AN: This chapter will have content that people may not approve of. It will show Harlie with an older guy. This is just a fair warning. But, enjoy. :)
It had been almost two weeks and Harlie still wasn't feeling any better. She would go the garage on the days she knew that Krys would need her help or the guys needed her to pick up food, but there were some days she would come home from school and go straight to her room without talking to whatever Son was having to babysit her. Her mom had at least one of the guys with her all the time and it was usually Juice. It was more uncomfortable for her to be around him than it was any of the others. He always wanted to know if something was wrong with her and that just pissed her off. If he didn't want to talk, he wanted to make out. She fine with kissing and a little bit of groping, but when he tried to get her to go below the belt, she wouldn't. He usually got pissed and left for Cara-Cara, letting one of the other guys take over for a while.
She was just tired of all the questions from everyone. Now she understood why some of the guys never took Old Lady's and just stuck with the free pussy the club offered. She wanted someone didn't have to open to. Someone like Tig or Happy. Maybe a one night thing, but she was afraid to even get near them. She needed something other than sleeping pills to take her mind off what was going in her head.
"Hey, your move.." Juice waved his hand in front of her face, trying to get her attention. He was worried about her. She wouldn't really talk to him and she didn't text him at night anymore.
"Huh?" Harlie pulled herself from her thoughts.
"Your turn.." He pointed at the checked board in front of them.
"Oh, uhh... I'm gonna go lay down, sorry." She stood up, pulling a hoodie she'd stolen from Tig over her head. She always stole things from them, but they didn't mind. If a shirt went missing and mysteriously reappeared, they had an idea of where it'd been. This jacket was her favorite even though it smelled like pussy and beer. It was so warm and was so big it could swallow her whole. That's what she wanted. Even in the California heat she kept everything covered. She didn't want anyone seeing skin. What if they turned on her?
"Want me to lay with you?" He started to pack the game up, grabbing his cut off the back of the chair.
"If you want to.." She shrugged. It really hurt him when she acted like this, but he just tried to push it off.
He watched her closely as she grabbed the bottle of pills off the counter. "Hey! No, let me see those.. I counted them last night and a few were missing." He frowned. "You don't need them. I can make you some tea or some shit."
"You can make tea?" Harlie couldn't believe it. Juice could make tea? She pictured Juice in a pink apron holding a kettle of hot water.
"Shut up!" He laughed. "You want some though? It can help ya sleep."
"Sure." She sat back down at the bar. She pulled her phone form her back pocket and decided to text Kozik. She had moved on from having some little girl crush on Kozik to thinking of him as one of her best friends. She loved it when him and Quinn came down. She missed her Uncle Quinn and his Old Lady Aimee. 'Hey, douchebag.'
'Sup kid?' Kid. They all called her kid. She got tired of being called kid. She liked being called by her name or being called baby. Little girl wasn't so bad, but only Chibs was allowed to call her that.
'Oh, y'know... The usual. Gettin' drunk, gettin' laid. ;)' Harlie replied, sipping at the cup Juice sat in front of her.
'I bet you are, shorty. How's the pussy down there?' They had this conversation last time he was down there.
'Pretty great. The chick I had last night was hot as hell.' Harlie joked. She tensed up as Juice hugged her waist.
"You going to school tomorrow?" Juice asked.
"It's Friday, Juice." Harlie said quietly.
'She know how to work the pole as good as you?' Her mood quickly changed. She laughed out loud, almost falling off the stool. She knew he was only kidding. It brought back a pretty embarrassing memory of Kozik walking into the clubhouse to see her swinging around the stripper pole. She didn't think anyone would be coming in.
"What's so funny?" Juice asked irritably.
'Definitely not.' She looked up at Juice. "Who pissed in your Cheerios?"
"No one. I'm just gonna go. There's a party at Cara-Cara tonight." He pulled his hoodie over his head, slinging on his cut after.
'I didn't think so. No one shakes their ass better.' He replied.
"Wait, can I go?" She reached for his arm.
"You really wanna go?" He asked in disbelief.
"I should probably get out of the house." She stood up. 'Hey, gotta go. I'll call you tonight.'
