Bionic Heartbreak || Chase Davenport

01

It has now been a whole day since Harley Johnson geo-leaped out of the Davenport house with a broken heart. She didn't know where she was heading, but all she cared about was leaving. She once again tried to avoid her feelings. 

Her feet stop in the woods as she looks down at the headstone she created for Marcus, her brother. 

Harley made the headstone a couple of months after Marcus' death. When she found herself not being able to go back to the place where she saw him die, she decided to have something to remember him by.

"Hey, Marcus." She kneels down to wipe the dust off the headstone to reveal the name 'Marcus Davenport'. "It's been a while since I last visited you, huh." She weakly chuckles. "Life has just been crazy."

That's when she couldn't hold it in anymore. All her emotions came running down at once.

"I just don't know what to do anymore, Marc. You may have been an evil bastard, but you were still my brother Then, I lost you. I thought I could hold in my emotions so that you couldn't scold me from wherever you are, that my safe place could keep me safe." She lets out a sob. "But then I lost him, too." She sniffles as she wipes her fallen tear. "I just need you to show me what to do. Because I can't do this."

"Just let it out, Harls."

She jumps at the familiar voice that was whispered into her ear. She turns around to see nobody there. Was I imagining it? She asks herself. There was no way Marcus was actually talking to her.

"Harley."

She quickly turns around to punch the figure behind her, but her fist was caught. Her heart dropped as she looked into the eyes of the person in front of her.

"Marcus?"

"Hey there, sis."

"Are you really here?"

"No. I'm a figure of your imagination. You needed me and I'm here."

"B-But how?" Was she really able to conjure up her dead brother?

"You're powerful, Harley. You just never embraced it to find out." He explains. "Remember this morning when you felt like you could explode?" Harley nods. "It's because all that power is built up inside of you and you never let it out. You need to let it out, Harls."

"Why would I do that?" She crosses her arms.

"You're a ticking time bomb. The more you hold all that anger and sadness in, the more dangerous it's going to be for you and those around you."

Harley sighs before nodding. "Okay. How do I do this?"

"Focus on all that pain and anger. The one that Chase caused you. That Douglas and I caused. Then, let it out."

She nods once again before unfolding her arms, letting them fall to her side. She closed her eyes as she focuses on the memories.

*Flashback*

A four-year-old Harley Johnson runs downstairs as she hears her father returning home from work. It's been a couple of days since she's seen her father and missed him dearly. He was her best friend.

"Daddy!" 

Her father, Samuel Johnson, kneels down as his little girl runs into his arms. He stands up and spins the two in a circle. Harley giggles as he sets her back down.

"How's my little princess doing?" He smiles.

"Good! I'm glad that you're home!" She exclaims, jumping up and down.