," ivy laughs. Cat and I roll our eyes, but let out a giggle.
"What's going on?" Cat questions. Ivy and I exchange a glance, I raise my eyebrow. "C'mon kid. Ya dragged me down here. Now tell me!" She walks over to us. I look up at her and smirk, "I killed my father, and a whore my mother was with."
"Congrats kid," Cat punches my arm, "I knew you had it in you." Ivy stands up and hands Cat some breakfast. She gladly accepts and plops down on the couch with a bounce. "So ya comin with me?" Cat nudges my arm. I nod with a wide smile on my face. "Good, I've been pretty lonely," she shrugs.
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Cat and I walk down a pretty vacant street. I get lost in my thoughts, but am quickly pulled back to reality when we pass a television store. All the tvs in the window are displaying the news. The report about my parents. I stop in my tracks, Cat immediately stops and looks as well. On the screen, my mother is being interviewed by a handsome news reporter. We would kill him too, one of the voices say.
"That little bitch! I know it's her, where else could she be right now?" My mother screams at the news reporter. "It's school hours..." the man trailed off. "No. She did it. You tell those cops to go after my daughter!" She's cut off by a photo of me and man with a deep voice saying, "Harmony Quinnley. Age 13. Height 5'2". Missing. If seen please contact the GCPD. Suspect may be armed, and dangerous."
"Harleyy.." Cat said slowly. She grabs my hand, tugging me into an alley. "I'm not letting them take you."
"Neither am I," a voice and I said at the same time, as we disappeared into the shadows.

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Hello lovelies!

Kind of a long chapter, but I wanted to add a little background to Harmony aka Harley. The next chapter might take place a little bit in the future ;) so Jerome can get into the picture already.

This is my first fan fiction ever. So if you have any input don't be afraid to comment:)