CHIKLIT/ROMANCE
"BULL! You still love that useless prick!"
"Harley!" I cry, "It's not him that I want! I lo-"
He punches the wall, forcing my favorite memory to shatter across the floor, "I'm going to kill him!"
Haunted by her memories, Liana...
I must admit, creating this chapter was pretty amusing!
I felt as if I was really able to tell off the evil character!
Soooooo much fun lol!
I hope you like it!
"What do you want, Harley?"
He demanded, "Your daughter."
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I stood there staring in shock at the bold remark that abruptly blasted out of Harley's mouth. He knew something on my mother- something enough to make her cower below his feet- something so sinister she was willing to give him anything he wanted in the world, and the one thing he wanted was me.
The problem was, my mother, did not like to go down without a fight. She screamed, "No! I won't allow it!"
A wicked smile slid across Harley's hardened expression as he dared, "Oh, is that so?"
I couldn't take it anymore. I was angry, scared, and most importantly I didn't want to see anyone hurt, "Harley! Mom! Please stop!"
They both yelled back towards me simultaneously, "SHUT UP!"
As for Mom, I was used to such awful words expelling from her mouth, but not Harley. Harley had never said a harmful word to me or anyone for that matter, therefore it stung. Okay, let me rephrase that, it stung like hell!
I yelled in Harley's face, "You can't talk to me like that!"
I was not only pissed at his hurtful words, but I also knew Harley and my mom had somehow been withholding information that was important. It was important because the secret they withheld towards each other was affecting my every move, including my future.
I thought about it long and hard. How could I go about it? Well, if I went after Harley, he would just walk away. I mean he was leaving anyway so that was pointless.
Then, there was my Mom. I knew she was going to be the key. I had to attack her where it counted the most. She always spat the truth when she was a raging lunatic. The best part, I knew how to get to her too.
Step one: Invade her personal space.
I stomped right up to her face. I knew getting too close to her personal space was a big "No. No." I laughed to myself, thinking of all the times her notorious finger would swing back and forth in the air like a pendulum when I got to close. So, I did exactly that. I stepped forward- closer and closer. The closer I approached my mother, she became flushed in the face.
