Vixen

Chapter 7

Oop. 😃 -Reece

One year later

Harley's POV

"No! No! What happened?! Jacob!" I screamed, dropping to my knees next to him in despair. My eyes flew around his body; a bloody gauze laid on his stomach.

I grabbed Jacob's face, "Jake!" I shook him, "JAKE!" I screamed, my voice cracking.

His face was lifeless and pallid in my grip. His eyes shut.

"No." I cried heavily, hyperventilating.

I shook my head, banishing the evil memories, but the pain lingered. The wound never fully healed. It never healed at all; still as fresh as when I first saw him lying cold and unmoving in a pool of fresh blood.

I sat in a round booth of a club. Which one, I don't know. One of the many I've been to in this past year since Jacob's death.

It helps; drowning your sorrows. It helps to forget-

I felt sick, watching my brother lie there-, "I can't deal with this shit." I said before I ran into the elevator.

I watched the doors close and my brother disappear behind the iron.

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

I can't. I can't. I can't.

It helps to run away.

"Take a line Harley." I glanced at the man sat next to me. I didn't recognise him, but agreed nonetheless, snorting the white powder. I took a long gulp of my balkan vodka.

Jacob used to drink this.

The burn down my throat distracted from the consuming thoughts. Anything was better than remembering what happened. Anything.

My phone rang in my pocket, Vixen. I answered putting it up to my ear, "Harley! Where are you?" She demanded.

I looked around, "I... don't know!" I shouted over the music.

"What are you doing?" She asked. I can hear her frustration; it's not the first time she's called me.

"Take a guess Vi!" I shouted, "You know what I'm doing. It's what I've been doing for the last year."

Vixen huffed over the phone, "It's not healthy, Harls."

"Well to be honest, I don't really care about my health." I snatched someone else's drink and downed it.

"Don't be stupid Harley! Of course you care about your health!"

"Do I really?" I laughed coldly, "What do I have to live for Vi? My family are dead. Apart from you, who is too busy with the fucking Mafia I was meant to take over, but couldn't handle. So yeah I care about my fucking health." I scoffed.

"Shut the fuck up Harley. It doesn't mean you get to ruin yourself. It's not what they would've wanted." I could hear her familiar rage seeping into her tone. She wasn't happy but hell— neither was I.

"Well what they would've wanted, doesn't matter now." I dismissed dejectedly.

"You need to get yourself together and quit feeling sorry for yourself-"

"He was my brother Vixen! If I want to feel fucking sorry for myself I fucking will."

"You're not the only one who lost him Harley!" She blew out a breath, "I don't know why I bother, you won't remember this in the morning." She said to herself, "I'm coming to pick you up." She said finally, before hanging up.