Harley Quinn's Pov
I fell to the ground as his hand hit my face.
"What was that for Mr. Jay?" I asked with a sad face.
"Did I say to bring back three bags of crack?" He asked, "NO, I SAID FIVE."
"But it's all I could get-"
"That isn't a good excuse Harley," he replied kicking me in my side, "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO HAVE RESPECT FOR ME."
I could feel tears sting in my eyes, but I had to hold them back.
"I do have respect for you!" I said.
He pushed his hair back and twitched his eye.
"Doesn't seem like you do," he said, "and you need to be punished for that."
"But Mr. J-"
"Don't Mr. J me you whore!"
I stood up, "NOW YOU CAN SLAP ME IN THE FACE BUT YOU CAN'T CALL ME NAMES LIKE THAT-"
He punched me in the face. I fell to the ground and wiped my nose. There was blood all over my fingers.
"Come on," he said taking a step towards me, "I dare you to talk to me like that again. Do it."
"No," I replied.
"Do it."
"No."
"Do it."
"No."
"DO IT."
"GOT TO HELL!"
"THAT'S IT!" He yelled and grabbed me by my hair. He dragged me across the floor and threw me into the wall.
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE RESPECTFUL TO ME HARLEY," he said kicking me in the side, "I'M ALL YOU GOT! I'M ALL YOU GOT GOT."
He kicked me in the head then in the shin. He beat me up for a little more until he stopped and walked to the other side of the room.
I touched my face then looked at my hand. Blood covered my whole hand. I blinked and it hurt. I most likely had a black eye.
"Get out of here," he mumbled.
"What?" I asked.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" He yelled, "I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN UNTIL YOU LEARN YOUR LESSON, YA HEAR?"
I nodded and stood up. I held my side as I limped towards the door. As I opened the door he threw a glass bottle at me. It shattered on my side and glass shards flew everywhere. I think some even got in my hair.
I walked out and closed the door. I cried as soon I was out of sight of high. I climbed the stairs that were in front of me until I came to the end. I opened the next door and I was on the rooftop.
It was night time and the sky was a pretty navy blue. The sky was filled with stars and the air was cool.
I sat down and leaned back. I crawled up into a ball and wrapped my arms around my legs trying to stay warm. I watched out of the corner of my eye blood coming down my cheek. I was in bad condition. Who was going to help me? Probably nobody. Mr. J would never fix what he created.