(Harriet's POV)
Saturday finally rolled around, the anniversary of my parents' deaths. To start the day, I put on my nicest, black dress and tied my ears back with a matching scrunchy. Since I was always barefoot, I didn't have to bother with shoes. Deuce knocked at the door, wearing a black dress-shirt and pressed black pants. He looked very handsome, not that he wasn't before today!
"Harls, time to go!" I called up the stairs.
She came running down, wearing her ears down today. She wore a tight, black tank-top with her matching bra straps showing and black skinny-jeans. On her wrists were a few wrist bands, the same ones we hand woven at camp Honkey Monkey when we were very young.
Heading out the door, we piled into Deuce's car and drove to the cemetery only a few miles from our home. On the way there, we stopped at a flower shop to pick up a small bouquet of flowers of all types. It wasn't long before we stood in front of their separate graves. To tell the truth, Harley and I despised our father. He raised and bonded with us for thirteen years only to abruptly leave us in utter grief. She stood, glaring at his headstone as I rested the flowers in front of mom's grave. We never knew her but we were absolute that if she was still alive, she'd love us unconditionally. A sound came for Harley's phone as she whipped it out of her pocket. Her expression of annoyance quickly changed into something I couldn't read. Her eyes slightly widened as her jaw clenched with her fingers trembling as she texted back. For once in our 17 years of life, Harley looked scared but as quickly as it came, it flickered away. She looked back at us, saying she had to leave. Where did she have to go?
"Clawd set me up with a part-time job at the JC Fangy in the Maul." she said, turning away and walking off.
I knew when she was lying and she definitely was now. She hated JC Fangy and always wanted to work at Sick's Sportings, surrounding by weapons. Still, I let her walk off. Maybe she just wanted to see Clawd…but then why was she scared for a second? Sometimes, she could really be a mystery but whenever she lied, it was usually to protect someone. Knowing that, it was easy to see her walk away. I just hoped she wasn't getting into trouble.