HARLEY: Hana

Not once did I look back as I walked, determined to leave his stupid restaurant. What even made him think I thought of his house as home? What else was I even supposed to do? Real home was horrible for me, I still called it home, so what was the problem if I thought that damn place a home? 

"Harley." His voice crawled after me, the sounds of his footsteps drawing closer and closer. 

"Don't come close to me, Sylus, and don't even think of stopping me or I might hurt you," I warned. "Back off and leave me alone!" I left the restaurant, crashing shut the glass with so much force, that I was sure the poor thing could almost break. I didn't waste time flagging down a taxi, and right as Sylus followed out of the door, the taxi sped off, driving me off.