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The nightmare was still sharp in my mind, and my father's laugh still echoed painfully. I closed my eyes for a second, suddenly dizzy. "...I need to go." I stepped over to her balcony door, needing to go for a walk and find something to distract myself.

"No! No, you don't! J, please!" She begged suddenly. "Don't go yet, I... you…" She turned around and hesitantly held up a roll of bandaging. "You're hurt... You can't leave yet."

I stared at her pleading face, annoyed. "Again with worrying about me, Harl. I told you to drop it." I reminded her of what I said earlier, before we robbed the store.

"But... it will just get worse if I don't help you. It's a big hole, and it needs to be covered up." She sat on her bed, half in defeat, knowing I didn't care.

"You LOOKED at it?" I growled. Jesus, WHO KNOWS what else she did while I was asleep! I kind of felt betrayed. I trusted that this was the one place I could succumb to sleep without worrying about my father's "wake-up" thrashings.

"No, I didn't LOOK at it!" She glared at me, warning me not to make accusations before I knew what really happened. "I... well I didn't LOOK."

I rolled my eyes. She held up the roll of bandaging and shook it, telling me to please let her help. I sighed and pulled her red drapes closed over her balcony windows; shutting out most of the light in the room.

"How am I going to see what I'm doing?" She asked as I sat on her bed next to her.

"You're not. That's the point, Harl." I took my damp hoodie off. It was too dark in here for her to see my other scars and bruises on my chest.

She sighed as she collected her things. I grinned, enjoying her frustration. "Just do whatever you did earlier."

She mock laughed as she found the wound and applied some antibiotics to it. "I know it hurts, so I got some pain medicine too."

"It doesn't hurt." I muttered as she grabbed the roll of bandaging and started wrapping it. After waiting for a few seconds, I flinched playfully. "Ow!"

"J! Don't do that!" I scared her. She really thought she hurt me for a second. I chuckled as she continued wrapping the bandage around my chest and opposite shoulder, forming a sideways Y.

"Is that too tight?" She spoke to herself as she slipped a finger under the bandage to test it, not needing my answer.

Harley slipped her finger out and put her hand over my wound for a while. "It's not bleeding through, so that's good."

I looked at her in the darkness, smiling as I waited for her to take her hand off of me. She didn't. "Are you... done?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm... done." She snapped out of a daydream and obviously reluctantly took her hand away. "Well, actually, no." She felt around her bed for the little plastic Tylenol container. "How old are you?" She stood up and picked up a flashlight off of her dresser, reading the label.

I eyed the flashlight. "How old are you, Harl?" I asked, watching her.

"14. But I'll be turning 15 in another month or so." Harley answered, still keeping the light on the label. It looked like the thought of shining it on me hadn't even crossed her mid. Yet.

"Then.. I'm most likely 15." I said as she read the instructions and screwed open the child-proof cap. Harley set the flashlight standing up on her dresser, with the light shining up to her ceiling.

"Most likely? You don't know how old you are?" She sprinkled out a couple of pills, turning to look at me, still immersed in the dark.

"I'm in 8th grade." I stated plainly, slightly irritated that she asked the touchy question.

"J..." Her shoulders slacked as she gave me a sorrow filled expression.

I stared at her face, softly lit up by the golden glow of the dull up-turned flashlight on her dresser. Her mind clung on to the pitiful reason as to why I truly didn't know my exact age.

I swiped my tongue over my teeth in annoyance. "Did you, uh, think I have birthday parties? Harl-ey? Do you really think anyone I know would EVER celebrate my birth?" I hissed bitterly.

Harley looked away from me, no doubt calming a lump in her throat as she fingered the rim of the flashlight. "I would." She said, her voice breaking.

I stared at her, some emotion close to anger growing in my chest. "I wouldn't." I remarked spitefully to myself, still staring at her turned face.

Harley cleared her throat, swallowing her emotion and attempting to speak clearer. "You don't even know what day, or at least what month?" Her eyes begged mine as she looked at me in the dark.

My eyes burned into her unwavering gaze. I felt my hatred of my life fester inside me as each word I spoke burned my throat. "I was born... nine months after the day my mother drank... and drank... and smoked, and who knows what else… until she was so wasted, she didn't even know who she slept with."

Harley turned her head away again, unable to handle the thought. I ignored her, looking at the floor in front of me. "And the next morning when she vomited all over her jail cell and had the wonderful effects of a hangover, she searched every inch of her memory... trying to figure out which of the men at the strip club she succumbed to. Which of them was the father of the curse inside her."

"You are not a curse!" Harley suddenly cried out, her face wet with silent tears as she whirled around to me. The fire in my eyes froze her in place, surprised.

I stood up and grabbed my shirt off her bed, finishing the story of my conception. "And four months later, she was released from jail and stumbled right back to the scene of the crime, begging to know who she made a mistake with.  Good old daddy... recognized her and wasted no time in claiming her."

I had received the privilege of hearing the story only once, when I was little and too stupid to know to keep my mouth shut. My father told me the story ONCE, and I know I'll never forget it.

"Bye Harley." I pulled the wet shirt over me and moved aside her balcony drapes to leave. She didn't say anything to stop me, but she stepped right over and put her hand on my shoulder as I opened the glass door.

I didn't look at her as she held my hand and put the pain medicine in my palm. Releasing my hand, she sniffed, hiding a sob. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes as I put the pills in my pocket and went outside.

The air was a little bit warmer outside, and the wind had fled. This time of night was most quiet, even though car horns still blared and skyscrapers in the distance still lit up like a Christmas tree, having busy bustling workers inside working like a glowing beehive.

I was already feeling better. I put my hand on the white wood railing, about to climb over, when I felt sudden pressure around me. I froze as Harley hugged me tightly from behind, hiding her face in my back so she wouldn't break out crying like the baby she was.

As soon as she let go of me, I hopped over the railing, not allowing her the chance to speak and tell me something dumb and pointless. Using her ivy trellis, I easily slipped down to the ground, not looking back up at her spitefully.

I snatched my skateboard from her bushes and walked away from her house, knowing her gaze was on me the whole time. She was crying, I knew that. So what? I didn't care.
This part is told all in J's perspective. I could have gone longer on his backstory, but I tried to keep it simple, and I hope I left out enough details XD heh, anywayyyy...

Read the story from Page 1, or you won't get whats going on!!! Its amazing how some people don't understand that concept! Page 1 is called Page 1 for a reason!

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best CH. of this story *_* :love: more more more moooooooreeeee HAHAHAHA :glomp: ur awesome