Hey guys its squeebles!
I havent written a good story in a little while due to school and work so im a little rusty. SORRY. I hope you enjoy this little section that I plan to expand daily and get the Mr. J feels along with me 3 I was inspired by the song Gangsta by Kehlani that I now obsessively listen to in my truck. Dont even pretend like you dont enjoy the song! if you havent heard it yet LISTEN TO IT. Anyways, thank you for reading and having the feels with me! ENJOY 3
Prologue
He was smiling at me I could feel it.
The smile.
His smile.
He gave me that smile a lot. I could never tell if it's because my silence annoyed him; or my mousiness; or my glasses. He poked fun at my glasses quite a bit.
I was nothing like his previous annoyance, Harley Quinn. Where she was wild and free, I was reserved and scared. I was scared of life and anything to do with it.
I wasn't scared of him though.
He tried to make me scared of him by threatening my life; my family's life. He tried everything he could to scare me. He was always waving around his guns, pointing them at my head giving me that smile.
His smile.
We both knew he would never pull the trigger.
I was his. My mind and soul belonged to him and his madness. No matter what it was ride or die. He was my muse, my reason to live. To die.
I could never be scared of him.
Sighing I set down my laptop taking one last glance at the story I had been working on. I glanced up at his face and decided to shut it, standing to put it on the table across the room. Smoothing my jean skirt I sat back down on his velvet couch anticipating his next move. I kept my eyes down not wanting to look him in the eye yet. I know it irritated him. I like him more when he is irritated.
He was standing across from me by the door of his luxury apartment. Both his hands were on his black cane as he just stood there watching me. Thinking whatever any beautifully insane human could. It was nothing I could ever understand but was completely enamored by. Everything about him was dangerous and toxic and I absolutely loved it. I couldn't imagine going back to my normal life after experiencing him.
Hesitantly I brought my eyes up to his taking him in as I went. His black tuxedo perfectly pressed and fitted to his body made my whole body shudder with appreciation and desire. I suddenly felt bad for all the females that would never get the chance to appreciate this masterpiece.
'Fuck them' I thought as my eyes finally met his. 'He's mine'
Throwing his cane to the side he lunged at me, wrapping his hands around my neck and throwing me down on the couch straddling my hips. My glasses became askew on my face. Defiantly I kept my eyes trained on his refusing to lose his gaze. He laughed like only a maniac like him could, giving me that sadistic, beautiful smile.
Snatching my glasses off my face he threw them to the floor, never once breaking my gaze. I was used to this and his many other antics and attempts to make me show fear. I've had to replace my glasses more than I could even afford. My eye doctor probably thought I was extremely careless. If only he knew how right he was. I was careless, but not with my glasses, my life. I needed to get contacts.
'Too bad I love how annoyed he gets with them,' I thought sourly.
I craned my neck up, straining to reach his face with my lips, his hands tight on my throat restricting air from getting to my lungs. Planting a small peck on his lips I relaxed back onto the couch giving him a smirk. I was close to passing out, my vision growing dim. The edges of my vision went black, a halo of light appearing around his head.
'He looks like an angel' I thought lovingly. If I could've laughed I would've at how absurd that was. He was no angel. He was a god.
Right before I passed out from lack of air he released me, laughing; always laughing.
'Why do you wish for death? Don't be a coward. I won't let you out that easy' He growled, glaring at me with his beautiful blue eyes.
Taking in a few big gulps of air I got up smoothing my skirt back down. He sat down next to me exasperated, pretending to examine some money he procured from his pocket clearly annoyed at my lack of screaming and running.
Smirking, proud of my resilience, I laid my head in his lap looking out towards the door. My vision glazing I let my mind wander as I idly ran my finger in circles on his knee.
Mr. J angrily sighed and continued to flip through his money making no move to shove me off. I relaxed even more into him letting my back rest against his stomach, feeling every breath he made. Satisfied, my mind panned back to what my life was like before he took me. How boring and lifeless it seemed.
Mr. J placed a hand gently on my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. I sleepily smiled. I was so happy.
I could feel the bruises starting to form on my neck. I didn't care in the slightest. I barely even felt them considering the bruises his gift to me. I knew he loved me. In whatever way a sociopath could. He was just testing me, making sure I could handle the life he led. I was ready for everything he could throw at me.
I listened to the shuffling of his money behind me, felt his chest rise and fall behind me, faintly heard his heart beating, and began to drift off to sleep. My eyes closed and my thoughts became beautiful dreams filled with blood, screams and laughs. Mr. J's laugh.
And it was more beautiful than any lullaby.