Chapter 9: You're Going Down (Sick Puppies)
HARLEY'S POV
"Snip, snip, snip," Harley sang quietly, hacking away at the photographs on front of her. She set down and admired her handiwork. She had cut the faces out of tons of pictures of Rose, having scratched the faces out of another twenty the day before.
Harley absentmindedly traced the tip of the scissors across the floor, frowning. She had seen Jack with Rose on the night of the dumb dance and she hadn't been happy. She had imagined him finally asking her to go with him, walking her home, and then kissing her, not Rose. But nothing ever worked out for her.
Harley threw the scissors in disgust, impaling a nearby pillow. She stood up abruptly, turning towards her mirror. "Why doesn't he love meeee?" She whined, stomping her feet angrily.
There was a knock at her door. "Harleen? Everything okay in there?" It was her mother.
She quickly kicked the mangled pictures under her bed, hiding the scissors as well. "I'm fine! Just getting ready for bed!" She scrambled to get a pair of sweatpants just as the door swung open. "Hiii Mom," she said, flipping the pillow over to hide the stuffing oozing out.
"Are you sure you're alright sweetie?" She asked, looking around the room suspiciously.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Better than fine, great actually! But I'm reeeally tired," she added, faking a yawn. "I was just about to get changed."
"Okay… But be quieter, you woke Tommy."
She scoffed quietly. Her little brother would wake up at the drop of a hat. But she smiled sweetly and said, "I will."
As soon as her mother closed the door she turned and kicked the wall that separated her room from Tommy's. She smiled darkly when she heard his high pitched screams.
Whoo, I haven't written anything in a while. What with work and school I haven't really had time. So here's a short little chapter, just to get me back into the story. I promise I'll try to update again soon, with a longer chapter. Byeee!