CHAPTER 1

Keep your head up high,and your middle finger higher

"Keep it moving Miss Nicholai," the female cop pushed me forward out of my cell, to the waiting room where I saw mom in her CBI uniform glaring daggers at my head. If looks could kill, I'm pretty sure I'll be six feet below the ground.

"Thank you officer Willis," mom sighed and I rolled my eyes.

"What the fuck is there to thank about? she's been mean to me for the last six hours." I exasperated and they both glared at me.

"Don't you dare utter a word Harriet. I'm one second away from snapping at you," mom scolded and I frowned at her.

"You don't have the right to scold me you're not my dad." I corrected her and she growled in anger. Even in anger, she still looked beautiful. I was extremely jealous at my mom, she had blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin. And I was blessed after my dad, brown hair which I cut into bob and brown eyes. She was seen as Manchester's hero for risking her life to save her loved ones when she was younger and I was seen as Manchester's

villain for committing murder at age 8

"You need to change back to the clothes you came in here with," the officer informed me and I pouted my lips.

"But it's bloody, I don't like it when people stare at me when I'm bloody." I whined and she glared at me. It was true though, I couldn't walk about with a bloody shirt and I liked the white jumpsuit, it reminded me of the white dress I wore at the asylum.

"You're lucky your mother is a CBI or else you would have stayed here longer," the officer spoke and I flipped her the bird. I picked up my uniform and bag and followed mom out of the station.

"You will pay for this I swear. My son can barely talk or eat thanks to you." I heard a woman scream outside the station and I turned to see the older version of the guy who's pinky was bitten off by me.

"Hollup! You shoulda trained him not to bully girls like me. Your lucky I didn't chop off his baby maker." I seethed and she gasped in anger.

"I'm sorry but we have to go," my mom's voice erupted and I saw her entering her car.

"Tell your boy I say hi." I told the woman and got into my mom's car.

"Seat belts," She ordered and I groaned.

"I don't need one." I replied and she glared at me.

"Whatever." I mumbled and put on the seat belt, sticking out my tongue childishly at her. The drive was silent and tension filled. I could feel the waves of anger flowing through us.

We got home and I jumped out of the car quickly, slamming the door hard behind me. I opened our door and was greeted by a furry animal jumping on me.

"Hey there Storm." I giggled, scratching its ears and it purred. Storm was the name I gave to my trained pet raccoon when I found it on a tree at the back yard of our home. It was too cute to let go and after so many pleas and threat to burn down the house, mom allowed it to stay.

"You hungry buddy?" I asked and it jumped out of my arms and scurried to the kitchen. I followed it and brought out his plate before pouring some marshmallows for it to eat.

"You think your just gonna get away with what happened huh?" mom asked and I groaned, I didn't like conversations with my mom, they always ended up with screams and slamming of doors.

"He pushed me to the floor, what was I supposed to do? Sit down and watch him trash talk me around like a rag doll. No thanks." I told her and she sighed.

"Why are you doing this Harriet? I make sure I work really hard to pay your damn fees, pay the bills and put food on the table," she raised her voice and my hands twitched in anger.

"That's not enough mom. We don't need all of that, all we need is you. Ever since Garriet died, you distanced yourself from us. Dad had to give his company to uncle Liam to handle just so he could be there, dad lost his parents at the same period too and all you ever cared about was your stupid job!" I yelled at her and she balled her fist.

"This isn't about your father, this is about you. We're discussing you and not your father!" she yelled back and I gave her a cold stare.

"I needed to defend myself and why do you care anyways? You stopped caring when Garriet was attacked, you weren't there when she was defribrillized, you weren't there when she said her last goodbye, you weren't there when she was buried,you weren't there when I was diagnosed with IED, you made the judge send dad away, you never visited me at the asylum, so what the actual fuck is there to discuss about me? Why don't we discuss about how you've been a bad mother!" I yelled, releasing the aura of anger.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me Harriet," she warned and I let out a dry chuckle. That was all she got to say.

"C'mon Storm I'm off to bed." I called him and he hopped off the counter and jumped on my shoulder.

"Don't you dare walk out on me," she scolded and I smirked,

"Watch me." I muttered and left her there shocked. I got to my room and locked the door. I slid down the door and sat on the floor, curving marks on the wooden floorboard of my room with my pocket knife. I won't cry, I won't fucking cry. She's not worth your tears. Only the painful blood drying tasers are worth your tears. She can rot in hell for all I bloody care. I don't need to cry. Tears are for mental institutions.

"Harriet." I heard a voice whisper from outside my room and I smiled brightly and unlocked the door. There, my two younger twins stood with curious faces.

"Hey buddies." I greeted, ruffling Wilson's hair knowing full well how much he hated it.

"Hey!" He pouted and I laughed and cocked an eyebrow at Wesley who looked shy, staring at the ground.

"What do you guys want." I asked, setting Storm's bed.

"We just wanted to know why you and mom fought again." Wilson told me and I laughed at Wesley's red cheeks.

"I got arrested for chopping off a boy's pinky nothing bad." I shrugged and smirked at their horrifying looks. No matter how angry I could get, I could never snap at them. They were a pair of adorable 9-year olds. Unfortanately they were identical, but I could differentiate them a little. Wesley was the shy and nerdy type with a birth mark on his cheek bone and unlike Wilson, his hair was always unkempt. Wilson was the bold and too lazy type, the only thing he cherished in life was his hair.

"That's cool." Wilson said, a huge smile on his face.

"No it's not, it's very bad." Wesley corrected and I nodded agreeing with him.

"But she did it to protect herself just like she taught us." Wilson defended himself and I shook my head, disagreeing with him. Remind me to stop teaching Wilson bad stuffs.

"Guys, it's a school night, bed awaits." I shooed them out of my room, ignoring Wilson's protest and locked my room. I had my bath, scrubbing off the dried stain of blood on my fingers. I changed into my pajamas, turning on the room heater and hopped on the bed.

"Thank you Storm." I thanked him when he brought my sleeping pills and laid back on his bed.

"Goodnight Storm." I mumbled, giving in to sleep.

I got the name Storm from my younger brother who loves raccoons. Unfortunately for him my dad hates pets plus who would want to have a raccoon here in my country 😂😂

So strange