Jinx {thirty-seven} Saint Jimmy's Coming Down Across The Alley Way.

Henderson's POV
I felt bad about lying to Mike... really bad... I mean, I can't think of a time when he lied to me other than the day he went to pick out my engagement ring but that was understandable...
What I was doing was big... I was going to have lunch with the man I'd swore to myself I'd forget...
Good going Henderson, you're fucked.
I am not!
Yes you are. Have you ever gone to J's without shooting up Novacaine or fucking him?
No...
My point exactly...
Oh god I am fucked...
I shook my head and pulled up outside of Shenanigans, the only good bar in the Streets Of Shame.
"Welcome home, W," I whispered as I pushed open the door. As soon as I walked in, it went quiet. Everyone stared, some mouths dropping.
"W-Whatsername?" One of them breathed.
I smiled and sat down at the bar. Immediately everyone started whispering and staring at me with wide eyes. The bar tender was also gaping at me.
"Armatage?" I asked, snapping my fingers in front of his face. He walked out from behind the bar and embraced me in a tight hug.
"It's great to have you back, W," he smiled, letting me go. Armatage Shanks and I grew up together. He was like the big brother I never had. Granted Tre was my brother but he was still younger and he couldn't do shit if he ever had to stand up for me against a pissed off dealer or junkie. Needless to say, I hurt A the worst when I left, well, not including J.. that's a given...
No one knew about my past, not Kate, not Mike, not Tre, not anyone. Jimmy and Armatage were the only people that knew.
When I was with Jimmy, Novacaine was like my blood. I needed it to survive.
I was a fucking alcoholic. Granted I still am but, I was worse off then...
I realize now how out of control my life was when I was with him, I just wish I had realized it sooner.
I looked up when the door opened and froze.
Cue Jimmy walking in.
Cue my breath getting caught in my throat.
His black hair was limply spiked and his blue eyes were shining behind a thick rim of liner, his soft lips curved into a smirk when he saw me.
"Hello, Whatsername," he said, sitting next to me, capturing my lips with his before I knew what was happening.
I tried to pull away, I really did...
He smirked and kissed me harder for a moment longer before pulling away.
"I knew you couldn't resist," he said, his voice low and seductive. Oh how I wanted to knock myself out against the counter...
"You said you wouldn't try anything..." I gasped, a bit breathless.
"One, it's me, two, with you dressed like that? Be thankful I don't have you in the bathroom right now," he said, a faint smirk playing about his lips as he looked me over, his eyes lingering on my chest. I sighed.
"Jimmy, why did you call?" I asked, biting my lip cautiously.
"Come back with me, W," he begged.
"Jimmy... I'm getting married to Mike, I left you three years ago. Move on, please, I did! And I was the one who didn't eat for three months because I wanted to starve myself to death because the man I loved was an asshole..." I said bitterly.
"No, I don't think you understand, I'm not asking you to come with me, I'm telling you," he said, his voice dropping and suddenly going cold.
"Excuse me?" I asked, slightly taken aback.
"You're coming back with me." He commanded.
"What if I don't?" I snapped. He smirked. Oh god... that smirk never meant anything good....
"If you don't, that little family you have is going to be gone."
"G-gone? What do you mean gone?" I asked, fearing the answer I already knew. He smirked wider and he dragged his fingers across his neck. I gulped.
"J... please... you wouldn't..." I said weakly.
"Oh I would. You see, you're mine, and I don't like that Moron having you," he said, taking a swig from the bottle of vodka he'd grabbed from behind the bar.
"No, Jimmy, I'm not yours... I'm Mike's," I held up my left hand. "See? Mike's, not yours," big mistake...
He grabbed me left hand tightly making me gasp.
"Do you want me to kill them? Coz I'll make sure you watch when I pull the trigger on the boy of yours. I'll make sure you see his pleading eyes right before I kill him," he snarled, his face an inch away from mine.
Tears started pouring from my eyes and down my cheeks.
"J..." I started brokenly.
"Yes, W?" he said, wiping my tears away with his thumb. I jumped back at his touch, almost falling off the bar stool. "Now, now, W, wouldn't want you getting hurt now would we?" He said in a sicky sweet voice.
"I-if you really l-loved me you'd w-want what's best f-for me..."
"No, you see, what's best for you is for you to be here, with me."
"N-no it's n-not. Wh-when I was here m-my life was spinning out of c-control," I whispered, wiping away my tears.
"But you were happier. Your heart didn't ache. You didn't have to choose betw-"
"You think it'll be any better now?! I'm fucking engaged Jimmy!!" I yepled, forgetting my tears and worry.
"I can make you forget all that," he said, holding up a syringe no doubt filled with Novacaine.
Stop staring at it, you quit...
Yeah but... look at it... so peaceful.. so numbing...
Stop it!
You can't tell me you don't want it!
I do but... remember when you quit? Remember the pain you went through?
Yeah...
Do you WANT to go through that again?
No... But if I don't quit again, there's no problem!
But you're engaged to Mike who if he found out you were doing 'Caine you'd be fucked.
So? Look at it...
HENDERSON! SNAP OUT OF IT!
...
Henderson?! I swear to god if you even touch that shit I'll make you regret it...
You can't do shit!
You wanna fucking bet?
No...
Exactly
I shook my head, clearing away those thoughts and bringing me back to reality. The sick reality that was spinning around me.
"I... I..." I couldn't think of anything to say. I had thousands of thoughts screaming in my head telling me to get up and walk away or to say no or to punch him to do something but all I did was sit there.
"Well...?" He asked after what seemed like ages
"I'll do it. Just, promise me you won't hurt them," I said, taking a deep breath.
"I won't. I promise." He said, hiding a smirk.
"They're gonna notice I'm gone, they're going to assume I'm with you, you know that, right?"
"I'll take care of it."
"How? You said you wouldn't-"
"I'm not going to hurt them," he confirmed. He leaned in and kissed me again. I melted into him and kissed back.
As much as I loathed him at this particular point in time, I couldn't bring myself to pull away. There was just something about him, that, even when i wanted to rip his throat out, I'd always love. I guess it was the Whatsername half of me that still wanted her Jimmy and waned to be back here...
"I have to go..." I mumbled, pulling away.
"Okay, and remember, if you tell them or anyone, I'll kill them, and you." he said, walking with me outside to my car. He slammed me against the side of it and kissed me harshly, pressing against me hard. My breathing quickened as I pushed him off.
"I didn't say I was going to fuck you," I glared, climbing into my car.
"I love you," Jimmy said.
"If you loved me you wouldn't put me through this," and with that I drove off, tears spilling out of me eyes as soon as I hit the road.
*gapes* Jimmy's an evil bastard! (Kate: Glad you see things my way!!) (Henderson: I hate him... I really, really do...) (Kate: Oh, it's armageddon...) Woo! She hates J! Finally! *parties* (Henderson: well... here I do... my J poster doesn't help...) (Kate: *groans*)
[Still] Henderson's POV
I pulled up at home and fixed my make-up, my hair, and slowly calmed down. I needed them to believe everything was alright. That I was happy. I looked at myself in the mirror...
They wouldn't believe it for a second...I took a deep breath and silently hoped I wouldn't break into a fit of hysterics when I saw them. I got out and walked inside.
I stopped in the door way when I heard Kate screaming death threats to Billie. Then I saw a....
Wait a second... we didn't have a cat... let alone a bright blue one...
"Oh my god she didn't...." I muttered when our new "pet" jumped up into my arms and looked at me with bright green eyes. "Kate turned you into a cat, didn't she, Billie?" I asked looking down at him. He nodded.
"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG I'M GOING-" She stopped at the bottom of the stairs seeing me holding her husband... er.. cat... er... Billie.
"Henderson... let him go..." she said, her eyes narrowing. Billie meowed loudly and dug his claws into my shoulder. ??"FUCK!" I yelped, almost dropping him causing his nails to dig in further in fear of falling off. I winced and grit my teeth. "Kate.. why is Billie a cat?"
"HE'S A FUCKING NIMROD, THAT'S WHY!!" She screeched, diving at me.
"What did he do?!" I yelped, jumping back.
"He got her pregnant," Mike announced from the kitchen. That's when I dropped Billie...
"Oh my God you're pregnant!!" I screamed, my face brightening.
"NO! KIDS BAD!" She yelled diving for Billie again. I rolled my eyes and snapped my fingers changing Billie back to normal.
"I now have an irrational fear of cats..." He grumbled, crawling out from under the couch. I grabbed Kate round the waist so she wouldn't murder Billie.
"No, Kate, don't kill him. You don't know if you're pregnant yet, you need to go get a pregnancy test. And while you're doing that, Ima go lie down," I muttered the last part, walking towards the stairs.
"Henderson... where're the groceries?" Kate asked.
FUCK...
"They're uh... in the car," I said, snapping my fingers.
"Okay, I'll go get them," Mike smiled, going outside.
"ROOT BEER!" Billie screamed, following Mike.
"I'm still going to kill-"
"Get a pregnancy test, THEN you can kill him, Hell I'll even help," I sighed, walking the rest of the way upstairs.
I threw myself in Mike's and my room, slamming the door, collapsing on my bed in a heap, breaking down.
"I HATE HIM! I HATE JIMMY!" I screamed into the sheets.
Why couldn't he get over it?
Why couldn't he accept the fact I didn't like him?
Why couldnt he accept the fact that I'm in love with Mike, not him?
"Henderson, baby, are you okay?" I heard Mike ask softly through the door. I didn't answer him. I couldn't.

