Addicted

Chapter 12

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⛧A bit of blood

⛧Swearing

⛧Depressing topics

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I wake up the next morning in our bed, but something feels wrong. I go to the bathroom and freeze as soon as I see myself in the mirror.

There's blood.

That's not supposed to happen.

No. No no no no nooooo, god, please, no, I want this baby, please, I beg silently. I use the toilet, and seeing my blood-soaked underwear, I begin to panic. When more blood comes out, I start to cry.

"Jack," I sob, cleaning myself up. I hear him roll out of bed immediately and open the door. "Baby, what's wro-" He looks at me, sobbing and washing out blood-drenched underwear in the sink, and he looks at the blood in the toilet. He's speechless. "No," he says softly, heartbreak in his eyes.

More blood starts dripping out of me, and I start crying even harder, and that's when he's startled into action. He grabs one of my pads out from under the sink and hands it to me, making me sit down on the toilet. He then grabs a pair of clean underwear from my dresser and helps me put them on, and dries my tears as I put the pad on and pull up my underwear, shaking with sobs.

He pulls me into his arms, and after a minute or two, even his chest starts to quiver. He holds me tight, mourning the death of our son.

A couple hours later, he leaves me curled in a fetal position in bed to go to what's left of their fortress. "Don't worry, Sweetheart," he says, kissing me and looking at me with red-rimmed eyes. "I'll make them pay," he vows, darkness on his face.

Even after weeks pass, and I hardly leave our room. I barely eat or sleep or even shower. More often than not, I end up crying at least once every day with Puddin there to hold me.

Eventually, I surrender him to his job, promising I'll be okay without him there 24/7. The next day, when Kaylee brings me breakfast that I most likely won't eat, I tell her. Her face falls, tears filling her eyes. A couple days later, I decide to tell Selina what happened as well.

About fifteen minutes after I tell her, she pounds on my bedroom door, demanding I let her in. I open the door, and she bursts in with a huge box of candy and snacks and drinks. She hugs me so tight I almost can't breathe and sits me down on the bed. Shoving some food into my hands, she demands to know what happened.

I tell her, and she takes my hand while I cry, comforting me in the way only a best friend can. "I- I really wanted this baby, Selina," I wail, grabbing a handful of chocolate. "I know, honey, I know," she says, squeezing me.

"And Jack was excited, and I was excited, and Lucy would have had a little brother, and- and-" I say, tears making my words unintelligible.

"Shhhhhh," Selina breathes. "I promise things will get better, sweetie. I've had a miscarriage, too, and it takes a while, but things get better. You'll be happy again, I promise. Now, let's get you dressed and looking decent, and then we'll see how you feel. First thing's first- shower."

I nod and get into the shower. The bleeding had stopped over two weeks ago, but every time I get in the shower, I'm reminded of the first night of the miscarriage. When I had showered, blood kept streaming down my legs and feet, staining the floor red until the water washed it away.

I clean myself off, washing my hair thoroughly, feeling a little better from the feel of the dirt leaving my skin and scalp. I linger in the shower for a little bit, enjoying the hot water.

Getting out, I towel off with a brand new pink towel, rubbing the fluff over my body to remove the excess water. Then, I put on some lotion and brush my hair out, looking at myself in the mirror. I style my hair into a high ponytail, admiring how it curls at the ends with its reddish-pink and blue hues.

I step out of the bathroom feeling a bit better when Selina exclaims, "Oh, girllllll, you look so good!! Next step: clothes. What's your favorite fit?"

I smile a little bit, reaching into my dresser for my white crop top with puffed sleeves and my red pants. Once I'm dressed, Selina helps me do my makeup, doing my eyeliner in the way only she can. I look into the mirror, and I'm shocked by how different I look. I can almost pretend that none of this happened...

She stands next to me in the mirror, dressed in all back next to me in my red and white. Polar opposites. Best friends.

She sits me down on the bed again and asks how it happened. I explain the kidnapping and the way they treated me so roughly that I think it killed him. Her face darkens. "So it wasn't your fault?" she asks, connecting the dots. I shake my head sadly.

She stands up, takes a deep breath, and hollers, "JAY!" I wince. Oh, Jesus. Jack pops his head into the room. "Yes, ladie-" he stops when he sees me. "Harley, you look so much better," he says softly, coming in and hugging me tightly. I smile slightly.

"Jay. Get your head out of your ass. You haven't killed off those assholes who kidnapped her yet?" asks Selina, fuming. Puddin leans down into her face, staring at her. "I already annihilated them," he says softly. "They didn't even have time to take a breath," he says, towering over her. He leans farther into her face, forcing her to take a step backward as he grins. "And now, they won't take another."

She retreats and sits next to me on the bed. "Good," she growls. "You should have invited me."

He sits back down next to me. "It's amazing to see you feeling better, my love. I hated seeing you so miserable for all those weeks," he says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. Selina makes a disgusted noise. "You two are worse than me and b-" she stops. "You two need to stop with the PDA," she says instead.

Jay shrugs it off. "You don't need to worry about protecting his identity anymore. I already know who he really is, Cat. Bruce Wayne. But I'm not picking fights with him anymore. I have a family now. I can't go doing that. Those days are over, now calm down. Anyways, love," he says, getting up and kissing my forehead, "I need to get back to work. Tons of steady clients are backing out of deals all of a sudden. I think someone's forcing them or controlling them- they're not the types of people to stop buying once they start. You look so beautiful," he says longingly as he leaves the room.

Selina stands up, clearly shaken by the fact that Puddin knows Batman's identity. I try to soothe her, taking her hand and standing up as well. "Ready to go?" I ask. She shivers it off and grins. "Yes ma'am," she says, pulling me out of the room and down to the garage, and for the first time in a while, I start to feel happy again.

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