Addicted

Chapter 2

✧TW!!✧

⭒ ⊹ ⭒Partial violence

⭒ ⊹ ⭒Some swearing

⭒ ⊹ ⭒Some mature insinuations

✦ enjoy!! ✦

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The next morning, Puddin and I move Lucy's bed into the room across the hall from us. The task, along with moving all her toys and decorations, took about three hours, and we'd just finished when he remembered about Smirk.

So I put Lucy down for a nap, we had a quick lunch, instructed the servants on their tasks for the day, and we headed downstairs to have a look at him. "I just realized," Puddin said on the way down, "we could have just had the servants do all the work."

"But then we'd have to move it around to where we wanted it," I remind him, picking up my pace to keep up with his insanely long and quick strides. He's 6'1, and I'm 5'6, so I'm not slow, but I'm definitely not as quick as he can be.

Smirk/Ivy is standing in his cell, grinning evilly. That awful, leafy tongue came snaking up his throat again, and Ivy's voice came out of his mouth. "I knew you'd come to talk to me. How's it going, Mr. Napier?" he asked, sneering mockingly. Jack's face darkens. "Get out of his head," he says, glowering.

"Why should I? Your wife looks fabulous, by the way. I used to bang her, you know. She's really good in bed."

That was all it took. Jack opened the door and slammed Smirk/Ivy into the wall, squeezing his neck so hard the plants making his tongue turned brown and died.

"And then... She came back to me. She left  you.. For me," J says, leaning farther and farther into the choking guy's face, grinning. "Don't make me make you suffer, Ivy. I know it hurt you when I tugged these," he said, taking a hold of one of the ivy tendrils growing out of Smirk/Ivy's head. "Doesn't it?" he asked, pulling it slightly.

Smirk/Ivy gasped, shuddering. "Don't- don't touch those-" he choked, eyes rolling back into his head. J tilts his head ponderingly. "You mean like this?" he asks. "Pumpkin, cover your ears," he warns, and yanks a handful of vines as hard as possible. I clap my hands over my ears right before Smirk/Ivy screams out in pain, then drops to the floor and lays there, unmoving. Jack's breathing hard, a look of anger still on his face, but a sliver of remorse in his eyes.

"Harl, what if I hurt him? What if I didn't hurt Ivy, just him? Come over here and help me figure something out, Pumpkin. I need to get her out of his head."

I walk over and help him roll him over, looking for any possible sign. Then I see it- a sliver of white poking out from under the vines that hang down the back of his head.

"Puddin, look. What's that white thing?" I ask, trying to pull apart the tendrils in the back. They resist, moving as if they have a mind of their own. I gasp and grab the knife I have strapped to my thigh and slice them. "Harley, no, what if it hurts him-" J says frantically, but all the vines do is shrivel up and turn brown, stopping their serpent-like movement.

His eyes widen. "Gimme that knife, Darlin." I hand it over, and he slices away vine after vine, and they all shrivel and turn brown. Then, when he's finished, I see what that white thing was. A singular bloom of poison ivy, growing out of the back of his head. I touch it gingerly, afraid of what it might do, but it just sits there like a normal flower, delicate and beautiful. J pulls at it gently, but it seems pretty firmly rooted.

"I'm worried that if I pull too hard, it's gonna fuck up his brain," he mutters, knife between his teeth. He pulls gently until he sees a teeny sliver of space between the flower and head, gracefully swings the knife out of his mouth, and slashes the vine. Immediately, the flower withers and turns into brown dust, and the vines all fall out of Smirk's head from the roots- even the one in the back that was rooting the bloom in.

A look of relief crosses Jack's face. "Good job, Puddin," I say admiringly. "You're such a genius," I add, placing a kiss on his cheek from where I'm kneeling beside him. He nods, slightly distracted by trying to figure out if his friend is alive.

"His hand's still warm," he says feverishly. "This man saved my life one time, Harley. I can't let him die. He has to be alive still. Oh Lord, what if cutting that flower killed him?" he says frantically. I stand up and smooth back his hair, kissing his forehead.

"I'm sure he's fine," I say soothingly. "It's almost dinnertime- and ya gotta eat, Puddin. Come on," I say gently. "We can see if he's still breathing afterward."

He nods, standing up and brushing the dead vines off him. Taking his hand, I lead him upstairs to the dining area. Just as we sit down to eat, a servant appears with Lucy and hands her to me. I take her and she smiles, staring up at me with my Puddin's beautiful green eyes. She's almost a year now, and neither of us can imagine life without our happy baby girl.

Seeing Lucy seems to wake J up a bit. He smiles at her and she coos, reaching for his finger. "Are you my little girl? Who's my little girl," he murmurs, seeming to relax and forget about Smirk for a little bit. I watch them fondly. This right here, this little group of people, this is my world. My everything.

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