Strangers

Chapter 1.

Harley Pov.
    past (seven years old)

Tonight wasn't like all the others. Daddy and momma weren't at the dinningroom table talking about each others day, like the normally would. Mom wasn't laughing or smiling. She seemed to have a dead look in her eyes. Her once bright blue eyes that were full of life was now a dull shade if blue.

I so desperately wanted to ask momma if she was alright. But every time I spoke mommy would tell me to hurry and eat my dinner. So I did, them I was rushed up to my room. Mom was a little rough when changing me and her phone kept buzzing. She tucked me in but there was no good night kiss or bed time story. She just said good bye and turned the lights out.

I was scared. Something wasn't right. I wiggled my little body out of bed and carefully tip toed to were mother was. She was in the living room watching the fire burn in the living room. I tip toed and hid in my normal hiding spot under the coffee table. It was pushed against a wall in a corner hidden in the dark so I knew wouldn't get caught. I saw the lights of daddies car through the window. Mom snapped and all the lights went off.

I heard the mahogany door creek open. The sound of giggles reached my ears. "Oh Michael." I hear my Aunt May's voice calling my father name. Foot steps could be heard headed to the living room the lights were switched on and my father and aunt gasped. My mother sat on the couch with a pistol in her hand.

"Fun night?" My mother asked so casually but her voice said anything but. "Julie what are you doing with that gun?" My father questioned I can tell by his tone he was scared. My aunt his behind my father as my mom's cold voice spoke once more. "Awenser the question." She demanded. My aunt started to cry. "Julie it wasn't like that." She whimpered.

"Oh?" My mother smirked. "So the videos I received fake. The photos the letters the sneaking out. Fake?" My mother sounded different as if she were about to break. My father spoke this time pushing authority in his voice in hopes to talk her down. "Julie give me the gun." "No." My mother stood and pointed it at my aunts head.
"I won't! It isn't fair. You were mine before her! We had a daughter and this is how you act!" My mother screamed.

My father took a step reaching for the gun but it was too late. She pulled the trigger and my aunt fell to the ground with a sickening thud. I still continued to watch not understanding. My father gasped crying my aunts name before looking at my mother with murder in his eyes. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" My father roared. My mothers expression softened as well as her tone of voice.

"What had to be done. Don't you understand. Now you and I can be together." My mother voice shook as she grabbed my father's hand. He pulled away. "Are you insane! You sick whore I'm calling the police." My father reached for his phone. My mother expression darkened and her eyes dulled before another gun shot rang through the small house and my father to fell. My mother looked at the chaos she created.

The love of her life dead on the floor. And her bestfriend and betrayer drowning in a pool of her own blood. Mother must have realized her actions. She fell to her knees crying before putting the shiny medal peice to her head.

POP

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Harley Pov.
Present day
    

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

My eyes fluttered open to the sound of my alarm clock. I sat up and stretched my achy body. I could hear pops and cracks as I did so. With a yawn I look over to see the time said seven fourty five. I groaned, school started at nine thirty, thankfully. I crawled out from under my warm satin comforter. Walking to the bathroom I looked to see my French bull dog Millie asleep in the corner.

My apartment wasn't to big a simple one bed one bath and a small patio. I got Millie when I moved in after my parents died and my brother finally took custody of me. Millie was small when I found her under a bridge. She was shaking and thin in a small box. So I took her home and the rest is history. I got out of the bathroom and through on my usual. A pair of black skinny jeans a plane white tee and some sneakers. I threw my gray beanie and sweat shirt on and walked to the kitchen.

I grabbed a gronala bar and a small milk bottle. I then grabbed millies bowl and poured some kibble as well as refilled her water. I placed her puppy pads down and left for school. Closing and locking my door I walked down the seedie hallway. I didn't live in the nicest of places. There was always screaming, a baby crying, dogs barking, gun shots and police sirens.

I got into my old black mustang and pulled out of my parking space. I drove to my favorite dinner walking in a handed my card got my burrito and was off to school. Once I pulled up i groaned. For the first day of school and it being really early in the morning everyone was happy. I wanted them to burn. I hate people. There selfish rude back stabbing bitches.

I parked in a spot in the shadows knowing damn well who it belonged to. Jessica Simmons loves the shade. She's a red big breasted bimbo. A total dunse but is scary when she wants to be. I make it my life long goal to piss her off. I sneak hot sauce or salt into her coffee. Paint her locker read when she's emotional. (Don't ask me she's a weird chick).

I sat in my car waiting for her reaction when I notice her pull in on the other side of the school. Damn the wrong side? Then who's side am i... OH NO NO NO NO! I go to pull out but it was to late the thunderes roars of there bikes echoed around as they pulled in around me blocking me in. I whimpered as I watched the kids scatter into the school the teachers hurrying as well. I hide smacked my head on the steering wheel. Then I heard a click I tensed as I heard someone slide into the passenger seat the door closed silently. A soft sigh was heard and a small chuckle.

Shit...Hades..

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