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The Addiction Of Lian Harper

Addiction ran in her blood. There was no doubt about it.

Lian clutched at her stomach in agony. Her little forehead was flushed with sweat.

She moaned in pain.

She should've known better. She should've listened to her dad. But she didn't.

It's her own fault, she has to tough it out.

She started breathing heavily and gasping. But it was all up to her.

…

Her dad stood at the door, waiting, waiting for his daughter's pain to be over.

"I'm gonna kill Dick. I don't care, I, I am going to kill Batman." He said aloud to himself.

It was Dick's fault, of course, he got Lian the stuff she wanted, that led to this moment. Would it be possible to kill Batman? Scratch that.

But it was Lian's fault as well. He told her no but she didn't listen, and went around his back.

Of course, he figured going cold turkey was punishment enough as it is. He remembers how horrible it was, and, despite his painful recollection, this was one of those times when being a parent meant you're a jerk.

…

A half hour later, the sound of a flushing toilet and a doorknob squeaking alerted Roy. Lian walked out of the bathroom and into her dad's arms.

"Daaaadeeeee…" She moaned, burying her head in his chest.

"Lian? Feeling better?" Her dad asked.

"No." She moaned.

"Well, maybe next time you'll listen." Roy said.

"No more Choco-Sugar Shock Rocket cereal, I know." Lian agreed. "But it's so good!"

"Lian…" Roy sighed and just hugged her tighter. "They said the same thing about the internet."