After a rough breakup Harley makes the choice to move to Texas and go to school. she's still crazy and likes to bash people when she's in her usual mood. But something changes when she meets a Jack Cullen who is almost as mad as she is.
Is he her ne...
Harley's P.O.V "WELL GO TO HELL HARLEY!" Mr J screamed at me, his voice unsure but firm. I could here the voices telling me to do things, I wanted to but I pushed it down.
"Sorry Puddin can't, satan has a restraining order" I said with a large wicked smile I didnt care he was a #$&*$#@# and then...
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU" he said still angry. You see I had killed 12 of his gards cause they tried to hit on me and I bashed them all with my bat.
"Well it was nice knowin ya puddin but you've finally pushed MY LAST BUTTON! now be a good boy and drown in your tears cause you're gonna miss ya play thing aren't ya!?" I said with a pout and then he grabbed my arm and tried to kiss me but I grabbed his other arm and twisted it back then drove the point of my heel up his fat @$$. He winpered in pain and fell to his knees where I waved smilling grabed my big duffle bag with the essentials you know bats, guns, and clothes then I walked out the door.
I walked out. I had escaped and I wanted to make the breakup final so I drove an empty truck in the chemical plant we first kissed and blew it up I laughed and then skipped to a bus stop and grabbed one of my guns out and pressed it to a middle aged man's head and said... "Give me ya wallet jewelry watch and that neet jacket you got there"
"And why would I do that" he said as he turned around and smirked then he said "Whats a little pretty girl like you doing out here in the cold" he tried to pish up againt me but I shot him and giggled then took his jacket and other things.
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He musta been apart of a gang cause his jacket had a pretty little sepent on it . I slid it on and it fit like a glove, after, I waited for the bus not before hiding the body though such a waste of space. About six hours I asked to get off, then skipped to the bar on the corner and within minutes I begun to to dance on the counter top. Then I saw a guy slip something into my drink.
