Addicted

Chapter 1

✧TW!!✧

⭒ ⊹ ⭒Some sensual activities 

⭒ ⊹ ⭒Partial violence 

⭒ ⊹ ⭒Small amounts of gore 

✦𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮✦

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I watch him while he sleeps. It's one of the only times he gets to rest from his exhausting facade of being the tough guy- the other time is when he's with me alone. His red lips curl into a smile all of a sudden- a real smile. I love his smile. I love everything about him: the way his neck arches back when he wants something really bad, the look he gets when he's thinking hard, the insane jealousy he has, his possessiveness of me. The way he kills with his calm, collected manner. The way he holds me tight at night. His pure, white skin, his green hair, his beautiful blue-green eyes. The tattoos that cover almost every inch of his skin. His insanely free, reckless, maniacal laugh. My Puddin. 

All of a sudden, his breathing quickens. He starts scowling, and then his expression rearranges into something I've never seen on his face before. Then, so startling that I almost fall out of bed, he screams, "NO!" and bolts upright, reaching for the gun he keeps in his bedside table. I scramble over to him, "Shh, Puddin, it's ok, you were having a dream. It's ok. There's no one here who can hurt you. You're safe now."

He exhales. "They had you. They were holding a gun to your head, and it was on automatic, and I wouldn't have been able to do anything but sit there and watch as you died, and I can't- I can't- can't watch them shatter my heart into pieces-" I put a finger to his lips. "I'm safe, Puddin. You're safe. What else is there to worry about?" Then I remember: "LUCY," I say frantically. 

"I told you, Jack, we should keep her crib in our room," I say as we race through the halls of his inherited mansion. I curse. "Why is this house so damn big?" He grabs my hand and pulls me faster, sprinting at an inhuman speed. He's so beautiful when he runs, I just wanna- LUCY. FOCUS, Harley. 

We finally get there, and he tears the door open, almost off its hinges, worried about his baby girl. But there she is. Sleeping peacefully. She stirs a bit at the commotion, but soon she eases up again. I exhale, all the tension leaving my body. He relaxes as well, leaning into me, holding my hand. "Just look at her, Harls." 

"She's just so beautiful and sweet," I breathe, afraid to wake her up. He smiles again, one of those rare, real smiles that comes from the intense joy he gets whenever he spends time with me or Lucy. "She takes after her mother, you know," he says, leaning over to kiss me. I grin. "How did I ever land you, Mister J?" I ask, rubbing his back. "Because you're crazy," he responds, dropping another kiss on my forehead.

I smile softly, then remember what I was going to say. "We're moving her into our room tomorrow. Or even across the hall, but we're not keeping her across the entire damn house. I can't stand her being that far away. It worries me."He starts to nod, then tenses. "Pumpkin. What was that noise?" I have really sensitive ears, but even I don't have the almost inhuman senses he does. "I don't hear anything. What did you-? Did one of the maids leave a window open?" Then I hear it- a slamming noise. It gets louder and louder until Lucy startles, wakes up, and begins to cry. His face darkens. "Now whoever it is is gonna pay. They woke up my baby. I'll be right back." 

I grab his shoulder. "Puddin, wait- what if it's an ambush? I'm going too." His face softens. "Harley-girl, you cant leave Lucy alone." I pick her up and put her on my chest and shush her sweetly and comfort her. Her crying fades, and she falls back asleep in a matter of seconds. One of the best things about her is she sleeps like a rock, and usually, she falls asleep really quick.