I went back to the Toybox this morning. It was time to work with Laurie. She'd been kept in the cold room – a small 10x10 room with an air conditioner going full blast. Not cold enough to freeze a body, but cold enough to be more than just uncomfortable. She was shivering when Lu brought her into the medieval torture room. I liked the ambiance in there.

Unlike everyone else, she recognized me immediately, "Harleen?!"

"Harley," I corrected.

"What am I doing here?"

"Same thing as Auntie Melinda. You're here to die."

"Melinda's dead?" her mouth dropped open in horror.

"She wasn't supposed to be. Not yet anyways."

"It was her heart, wasn't it?" Laurie shivered and shook. "She has a bad heart."

"Had. But it was probably her heart ... She didn't like the cat o'nine tails I was using on her."

"Oh my god … How could you?"

"Do you really need to ask?" my expression turned hard and bitter, "What do you think happens to a person when the only family they have treats them like a leper?

"We weren't that bad..."

"Laurie, I hate liars. Like, smash their brains in with the mallet I used to kill Grandpa kinda hate. So, for your benefit and mine, don't lie to me."

"We were just kids."

"So was I," I snapped, glowering, "You think being children excuses what you did?"

"Please, Harley. Please forgive me."

I rolled my eyes, "There's no forgiveness for people like you. I'm going to slaughter every last member of our family. I'm going to end the Nelson line."

"You can't."

"Don't tell me what I can't do!" I roared, "Don't you fucking dare tell me what to do ever again. I did everything you all asked and still you spat on me."

"We didn't mean it."

I picked up a set of brass knuckles and slipped them on like a glove. Then I punched her until I shattered her eye socket. "I told you not to lie!"

She was weeping, still shaking from the cold.

"I don't even want to see you right now." See. See. Make it so she can't see. Before I even thought about it, I reached into the eye with the broken socket, making her scream. Then I grasped and pulled. Yanking out the eye and then the optic nerve, the wails that poured from her mouth grew to terrified, pain-filled shrieking that filled the room. I threw the eyeball to the ground and stomped on it, the SQUISH beneath my foot still audible over her screams. "Don't want you to see me either."

Then I poked out her other eye.

"NOOO," she yelled, sobbing as much as she could with blood pouring from her eye sockets, "Oh god, whyyyyy?"

"You know why, cunt!" Are you deaf or just stupid? "Don't want you looking at me."

Kill her. End her now. Killll.

Part of me wanted to. End her miserable little life. But it would be more fun to let her suffer longer.

"Luey!"

He walked in, "Yeah, Harley?"

"Get the doctor. I want Laurie patched up and put back in the cold room."

"Nooooo," she wailed.

"What, you wanna die now?"

"Just put me out of my misery. I won't see it coming."

I grinned wickedly then, leaning down in front of her, "And now you'll never know when it's coming. You think I'm gonna let you off that easily? No, no, dear cousin. Your misery is the whole point."

She screamed when Lu touched her, jerking away from him, but he gripped her tightly and dragged her out of the room. I followed him out, watching when he turned down the hall towards the cold room. I found Jimmy and told him to bring out my uncle.

Tom was Laurie's father and he was going to watch what had just happened to his child. I was recording every last second of my family's torture and deaths. Jimmy brought Uncle Tom into the gun room, where I'd had them set up a TV with a cable hookup for the cameras. He sat him down and tied him to the chair while I waited in the foyer area of the Toybox. Then Jimmy played the footage taken just a few minutes earlier for him.

I could hear his hollering from all the way in the front. And when the video was over, I skipped into the room, "Hiya, Uncle Tom!"

"You leave my daughter alone, you hear me!"

"Oh, I hear ya. You're just not gonna like my answer."

"Do whatever you want to me, I'll take it all, just don't hurt her again."

"Sorry, that's not gonna happen. I mean, I'm gonna hurt you. I'm gonna torture you. But I'm not done with her yet."

Tom struggled against the ropes wildly, "Let her go!"

"Can't. She's not dead yet. And don't worry about Angela and Aunt Judy. They'll be here soon."

"You monster! You can't do this!"

"Yes. I. Can." I plucked a revolver from the wall and leveled it at him, reveling in the fear in his eyes.

"Please..."

"You bet."

BLAM bullet to the gut.

"Now, if you're really lucky, Uncle Tom, you'll bleed out and die before I come back. It'll be slow. Painful. But if you're lucky you won't see my face again. Of course, that also means you'll never see your family's faces again either."

"Harleen..."

"It's Harley." I scowled and shot him again, this time in the knee. He screamed so beautifully.

None of them were going to survive, but it was already starting to grow tiresome; answering the same questions over and over again. Oh well. I could do it in order to enact my revenge.

I wore a slinky red dress to the Smile and Grin this evening. There was another henchman looking to check-in. I never would have guessed the number of people wanting to give their reverence to J, to praise that he was back on the streets. At least this one didn't have a stupid name – Barry Pantone. I'm not sure exactly what it is that he does for Puddin', but he doesn't do it anymore.

Idiot was rude to me. We were both in the booth when he came over, my legs tucked up on the seat next to me. He made small talk with J and then just barely glanced my way. I didn't like how his eyes skipped over my form, as if I wasn't even there. He was looking at the gold-clad dancer in the glass box behind me. When I turned to look at what he was looking at, I saw the dark-haired Kylie's body gyrating.

"Pretty, isn't she?" I asked Barry.

He nodded. I continued, "What is it about her you like?"

"I've always been one for brunettes."

"What's wrong with blondes?"

"Eh, just not my thing." by the time he looked back over at me, he realized that he'd fucked up. He'd just said that J's taste was not to his liking. He'd just insulted the woman on J's arm, "But, you, you're -"

"I'm gorgeous." I nodded. "Beautiful, stunning, exquisite, ravishing, sumptuous … but blonde."

"That's not what I meant."

"I'm sure it wasn't." I looked over to my daddy, the malice in his gaze making my stomach flip. He was just as upset as I was. I may have been insulted by a stranger, but this was one of J's men. This was a subordinate telling the King that he'd made a mistake. This was a peasant daring to insult the woman he loves.

He didn't realize just how big his mistake was until I sidled up to Daddy and dipped my hand below his jacket, coming out with the Colt firmly in my grip. Pantone began to stutter, tripping over his words in his haste to make things right. But it was too late for that. I held out the gun and aimed it at him. He jumped to his feet, making to run. As if he could run anywhere that Puddin' couldn't track him down.

He didn't even make it past Frankie and was shoved back into the booth before he'd taken three steps. I sighed, the gun remaining still in my hand. "Are we done? Or are you still too stuck in stupid to see a way out?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply -"

"Ya know, I don't care about your sorry. I don't care about your shitty ass opinion. And I don't care about your life. You? You are nothing." I stood and walked over to him, the gun never straying in its aiming. "You are less than nothing."

I squeezed the trigger, a bullet embedding in his torso. He slumped back in the booth, breaths coming in wheezing gasps and I'm pretty sure I shot through one of his lungs. "Frankie, take him out back and set him on fire."

But first I took the watch off his wrist and slid it up my arm to join Servis's. Better than tally marks on a bedpost.