(A/N) I decided on creating a time skip for future development of the characters, please don't be disappointed if you were interested in their high school life.
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"Shhhhh—According to several witnesses on this news report, we've been informed a woman has received severe chemical burns in the botanical department of research. It seems she's been gravely damaged to the point her face can't be distinguished by reports. The woman is currently in the hospital hanging for fear life!" The news man looked into the camera as it switched over to a woman. "Other reports review she had been push or smashed into the chemicals? Cases say the man is being arrested off the scene as we speak. The man argued it as an accident rather an attempt in murder. He had been head director of the facility, we've yet to get anymore information on the man."
"Turn off that BS?! Just another story they let out holding back all of the real details." Peter shouts at the blonde. He was rolling up dope for his buyers to pay for the rundown home they decided to settle in. It was closest to the blondes college campus. It was her final year majoring in psychology. "Make some dinner or something rather than listening to news that was probably a few years ago?" After Harley's ankle had become much stronger her competitions in high school ranked supreme as she was the reason the had become first in each event that welcomed her. Peter had been much different then? He cheered her bringing in roses each time. Though it made Harley sick to her core each time he kissed her? He was getting very greedy and manipulative after the second term of his college year? All he wanted was sex rather than the girls accomplishments? It was because of him she decided to get into psychology...She had completely dropped everything for him, though to her she didn't see it as an unrequited love. She had grown attached to him as if leaving the house without his consent would send her down to the pits of hell.
Her mind tried drifting to her high school years with him, but it only reminded her of Jessica. The one thing that threw her off after high school was Jessica's suicide. She killed herself after the second quarter giving no other reasons rather than she had nothing to live for....Harley was trapped in between the loss of her friend and what use to be the sweet charismatic boy she enjoyed. Going back in time brought tears to her eyes, and the present somehow did the exact same thing. Her parents moved to Maine after her graduation complaining that the crime rates had grown. A quick flash of a hand sent the blonde to the side quickly bumping her head. "What the hell did I say?! Dinner will you?!" Peter let out catching the girl off guard.
He had never slapped her before? She stood up immediately refusing to carry out the mans wishes. She knew at some point he would lead up to hitting, but the second it reached that point she planned to leave immediately. She stood up walking into the kitchen placing a pot on the stove and pouring water into it. The fire lit beneath creating a ticking noise. She slid it over to low and began walking toward the room she slept in. She grasped as many clothes she could handle and packed them into a bag bringing her study materials along with her. She pulled out the cash her mother made her stash away. Immediately she rushed out of the house as silently as possible while the man focused intently on the paper and tools in front of him. She sighed and began running toward the campus. Immediately she rushed into one of her classrooms in search of an instructor. "Miss Quinzel? Students are not permitted to be in here after hours?"
"Listen tomorrow's the last test correct? If I take it now could I officially graduate and attend the actual graduation ceremony on the day of the ceremony!" She rushed.
"What is your hurry?" He tested.
"My life could be in danger, and I need to stay low for a while." The blonde let out almost immediately with the look of fear in her eyes:
The man looked down and around for any possible professors going by. He sighed. "Yes. Though I can't do this for free." The older man smiled causing the girl to look at him in horror of the possible motive in his mind.
