Harlow was meant to stay with us the summer after graduation. Our fathers had never been around much, always traveling around the world, but they had recently decided to start spending more time at home. It was no longer possible to keep her with us safely.
Not knowing if they were going to stick around or not, we were compelled to put our plan into motion sooner than we expected.
When Harlow came knocking at our mansion gate, Dean destroyed her. He told her we didn't want her anymore, that she wasn’t meant for our world, to leave and never come back. Breaking up with her on my behalf, much to my protests.
When she left, I spiraled downhill fast. As time went on, I became detached from my job, from my family, and spent my days drinking until I passed out—anything to numb the pain.
We sent someone to track her down, with money to give to her so that she could start a new life. That was the last time any of us mentioned her name.
One night, I got hammered and did something I normally don't do. On the three-year anniversary of Harlow’s leaving, I picked up this pretty blonde at the bar, went back to her place, and fucked her until I was numb and went home.
A few months later, she showed up at our office, claiming she was pregnant, and that the child was mine.
I instantly demanded to have a DNA test done once the child was born. Six months later, she gave birth, and the test came back stating that the baby girl was indeed mine.
My heart broke all over again because I always pictured myself starting a life with Harlow and her having our babies, but the moment I laid eyes on my daughter, it was put right back together.
Rose, or Rosie as I always call her, became my entire world. I knew in that moment that I would do anything for my little girl, and I’d kill any motherfucker who would dare to even think about causing her harm. She’s my little princess, and I’d die for her.
Rosie's mother saw this more as a payday, demanding a large amount of child support on top of whatever I’d spend when she was with me. Of course, I didn't hesitate to hand it over, anything to avoid a custody battle.
I can't allow that woman to take my daughter away from me and have been keeping up my payments to avoid any trouble. So, we need to find a solution to our problem as soon as possible, and if getting down on my knees for this Queenie woman gets us that money, I'd gladly kiss her feet to do it.
“Well, that went well. This whole thing is a fucking disaster, but I’m gonna go make that phone call and see if I can find an answer to ourlittleissue,” Neo sarcastically says, getting up off the couch, while making obscene and unnecessary noises as he does.
When he gets to the door, he turns back to face me. “Do you think she's as crazy as Harley Quinn?” he asks with wishful eyes. “Oh, I really hope she is,” he groans.
“You’ve always liked the crazy ones. The more mentally unstable, the more obsessed you are,” I comment.
“Well, anyways, off I go. Bye, Cassy,” he says in a girly voice, as he wiggles his fingers at me in a wave goodbye before exiting the room with a manic laugh.
Damn lunatic!
But I find myself chuckling anyways.