In Too Deep

14

Third Day of a Seven Day Binge by Marilyn Manson

I tap my nails against the table. I have yet to touch the sandwich i prepared for myself. It's not that it taste bad, i just can't concentrate on anything.

The door to the lunch room opens and i look up to see Trey walk in. As soon as his eyes land on me his face lights up like a child at a candy store.

"Hey Harley" he says and I smile.

"Hey Trey" he walks over to the fridge to the far left. He bends over to look through its contents and takes out his lunch.

He places his container inside the microwave and sets it for two minutes.

I lean forward on the table and rest my elbows on the surface.

"What did you bring?" I ask him as he takes a seat next to me. He leans back in the chair and crosses his ankle over his knee.

"Left over spaghetti from last night, looks like yours wasn't such a success" he points to my untouched sandwich.

"Yeah, i don't really seem to have worked up an appetite" i chuckle and he shrugs.

"It happens. There's nothing really appetizing about taking care of the criminally insane all day" i smile and nod.

"How's your shift so far?" I ask.

"Tiring. I went to bed late last night and I had to come here early in the morning" the microwave goes off and he stands to get his food.

"My sleep schedule has stabilized more or less. I go to sleep late and wake up early. I'm not that tired anymore although my eye bags would say otherwise" I comb my fingers through my hair.

"What eye bags?" he asks as he sits back down. He takes off the cover and sticks his fork into the pile of noodles.

The smell itself is enough to make my stomach rumble. He looks up from his leftovers and grins.

"Here" he pushes it over to me and I do my best to contain my excitement as I shove a forkful in my mouth.

"What does your sandwich have?" i cover my mouth as I do my best to swallow.

"Ham and cheese" he chuckles and takes a bite.

"Come on Harley at least heat it up. This is just sad" I roll my eyes and punch his arm.

"Hey! Don't disrespect my cooking skills. There's only so much I can do in a short period of time" I tell him as I take another bite.

"Looks like i'll hav to cook you dinner some day. That way you'll have actually good leftovers to eat for lunch" I look up at him and try to hide my smile.

"You're going to cook for me?" I tease.

"One day" I check my phone to see it's almost time for me to go back from lunch. I have a session.

"I'll hold you to that. I have to go back now" I place my phone into the pocket of my coat before standing up.

"Thanks for the lunch Trey" I pat his shoulder before walking towards the door.

"I'll see you around Harley" I look back to see him glimpse at my ass before looking up at me. I smirk.

I open the door and walk out into the hallway.

I arrive to the same room i was in yesterday with time to spare. I take a seat on the metal chair and flip through Jacks file.

None of this makes sense. I don't even know Jacks actual origin. I never asked him, he never asked mine. It didn't matter. All I was sure of was that he was the one for me.

The door opens and in walks the man that still manages to keep me up at night. His eyes stare deep into my being. He takes a seat across from me as his security guard adjusts the handcuffs on the table to him.

He smiles at me and I wave him goodbye as he closes the door behind him. My eyes land on Jack who hasn't blinked since he got here.

"What?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"Who are you?" my eyebrows furrow.

"I'm the one who gets to ask questions here, not you" I remind him but it doesn't phase him.

"Who are you?" he says again more sternly. I take a deep breath in and sigh.

"You know who I am, think long and hard" I lean over the table.

"I look a little different since the last time we saw each other" I smile and his eyes search my face. His face comforts and he holds the back of his head with his hands. I can hear him mumbling something to himself that I can't quite make out.

"Think long and hard Jack"

"Stop calling me that!" he yells and smashes his hands on the metal table. The chains hit the surface of the table creating a loud sound. I smirk as I watch him cringe and sit back down.

He hangs his head low, fidgeting with his hands.

"It's hurting you isn't it? It's hurting you to remember?" I ask him already knowing his answer. Of course it's hurting him.

Professor Strange made it so.

I stand up from my seat and walk over to his side

"What's your name?" he asks, his voice is rough. I can tell he's seconds away from a breakdown.

"Harley Quinn. Pleased to meet you" I stick my hand out in front of me and watch as his eyes flash with an emotion i've seen plenty of times before. Rage.

In a matter of seconds I'm pressed up against the wall with his hands secured tightly around my neck. I don't even have time to register what's going on as all I can focus on is my air capacity slowly extinguishing.

His eyes are wild and his hair is a mess as I take him in.

"Why are you here? Why are you always on my mind. Who are you?" he urges and I close my hand around his wrist to try to get him to stop. His hand is pressing on my esophagus slowly diminishing the airway.

"Stop" I try to gasp out but it's no use. I opt to just kicking him in the groin until I feel him start to loosen his grip. His eyes fall to my chest and he uses his free hand to pull down a bit of the collar.

His tongue poked out from his mouth and it passed across his canine.

He loosens fully, only keeping his hand there as a warning to keep me on the wall. His eyebrows furrow as his pale fingers outline my tattoo.

"Who are you...to me?" he asks in a whisper.

"It's me J" carefully i inch my hand up to touch his cheek. He lets me touch him, almost leaning into it.

"It's you" he repeats back, he watches me steadily as he nears me once again. He gazed down at me, still not removing his hand from my throat.

"It's me" he closes the distance between us with a kiss. His lips find mine along with his tongue.
He breaths heavily against my mouth and I hold him close to me with a hand in his hair.

My chest tightens and fills with a warmth i hadn't felt in a long time.

His hand holds my hip tightly, it's as if he's holding me on the wall to restrain himself.

He pulls away a minute later and leans his forehead against mine.

"You're my saving grace" I smirk as his mouth takes mine again. I'm your worst nightmare.

The plan still reminds the same, that doesn't mean I can't enjoy him for the time he has left.