I walked down the stairs with bags in hand. All my normal clothes, which wasn't much. Looking around me, I saw the halls were empty. Not one person was there.
I've never felt as lonely as I did now. So alienated and helpless.
I hated this feeling.
I continued to walk until I reached the door. Right as I clutched the handle, I heard footsteps and saw Jonny walk up to me. He took slow steps and concern was written all over his face. I faced him without a smile. We exchanged that look, a look that said this was inevitable.
"So you're leaving?" He asked quietly.
"I'll be back..." I tried reassuring him.
"How long?" He asked.
"Maybe a year...I'm not sure. I need to make sure I can come back without being traced back." I said with a sigh. This was going to be harder than I thought.
"What if he wants you back sooner? Did he agree to the year? Does he know? Did you-"
"Jonny...Please.." I interrupted, "it's gonna be fine. And if he wants to get me, let him come get me." I smiled.
I know my puddin would miss me. But when he'd come get me, or when he'd miss me...that wasn't something I knew.
I'm not sure even he knew.
"How are you gonna get there?" He asked finally.
"I have a cab waiting a mile from here." I said as I began to open the door. As I opened the door, I heard quick footsteps and the door being pulled further open. When I looked at him, I saw him holding the keys.
"I got you," he smiled warmly. My eyes filled with tears, maybe a result of the insane dance my hormones were doing nowadays, I don't know. I dropped my bags and embraced him, wrapping my arms around his neck. The warmth I felt here was indescribably.
At least someone cared.
Without another word, I withdrew myself from him and watched him pick up my bags.
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I looked out of the small window of the plane, watching the lights flicker from a distance. We were about to land and my heart was pounding. I was so excited to be here, back home.
Usually, home was where my puddin was but now things were different. For a little bit, anyway.
I felt a tear run down my cheek. What if my puddin wanted to actually do this? What if he wanted children?
I walked down the terminal with bags on hand. Looking down at the ground, my mind was on the little tiny being that had just begun growing inside me. My thoughts were consumed with him or her. Would it be a girl? A boy?
Would it look like my puddin? Imagine!
For a brief second, my heart was full.
"Harleen?"
I heard a voice call out to me and pull me from my thoughts. Looking up, I was met with a blonde haired girl who looked much like me. She was leggy and slim, wearing short shorts and a tank top. She looked so worried and yet, so relieved at the same time.
I smiled faintly and walked slowly to my sister, almost in shame. She ran to me and wrapped her arms tightly around me.
"I can't believe you're here!" She exclaimed. I felt my shoulders get wet and then heard her sobs. I guess I had her worried.
I could understand why. I practically abandoned my family after meeting my puddin. This wasn't the life i could go back to after being mixed up with him. I hadn't told anyone about my puddin either...but I had told my sister.
"Haley, thank you so much," I said as she kept hugging me. She pulled away and grabbed my bags from me.
"I love you Harley, you're my sister. I'm so glad you came to me!" She said as we began walking. She kept examining me.
"What is it?" I asked, looking down at my body.
"What did that sick bastard do to you?" She asked sternly. Her tone completely changed.
"My puddin? Nothing! He didn't hurt me," I explained.
"Well, whatever it is, I'm just glad you're back to me. Mom and dad are gonna plotz!" She said excitedly.
"No! We can't tell them I'm back! Please!...I'm not here to stay," I said reluctantly. It was one thing getting here, but I know going back would be a challenge. Especially with a sister like Haley.
"Harleen...NO! If you think I'm letting you go back to that psychopathic freak, you are sadly mistaken!" She practically yelled.
I kept my mouth shut as we walked into the car.
Once we got in, she began to drive to her home.
"Please, honor my wish Haley. I wouldn't even come here to you if i didn't trust you," I said. My mood was changed now. I had my guard up. If she kept on pressing me about staying here and going back to my original self, she had another thing coming. I wasn't here to stay.
"Please don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're here sis," she sighed, "but what's happened? Why did you come back? Did he threaten you? Are you in trouble?"
I smiled at her words. Threaten...trouble...that was my life everyday. He would always threaten me, always punish me. But I had become numb to it. It was part of my life with him.
"Well, I couldn't go anywhere else...not for something like this," I said in a low voice.
"What is it sis? Tell me," Haley said again.
I sighed and looked out of the window.
"My puddin loves me, he really does," I began but Haley interrupted me.
"Stop calling him that! That freak doesn't deserve those pet names, there's nothing cute about him!" She yelled.
I chuckled inwardly. "I'm pregnant. I think." I finally said.
I felt the car stop suddenly in the middle of the road. My sister was frozen, staring at me. She looked surprised, shocked, afraid. Her eyes bore into mine and that's when I looked away.
"WHAT?!"
"Haley, please, it's OK." I said.
"No, it's really not Harleen. You had sex with that freak!?" She asked.
Why was this so shocking? He was my boyfriend! At the end of the day, there was love between us, otherwise why would I even be around? I had had enough of her rude outbursts.
"That freak is my puddin and the father of my baby! So stop being so damn mean!" I yelled out, causing her to look back to the road and drive.
"If you can't help me out when I really need someone, then-"
"I'm always here for you sis," she said in a much more calm voice, "no matter what. No matter when. Even if it is to have that criminal's demon baby."
"Demon baby?" I asked in disbelief. I had to admit, my sick mind registered it as being pretty funny but I couldn't let her know that.
"I'm sorry, that was out of line," she said as she continued to look ahead.
It was quiet now. Dead silent until we reached the house. Without a word, she opened the door to the car and exited, grabbing my stuff. I stood up and stretched, watching her walk up to the porch.
She turned back and smiled faintly.
"Welcome home."
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---(One month later)---
Jonny Frost looked down at the hundreds of guns littering the tables. He watched his boss putting on his large purple coat and securing knives and switchblades inside it. Frost watched his actions very closely.
They were preparing to go on their third heist this week. Things were going relatively well. The Joker was on his A-game. He had finally put the initial steps of his master plan at work, and the success that he had been experiencing had blinded me to certain things.
Like Harley. Or where she was, for that matter.
"Uh, boss. You forgetting anything?" Frost asked. He would always ask the same question before going on heists ever since Harley left. He'd ask on purpose, just to see if the look on the Joker's face would falter.
Instead, the Joker would stare blankly at Frost.
Of course.
Frost would always pull up a gun he'd keep in hand, just in case the Joker wouldn't come to realize Harley was missing. Which he never did.
"Ahh, of course, more of the goodies," the Joker grinned and took the gun from Jonny's grasp.