Harley's POV

It had been a couple of weeks since I killed those men and Jack and I were starting to become even more dependent on each other. Most people would agree that it was almost unhealthy for us to be so close but I didn't really care and neither did Jack. One day, Jack came home with a great, big smile on his face. He told me that he ha finally made it into Falcone's payroll. As the days passed, Jack's visits became scarce and started happening later at night. He wouldn't be able to stay long either. Of course now that he was working for Falcone, he was no longer attending school. Despite all of this, he was always waiting for me in front of the school to walk me home safely. School was lonely without Jack to keep me company but Bruce always liked to sit with Rachel and I at lunch. I suppose it could've been worse. Today, it began to rain. I didn't mind though, I always liked the showers we rarely got here in the city. After school, Jack wasn't waiting for me the way he normally would. I thought little of it and simply waited. But as the rain continued to pour and the air became freezing, I ended up calling my mom to come pick me up. Her speech seemed slurred over the phone but I chose to ignore it and sat patiently, watching for her car to pull up.

"Get in the car, darlin'."

She called. I trotted over to the car and opened the passenger side door, noticing the bottle of liquor in my seat. My heart clenched and I reluctantly stepped into the car. The rain started coming down in sheets, making it hard to see out of the front windshield. My mother began to speed up in an effort to get home As quickly as possible, she didn't need another DUI. I felt uneasy as she pressed harder on the gas pedal.

"Mom, slow down."

I pleaded as calmly as I could, my eyes darting between her and the slick roads. She turned her hazel eyes to me.

"Oh hush Harley. I know what I'm-"

"MOM, LOOK OUT!"

Her eyes turned forward again and she realized that we were going to crash. She tried her best to stop it but, of course she couldn't. Everything that had happened to me flashed by me, pain collapsed on me and then blackness enveloped my senses.

Jack's POV

I sat in the back seat of the Cadillac, bored as I waited with my partner. We were staked outside of a druggies' house, he owed money to one of the drug dealers under Falcone. It was our job to either collect the money, the product or kill the junkie if he had neither. Of course, I didn't have to do the killing. I wasn't skilled enough yet, still a rookie in everyone's eyes. But I had ambition and I was determined, something hard to find in criminals these days. At least, that's what the boss said. The man we were after hadn't been to his house in a couple of days, so it was only a matter of time before-

"Jay, he's here. I want you to keep back alright? These pickups can be...difficult. Just stand there lookin' tough, okay kid?"

I nodded and we both got out of the car. As we crossed the street, my partner tossed me a handgun. I tucked it away in my jacket and we went around the side of the house. We went inside the house through the back door, carefully creeping inside. We found one junkie in the living room but he wasn't who we were looking for. We quietly walked down the hall, hearing music coming from a room at the end of it. We turned the corner into a kitchen. There we found the man we were after. As my partner addressed the junkie, I kept a look out to make sure no one snuck up on us. My partner was yelling like crazy at the man and I turned around to look at them in curiosity. I heard footsteps coming from the hallway but I didn't turn around just yet. When I did, I disarmed the man quickly. He was much bigger than me though and grabbed me, trying to take my gun. I pushed him back against the wall. While my partner watched us, the junkie in front of him pulled his own gun and aimed it at my partner. I quickly shot the man, hitting him in the chest and then shot the man holding me in the head. He slumped to the ground and I stepped away to look at him. Another gunshot rang out as my partner shot the other junkie again to make sure he wouldn't make it out alive. I guess this guy was unlucky and didn't have the product or money to pay for it.

"Good work, for a rookie."

He muttered as he passed me. I didn't say anything as I continued to stare at the man I had just killed. His blood had gotten all over the right side of my face but I didn't really mind. I felt powerful, I did that, I took his life like it was nothing-

"Hey!"

My partner shouted at me. I looked up at him blankly.

"You okay, kid?"

He asked. I nodded and we left the house. As we drove down the streets, I watched the rain falling outside. I suddenly remembered that I had totally forgotten about Harley.

"Hey, Waylon. Do we have time to stop by the high school? I promised my girl I'd be there to pick her up."

I told him, leaning against the passengers seat. He looked back at me.

"She ain't gonna freak when she sees the blood on your face?"

He inquired, raising a brow. I smirked.

"As long as it's not mine she won't get on my ass about."

I told him. He chuckled.

"Well damn, I can't even find a woman that can kill a spider on her own."

He commented. I laughed a little.

"I don't think Harley likes spiders either."

I said with a smile as we went in the direction of the school. The car came to a screeching stop and I turned my head forward in surprise.

"Fuck, man."

Waylon cursed.

"What?"

I asked, trying to see what he was looking at.

"Bad car accident."

Was all he said. I hopped into the front seat and looked curiously at the wreckage. They were carting away a person to the ambulance, the EMTs swarming around the gurney like moths to a flame. I got a good look at the body on the gurney and my heart sank. Without a word, I slowly opened my door and stepped out of the car to get a closer look, I had to me sure it was really her.

"Jay! What the hell are you doing? Get back in the car!"

Waylon yelled. I was sure now and I slammed the door closed and ran towards the commotion, praying, hoping that I was wrong. That it was anybody but her, anybody. But my hope was crushed as I neared the ambulance and was pushed back by officers.

"Let me through, dammit!"

I snarled, struggling against them as they kept me away. One knocked me to the ground.

"Get outta here, kid."

One officer ordered. I knew I wasn't getting through and stood, defeated. I walked sullenly back the car. Waylon chewed me out and I stayed silent, not even bothering to listen to him.

"Jesus, what the hell did you see?"

He demanded as we returned to the warehouse by the docks. When we were finally parked, I answered him.

"My girlfriend, that was her, on the gurney."

I whispered, resting my head in my hands. There was a long stretch of silence. Waylon placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Jay."

He consoled me gently. I sighed and lifted my head up.

"I'm sure she'll be fine."

I murmured, turning my head towards the window as I felt the corners of my eyes burn.

"She's too stubborn to go out without a fight."

I replied, smiling a bit at how true that statement was. Waylon chuckled for a short moment.

"Come on, let's get in there. You get paid today anyway."

He said, trying to cheer me up. I followed him inside and got my payment for the week. As soon as that was over though, I went straight to the hospital closest to the school, where they had most likely taken her.