"Good idea. Hurry." He shook his head.
She rushed to her bedroom, opening her closet door. She pulled out a tight pair of dark skinny jeans that had rips and tears all over them and a pair of lace-up combat boots. She opened her top dresser drawer, looking a shirt that would work with the jeans. She found a white baby doll tank top and her tight fitting leather jacket. She got dressed quickly, pulling on her jacket. She planned on finding that one night thing at the party. This would be the night she got over hear fears.
'Hopefully,' She thought.
Music could be heard blaring through speakers as Juice and Harlie pulled up. She didn't wanna get off. The ride had been so peaceful. It gave her time to think things over. She realized it would be impossible to shut everyone out, especially her parents.
"Comin' in?" Juice laughed, snapping his fingers in front of her face.
"Shit, yeah.." Harlie slid off his bike, handing him his helmet back.
Juice gently grabbed her hand. "Look at me.." He frowned.
She turned to face him. "What is it?"
He took her face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "Juice.. Not out here."
"What? You embarrassed to be seen with me or somethin'?" He rolled his eyes.
"I'm sixteen, you idiot. I'm pretty sure my dad would rip your balls off." Harlie pushed him away. Well, tonight was starting off just great.
He watched her walk off, sighing to himself. All of a sudden, he felt some grab him by the back of the neck. "What the hell is she doing here?" Clay growled, applying more pressure.
"Shit, Clay.." Juice winced. "She needed out of the house, man."
"You better fucking watch her." He shoved Juice.
"Okay, damn.." Juice straightened out his cut.
Harlie took a look around, ignoring all the half-dressed sluts. She looked over to see Ima sitting by the door. "You're in the wrong place, little girl." She scoffed.
"Excuse me, bitch?" Harlie snapped.
"This party isn't for children, sweetie." Ima towered over her in her heels.
Harlie laughed, taking a step around Ima. "Whatever you say, slut. Why don't you go spread your legs for someone?"
That's when she saw her perfect target, Happy. Happy was sitting on one of the couches in the corner with some dumb blond in his lap. The girl would be easy enough to get rid, but her issue was going to be getting him alone. The blond couldn't have been much older than she was. Maybe two or three years. She walked over to them, tapping the girl on the shoulder. "Get lost, slut." She hissed.
"What the fuck, kid?" Happy's words slurred a bit as he watched the blond get up in Harlie's face.
"Aren't you a little young, sweetie?" The girl laugh, popping her gum.
"Yeah, probably." Harlie shrugged, grinning.
"Hey, stop it.." Happy stood in between them, but faced Harlie. "It's not a good time."
"I could give you a better time." Harlie smirked.
"As good as that sounds, he was with me."
"Will you shut up, bitch?" Happy snapped to the blond.
"Go find your free dick somewhere else." Harlie crossed her arms.
"Seriously, Hap? You're gonna blow me off for a kid?"
"Damnit, I told you to shut up. Now get lost." Happy growled, pissed off about losing his pussy for he night.
Harlie watched in satisfaction as the girl walked off.
"What the fuck was that for? I was gettin' ready to hit that, Princess." Happy sat back down, taking a sip of his beer.
"Cry me a river, Hap. Have you looked around? You're in a fucking porn studio." She rolled her eyes.
"What do you want anyway?"
"Oh, nothing.." Her hand trailed up his arm.
"For some odd reason, I don't believe that." He downed the rest of his beer.
"Want me to get you another?" She reached over and took it from him, her hand brushing against his thigh.
Happy groaned inwardly. He still hard as hell and the fact that he thought Harlie was hot didn't help. Her tits were maybe a size bigger than the other girls. She was the only girl he knew who looked alright without makeup."A'ight." He rasped, watching her ass as she walked off.
While Harlie was up, she saw Juice with the girl who had been with Happy. They were in the middle of a hard-core make out session. She felt her crumble into a million pieces even though she was the one who told him they couldn't be together in public. She poured herself a beer, took a deep breath, and regathered herself.
She walked back over to Happy, sitting down in his lap.
