In Too Deep

20

How by The Neighbourhood

I keep fading in and out of consciousness. I can't tell if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

Harley Quinn

The name continues to echo through my mind and through all of my thoughts. My eyes lids keep falling as I fight to stay conscious in my own cell. One hand is over the bed, scraping against the floor while the other is on my stomach. I look up to my ceiling and a searing hot pain surges through the back of my neck.

I clench my teeth together in pain and groan.

"Your name is Harley right?" the blonde girl from early looks flustered to say the least. She holds her things close by as she watches me, observing my every move.

"What the fuck" I say to myself. I close my eyes and I can feel myself spinning in my head.

"Harley get back in the car!" I yell at the same blonde girl from before. She slams the car door shut forcefully before walking onto the curb.

"It's like three in the fucking morning" I say to myself.

I groan and park the car. I get out and chase after her. She hasn't walked too far away so I teach her in no time. I grab her wrist and bring her back into me.

"What are you doing?" I ask through clenched teeth.

"Let me go Jack" she says angrily and tries to get out of my grip. I spin her around to face me but she refuses to look at me.

"Get back in the car baby" I say softly and brush her hair away from her face. She pushes  my hand away and I kiss my teeth.

"Fine. You wanna be difficult? Find your own way fucking home" I say and push her away.

"You're just going to leave me here?!" she screams and I walk to the car without a single word.

"You must be fucking joking" she chuckles but I refuse to answer.

"You can't fucking leave me here!" she yells and I feel her hands on my lower back as she uses her strength to push me.

She moves me a bit and I stop in my tracks.

I turn around and look at her face. Her cheeks are slightly red from her temper tantrum.

I lick my lips before wiping my hands down my face.

"What, Harley?" I ask and she walks up to me.

"You're a piece of shit you know that?" I growl and wrap my hand around her small throat. I pull her towards me and her eyes show nothing but anger.

I can feel her swallowing against my hand but she doesn't break character or her gaze. Good.

"Why am I a piece of shit?" I ask. And then she does the one thing I would have never expected her to do. She spits in my face.

I push her up against the car and she whimpers at my force. My hand remains around her throat and I close it a bit more to constrict her air flow. She maintains her position but I can see it starting to affect her.

"Fuck. You." she says and I smirk.

"Fuck me? I'd rather fuck you" I grab her leg and hoist it up onto my waist.

"Jack-" I press her head against the car door to shut her up.

"What? Unless you've forgotten this pussy right here-" I slip my fingers inside of her leggings and grab her over her panties.

"-is mine" she nods and bites her lip.

"Want you" she whispers and I slide my fingers inside of her panties and down her slit. She's soaking wet.

I pull them out and suck them clean.

"Not today" I push away from her and walk towards the driver side.

"Find your own way home"

"Quiet down" I hear Tommy say as he walks the halls.

I groan and toss over, rambling myself in my sheets.

Why do I have memories of her?

Who is Harley Quinn?