CRASH
I didn't look up to know Mike had slammed in the door.
"Oh my God," he whispered, rushing over to me and pulling me into his arms. "Shh, baby I'm here, don't cry, please dont cry," he whispered, gently rocking me back and forth. I sobbed harder.

I don't want to leave him.
I don't want to hurt him.
I don't want to break him.
But I also don't want him dead.
I sobbed harder, clinging to him like I'd never let him go.
"M-Mike, I l-love you s-so, so, so, so much. You're the be-best thing that's e-ever happened to me. Y-you're my life," I cried, burying my face in his neck. He pulled me as close as he could.

"Are you okay?!" He yelped.
"I'm n-not dying if that's wh-what you mean," I mumbled.
I wish I was... that'd make things so much easier...
"I love you too, baby, so much it hurts. And you're more than my life," he whispered, kissing the top of my head repeatedly. I sobbed so hard I could barely breathe.
"Please, tell me how I can take away your pain, tell me what's wrong," he pleaded. I looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes and kissed him with everything I had. He cradled my face in his hands and kissed back.
"HENDERSON!" Tre screamed, racing into my room. Mike glared at him.
"Tre please, I love you but... leave me alone..." I whispered.
"No! I found Jessica's last name!!"
"You what?!" Kate yelped, running into the room as well. Tre waved the pink slip of paper around.
"Well what is it?!" I yelped.
"Jessica's last name is..."
what's her last name?!? (Henderson: *sing song voice* youuu'll see!) (Kate: *smirks*) oh damn...