It Only Takes One

Three

Harley:

"Harley!" My mother shouted up the stairs to me. She had a thing that she couldn't just walk up the staircase and wake my up, like normal people.

My mother and I did not have the best of relationships, to say the least. In fact, I wouldn't have even called it a relationship. We were strangers, living in the same house. We used to be close, back when I was a kid who didn't know what she was really like. I used to be the cheeky kid that all the mum's and dad's at nursary liked. Back then we were like normal mothers and their sons - happy, content and loving. Then at primary, I guess I ended up in the 'Clever but easily distracted under others influence' group. We weren't as close but we still got along well, most of the time. Then she met Malcom. 

Malcom Davies, Mum's new boyfriend - manager of the NLM police department. God, I hated him from the moment we first met. It was a few days before I started at Franksten High, Mum brought him home and made dinner for us. She said we were going to have a lot more 'quality time' together. Seriously. She had just brought some random guy into the house and wanted us to act like a family. Never going to happen.

I was just about to enter my teen years so my hormones were raging, and I was not going to play happy families. I didn't want to be anywhere near my mum, and especially him. I started to lose concentration at school and my grades were slipping. Obviously my mother wasn't the slightest bit happy and she didn't understand why I was falling behind. Then the phone calls home started:

"Hello, this is Principle Moki, from Franksten High. I'm calling about Harley. I know we spoke not to long ago about his grades, but it appears now that he has been getting into multiple fights with other students. We do not know where this has come from because Harley has always been very well behaved. It would be a big help if you could talk to him and try to get to the bottom of his unusual behaviour. Thanks."

So that was it, Mum decided to ask Malcom to move in. Hell knows what was going on in her mind. I mean, how would a man I couldn't stand, moving into our house, help me in anyway? That's when everything really started to go downhill.