*J* (the continuation)

Part Forty-Four: Chapter 334: Desperately

It was dark. Only moonlight illuminated the labels of the bottles that Harley was attempting to read. She quietly moves bottles aside to get a look at the ones behind them. She's not entirely sure what she's looking for, as Ivy has an odd system of organizing her concoctions.

Just then Harley accidentally clinks two of the glass bottles against one another. Before she can even mentally wince at the sound, she can feel a vine wrapping itself around her ankle.

"Harley?" She soon hears a voice say.

Harley looks up and can see Ivy approaching her in the dark. "Hiya Red. How ya been?" She smiles.

"What in the world are you doing here Harley?" Ivy skeptically asks her.

"I'm sorry Ives, I jus needed sumthin ta promote fastah healin'," Harley explains.

"Are you hurt?" Ivy says with concern as her hand rests at Harley's cheek.

"N-no, it ain't fer me," Harley swallows.

"Then who's it for?" Ivy stares, "J wouldn't have been shy about asking me, nor would he send you to break in and steal from me. So who's it for? Jester? If so you can tell him to..."

Harley cuts her off, "Mistah J an me ain't togetha no more. I left him."

"You left J?" Ivy raises a brow. "I didn't figure you'd ever leave him."

"Sumbody helped me ta realize that Miatah J neva loved me," she swallows.

"You're with Jester now, aren't you?" Ivy rolls her eyes.

Harley shakes her head, "No. I'm with Jason now."

"Jason? As in Lucy's father? The man who raped you?" Ivy looks at Harley as if she were crazy.

"Yeah, all of that wuz jus a big musunderstandin'," Harley says, "He loves me, really loves me Ivy."

"That's what you said about J too," Ivy sighs, "I can't believe you left J for Jason of all people. What the hell is wrong with you Harley?"

"Ya ain't been around Ivy. You ain't seen how good Jason's been ta me. He's fixin' all tha pain Mistah J created. He loves me, fer real. I'm happy fer tha first time in a long time, an it's cuz a Jason. "Can't ya jus be happy fer me?" Harley tries reasoning her side of the story.

"So you came here to steal something for him? For your new boyfriend Jason? Because he's injured and needs to heal faster?" Ivy's hands rests on her own hips.

"Yeah," Harley looks down at her hands.

"How'd he get hurt?" Ivy asks her.

Harley knew she couldn't tell Ivy the truth. She simply couldn't trust her not to tell J. But she needed the medicine. "He got sum nasty cuts on his face," she halfway tells her the truth. "He's so handsome, I just wanna see his face get bettah."

"And just what makes you think I give a shit about his cut up face?" Ivy frowns.

"Oh come on Ivy, don't be like that. Just help me," Harley practically begs.

"That stuffs not free. Especially to a piece of shit like Jason," Ivy stands her ground.

Harley smiles and takes a step toward Ivy. Placing a hand on both sides of Ivy's face she presses her lips to hers. But instead of Ivy giving into the desire of Harley's lips, she pushes her away. Hard.

"You're willing to sleep with me just so you can get this stuff for some cuts to the face? You're lying to me. What's really going on Harley?" Ivy stares hatefully.

"Nuthin' Red," Harley shakes her head as her hand goes around to the small of her back. She pulls her gun and aims it right at Ivy. "I jus really need tha stuff an I ain't leavin' here without it," she cocks the gun.