Addicted

Chapter 4

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⭒♡⭒Swearing

⭒♡⭒Violence

⭒♡⭒Some adult concepts

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Right before we enter the house, J squeezes my hand. "Let's give her hell," he whispers, grinning. There's my confident puddin, I think, smiling. We walk towards the house, staying in the shadows. He pulls out a weird lookin' gadget, attaches it to the doorknob, and it starts whirring away. Three seconds later, the doorknob falls off with a soft clunk.

"Remember, Puddin, we're here to get your friends only- not to make a mess or get revenge," I caution him- even though I would be fine leaving Punchline here to suffer. He looks at me, bloodlust in his eyes. "No promises, Darlin'," he says, and with that, he shoves the door open.

It's too quick for me to react. Ivy is standing there, grinning demonically. Immediately, she shoves her pinky fingers into his ears, making him freeze. Then he starts to show signs of discomfort, then pain. He starts to writhe in anguish, his groans building to curses to screaming in agony.

I cover my ears, tears streaming down my face. "IVY, STOP! YOU'RE HURTING HIM! Please," I sob. "Don't hurt my Puddin," I say, teardrops rolling down my cheeks.

"I'm afraid I can't stop." Ivy drops him to the ground, vines wrapping out of his ears and around his neck. He lays there, motionless. "He's been poisoning you for far too long. Don't you see? I'm freeing you," she says, love shining in her eyes.

"But, where's Coe??? And Trey?? And Punchline?" I ask, confused as all hell. She looks at me and laughs, booping my nose. I flinch away from her. "I never took any of them. Your darling 'Smirk' came to me- exchanged a night in bed for the info to get to your house. If he didn't kill The Joker, he promised to send him to me. And now that you're here and he's out of the way, we can finally be together again!"

I gape at her, astonished. "Oh, Ivy," I say. "I don't want to be. Why can't you just accept that I don't love you anymore? Yes, we were amazing together, but this man is my everything. He-"

"Harley, you still love me. I can feel it," she says, trying to hug me. I break free, pushing her away. "No," I say, starting to cry. "I. Don't. Love. You. Anymore. I never even did, Ivy. You were a fucking distraction," I say, voice cracking. "You kept the hole in my chest closed for a while- even though he was the only one who could truly fix it."

I look over him, and his blank, zombie-like stare only intensifies my trainwreck of emotions. His chest is barely moving. His eyes lay open, and he blinks way slower than normal.

Ivy's staring at me, and I think she's finally starting to get it, but then she disappoints me again. "But-"

"NO!" I scream, voice breaking. "YOU WERE MY SECOND CHOICE, IVY! And you always will be," I say, tears streaming down my flushed cheeks.

Ivy gazes at me, tears filling her eyes, too. She swallows. "Then I guess there's only one thing to do," she says, hurt filling her voice.

I blink, confused. "This," she says, venom filling her voice. She whips out a knife, and just as she plunges down, I grab the gun from the side of my thigh and-

BANG!

She cries out. Falls to the ground.

"Puddin!" I cry. Without a second thought, I rush to his side. The vines have slithered out of his ears and fallen limp to the ground. I check his pulse frantically. If he doesn't live, that's it for me. I'll officially go off the deep end. He might bring out the wild side in me, but he also keeps me stable. I sigh in relief. It's a bit slow, but nothing worrisome. 

Then I turn my focus to Ivy, dreading what I've done. I stare, horrified. I didn't wanna kill her- I just wanted to get her away from my precious J. She seems conscious, but there's blood seeping from a wound in her upper thigh. I look at the girl who loves me, the girl who tried to kill my husband to take back my love.

I drag her back inside the house, looking for scissors. Then, I cut a piece of her shirt off and tie her thigh tightly so she doesn't lose any more blood. After that, I drag her to the couch and lay her there. She groans, and I freeze.

When she's on the couch, her eyelids flutter. "Harley?" she murmurs, eyes glassy. "I knew you wouldn't leave me to die," she says, some of her cockiness showing through.

"You aren't gonna die," I say, propping her up with some pillows. "But lay one more finger on my Mr. J, and you'll get worse than this- that I can promise you."

She laughs softly. "You were always so... Fiery, Cherie." A look of sadness clouds her face. "I really thought I had another chance," she says quietly. "But you love him, don't you? And I can't change that."

I shake my head. "No... You can't," I confirm.

She lets out a long sigh. "Well, at least I can say I tried. But really," she says, staring up at me, "can we still be friends? I promise I won't try anything."

I pause cautiously. "...Maybe. Try to get some sleep, and I'll send someone over to help you in the morning, ok?"

Her eyes drift shut, and I leave her on the couch, putting a glass of water next to her on the table. Looking back at her, the memories flood back-  The first time she slept over at my house. She woke up that morning before me. "My cute little psycho," she'd said, watching me sleep. More and more come crashing in, until it's so much that I cant handle it. I shut the door, not bothering to even try to reassemble the doorknob.

Jack hasn't moved since I dragged Ivy inside, which worries me. I heave and haul and pull and drag him to my bike and prop him up on my seat. Then I attach his bike to mine and, kickstarting it, I roar off towards home, my darling Puddin leaning against my back.

Then I did one thing I haven't done since I was a child...

I prayed to God.

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