Chapter 2: The Beginning Of Something Big

Chapter 2: The beginning of something big

Harley's POV

I woke up like normal around 5am, Like any normal day I walk over to my cabinet to grab my pre -rolled joints and walk over to my door. I quietly and slowly turn my door knob so no one hears me. I quickly but quietly walk towards the only entrance and exit to the shed we call home. I walk past the old crusty couch that has the strongest strength of alcohol that all the nightclubs and bars a quaking. walking past the room filled with silenced expect for the snores of my past out father I spot that the last whiskey bottle he has left is finished on the little table where he has all his shot and beer glasses on. 

"Great another thing I need to get done today before he wakes up." I mumble to myself before opening the only door we have to exit this hellhole. I walk down the grubby road with no shoes like I do every morning. I started heading to the Gas-station where I know the Jack Daniels store is, I start lighting my joint on my way to get a new whiskey bottle for father before he wakes up. If I don't I know I'll get another beating by him.

I entered the store and go to the last aisle where I know the whiskey is.

I quickly slip one bottle in the jacket and start crying, I walk over to the cash register where I see a worker at, I saw a woman in her early twenties who looks like a born and raised New Jersey kid

 "Hey, can you help me?" I say as sobs escape my lips, tears fill the brim of my eyes as I let the tears fall down my cheeks uncontrollably. 

She tried to comfort me "Yes of course mam, what can I do for you?"  she asked with a extremely worried face.

I spent the next 30 mins telling her a fake life story about how I had a son who was run over by a car two days ago and I was trying to find something strong to forget.

She suggests that I don't buy any alcohol as I was 'clearly unstable'

I then leave the shop with one free whiskey bottle for my father.

I do this up to 2-3 days a week at different bottle shops and it works a charm

I get away with it as I distract the people with fake stories that makes them feel bad that they don't realise if I have a bottle of alcohol poking out of jumper or bag.                                                           I would be a great actress, disney channel hit me up 

I walk home and enter the shed and immediately feel that something is off.

I couldn't smell much alcohol which was strange and my dad wasn't passed out the couch anymore. I quickly put the bottle of whiskey I just stole down on the small table and run up stairs to the second level of the shed to my room. I see father sitting on my blow up air mattress I call a bed, it looked as if he was waiting for me

I say to him quickly before letting him speak " Your whiskey is on the table, I just got it for you from the store and I'm sorry if I made you wait for it."

He looks at me with his blood shot eyes and responds back to me with "That's not why I'm here, I'm here to tell you to look nice and sexy at 6pm sharp"

"I have a dress, heels, and make up for you to wear"

I was shocked that he wasn't getting mad at me for the whiskey but it made no sense why he wanted me to look nice

"Why and what's the occasion you need me to look nice for." I say out of curiosity and wanting to get a reaction out of him, I know he hates getting questioned about things.

"That's none of your business"  he roars back

I felt furious he wasn't telling me, so before I realised it my stupid fucking mouth decided to respond back with "so you just expect me to be your fucking puppet and not question you, news flash you don't fucking own me"

" yes I do" he fires back

I start to grab my things in-front of him and pack it in a suitcase

I was frantically grabbing things as my mind went into survival mode, I knew whatever he was not telling me was important so I need to get out of here.

He grabbed my arms and put them behind my back so I couldn't move and he asks me calm and quietly "What the hell do you think your doing La moto?"

I felt shivers run down my spine as all the pain and memories flood back to me, of me mom and dad, when they called me that.

I force him to turn me around to him to speak face to face, but as he did that I quickly kneed him in the balls and ran for my life. Heading for the door I turned the knob and sprinted down the stairs, I could hear him on my trail as I headed for the exit door to get out. I frantically try to turn the knob but the door won't budge I then start to bang on the door as if my life depended on it as it does, behind me I could hear chuckling from behind me , I knew instantly after that I was doomed and whatever plan he had for me was so much bigger than what I could have though.

I turn around to see father and all I could think about was the worst case scenarios of what could happen. 

I felt a hand grab me and place a cloth filled with a unknown substance, I tried to hold my breath making sure not to breath through my nose so whatever he had on the cloth would take longer to take a toll on me, my vision soon became a blur and all I could think of is my life before everything turned to shit eventually blacking out.