Goddamnit. Happy was glad the others were occupied and no one saw. She applied the right amount of friction to his growing erection. "What do you think you're doin', doll?"
"Sitting." Harlie said, trying to play innocent.
"Don't pull that innocent shit with me. You forget I know you better than just about anyone." He whispered, wrapping his arm around her waist. He knew he shouldn't be doing it, but at that moment his dick was telling him what to do.
"Exactly." She ran her fingers across the patches on his cut.
"Damnit, Harlie.." He shook his head.
"Bathroom?" She leaned down and placed kisses along his neck. She was getting what she wanted and it honestly scared the shit out of her.
"Get up." He said firmly, squeezing her hip. His voice almost scared her.
Harlie nodded, doing as he said.
"Outside. Now." His voice sounded husky and it was really turning her on. She hadn't felt like this since the... Incident. She couldn't bring her mind to think of the other word.
Harlie had her back pressed up against the wall of the building, her legs wrapped around Happy's waist. His lips were on their way down her neck, his hands massaging her breasts through her bra. Her shirt was laying on the ground by Happy's feet.
"I want you love! Give me your love!" The song screamed from inside the building. It seemed to fit her situation perfectly.
"Unzip your jeans." Happy whispered, taking her earlobe between her teeth.
She nodded, slowly unzipping her jeans. She felt him slide his hands down her jeans, rubbing her clit through her panties. She moaned quietly as Happy's hand covered her mouth. It felt so good she thought she was going to faint. But, when he started to move his fingers into her boy-shorts she freaked.
She shoved his hand away from her mouth. "Stop.. Please, don't.." She felt like she was going to be sick. It seemed like he didn't hear her as his fingers moved closer to her.
"Stop!" She yelled, hoping no one else was outside. She shoved him off her.
"What the hell?" Happy snapped. "I thought you wanted this."
"I just can't.." She mumbled before the contents of her stomach were emptied onto the ground.
"Fuck.." He sighed, pulling her hair back from her face. "Princess can't handle her alcohol."
She just shook her head, wiping her mouth. "H-Hand me my shirt?" She whispered, using the wall to hold herself up.
He nodded, picking it up off the ground. "Maybe you should go home, kid.."
Kid. The word almost made her sick. "Don't call me that." She murmured.
"Want me to call your mom?" He dug through his pocket for his phone.
"I-I'll do it.. Can I use yours?" She asked quietly.
He nodded, handing it to her. She dialed her mom's number.
"Hello?" Krys answered, sniffling.
"Mom? Are you okay?" Harlie frowned.
"Y-Yeah, fine. What do you need, sweetie?"
"Can you pick me up from the party? I really need to come home." She stepped around the corner of the building. What she saw stunned her. She dropped the phone to the ground. She felt anger swell up inside her. Her dad had some bitch on his knees in front of him, sucking him off. She picked the phone up quickly.
"Harlie? What happened? Are you still there?" Now she knew why her mom was crying.
"Um, yeah.. " Harlie sighed. "Sorry."
"It's okay. I'll be there asap, alright?" Krys said gently.
" 'Kay. Love you, mom."
"Love you too, baby." She closed the phone, walking back around the corner.
"She comin'?" Happy asked, taking his phone back.
"Yeah. I'm just gonna go wait for her inside.." She said awkwardly, walking back inside.
"Harlie!" Juice walked over to her. "Where have you been?"
"None of your business." She just kept walking.
"Wait, are you leaving?" He asked, his breath stinking of beer, pussy, and cigarettes.
"Yeah. See ya later.."
"Don't I get a kiss?" He pulled her to him.
"No. Now get off me." She snapped.
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes.
She stepped out into the crisp night air alone. It felt so good outside. It was perfect thinking weather. She wasn't ready for anything yet, she was still healing. She pulled her iPod out of her purse, putting it headphones.
"One night to you, lasted six weeks for me. Just a bitter little pill now just to try to go to sleep..." She sang along quietly, leaning against Juice's bike. She closed her eyes, hoping that what had happened hadn't destroyed the rest of the relationships in her life.
A few tears slid down her cheek, hitting the back of her hand. This time, she needed to let it all out.