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Chapter 3
The outside rain tapped softly against the window, begging for entrance. It called for them, yearned to touch the two young teenagers that sat inside.
One was a male. His curly locks framed his face, a halo of dark blonde. His face kind and attractive, was marred with a black eye. It sat square and dark, claiming all attention. His brown eyes framed with thick lashes. He wore a mischievous grin, one pink lip scarred deeply. He then chewed on the scar as he flicked the lighter and began to sterilize the fresh needle.
The other was a female. Her long brown hair consisted of curls and waves, her hair seemingly refusing to make up its mind. Her white, doll like dress was torn and dirty at the hem line. It curled up past her knees as she sat Indian style on his bed. He struggled not to notice. She wore a purple scarf around her eyes, shielding them from the sight of the boy before her. Her red lips curled into a smile showing her anticipation. Her hands shook. She was nervous. She knew the boy before her for years, but yet never knew what surprises he had in store. The spark of the lighter only increased her curiosity and encouraged her to try and spy on his surprise from underneath the scarf.
Although seeming pretty preoccupied, he noticed. He smiled and yanked down the scarf, making it impossible for her to peek.
"Curiosity killed the cat, Maddie." He chided as he continued on with his work.
Maddie only responded with a giggle. Her tummy began swarming with butterflies. He reached forward and tugged her wrist so it rested on his knee. He glanced at her and smiled before dipping the needle into the ink and beginning.
The first prick sent a wave of pain and caused Maddie snatched her hand away from his grasp. Frowning, she tore off her blindfold and looked at her wrist. It was bleeding, the skin below stained with dark ink.
"Jack, that really hurt."
He glanced up at her from beneath his brow bone and made a face. He thought she was being dramatic. It didn't hurt that much. Jack reached forward for her wrist and returned it back to its original position. He playfully slapped her hand before rolling his eyes dramatically and continuing. Although she had her doubts, she trusted Jack. He wouldn't do anything that would hurt her in the long run. She smiled and allowed him to continue without another word. Secretly, she was enjoying this. He glanced up to meet her gaze and matched her grin before returning back to his work.
"What are you doing?" She asked after several silent minutes. Her curiosity getting the better of her. He froze before slowly lifting his head to look at her.
"I don't know." He gave her a crooked smile before looking down, back at her bleeding wrist.
"Such an ass..." She grumbled before returning to silence.
Poke. Wipe. Poke. Wipe. Dip. Poke. Wipe. Poke. Wipe. Dip.
The rain provided a comforting ambiance that further relaxed them both. However with the lack of noise, the voice inside his head caused a riot. His harsh cackle echoing throughout Jack's head. Only recently had the voice decided to make his presence extremely known. Jack constantly battled to keep the voice at bay. He knew the voice's intentions and the voice had made himself comfortable in the back of Jack's mind. The voice even named himself, now calling himself the Joker. With the blood seeping out of Maddie's wounds, The Joker was crazy with lust. He wanted more, images of steady streams of flowing blood and bodies flowing through Jack's mind.
"Just cut her deeper." Joker's husky voice rang in his head. "Just a little more." An image of Jack stabbing Maddie's hand viciously appeared in his mind.
Jack shook his head, clearing the sickening image from his mind and forcing the Joker back into the dark recesses where he stayed. The Joker didn't give up easily, flashing a series of violent images in anger. Jack froze and struggled to subdue him. After a moment he succeeded. This only caused the Joker to laugh, enjoying the power Jack was capable of. Jack looked up at Maddie who didn't seem to notice. She was gazing out the cracked window, appearing to be distracted by the steady rhythm of the rain. He chewed at his scar and continued on with his work.
Inside, Maddie was struggling with her own battle. She knew she needed to tell Jack, but was scared she wouldn't be able to get the words to come out. She was being ripped apart at the thought of telling him. The voice that lurked inside her head responded to her dilemma. As opposed to Jack's, this voice was seemingly kind and braver than she was. She truly didn't know how much her and Jack had in common.
"Just tell him" It urged.
"I'll lose him." She countered.
"You'll lose him anyway. Start out slow."
She breathed and decided to start at the beginning.
"My mom caught us." Her voice meek and quiet. Confused, Jack glanced up at her before continuing on with his marking.
"Me and my unc- my uncle and I." She corrected. He rolled his eyes at her correction but couldn't help but feel the anger causing his blood to boil. He stayed silent, determined to finish the word that he was imprinting into her arm.
"He was on top...and my mom screamed. He froze and looked right at her. She saw me crying but didn't say anything. She just closed the door and walked away. He felt the need to finish before going to talk to her." She sounded hurt, her voice cracking at the end.
Jack saw red. Bile rising in his throat. He paused, his grip becoming impossibly tight around her wrist. She yelped and attempted to pull her wrist away. Her wrist screamed in agony as his grip became tighter.
"Jack." She whimpered. She fought to take her wrist out of his grasp before finally succeeding. She cradled her hand before looking at the newly forming bruise. Her eyes caught sight of the new tattoo that was permanently on her. Stamped on her inner wrist was a delicate "J". It's delicate appearance and bold lines fit perfectly. She threw herself at Jack, enveloping him in a hug, forgetting about the moment that had just passed.
Jack eagerly returned the sign of affection, quickly snapping out of it. He had heard what her uncle did to her before, but he didn't think her uncle went so far as to take her. He hadn't before, this must have only started recently. Jack didn't know how to comfort her, but he knew she wouldn't take comforting so easily. Her mother's reaction didn't surprise him, but it hurt Maddie. For years, her mother acted like nothing was happening. This time there was no denying it so her mother took the easy way and simply walked away from the situation. He hurt for her but said nothing more on the subject. If she wanted to talk about it, she would.
Inside the happiness quickly dissipated, as she pulled away from Jack. With that reaction, she couldn't tell him the rest. She had to do it today. That fact worried her. For the time being she dropped the subject and admired her mark.
Her uncle had called her into his room. Maddie hurried and rushed to answer, knowing that if she left him to wait too long he would make her pay. She was unsuspecting and naïve. As she entered the room, he charged at her, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder as if she was a rag doll. With his heel he pushed the door closed and made way for the bed.
He was a large man. She was tall for a girl, but he still towered a foot or so above her. Her feet collided with his great belly, which hung over his jeans. His wiry beard rubbed against her thigh which was exposed in the dress she was forced to wear. He smelled of something fowl then covered in cologne.
He threw her on the grimy bed where she landed with a groan. This only seemed to heighten his excitement as he tried to pry the dress off of her thin form. She struggled, the voice within her head screaming for help. However, the words didn't leave her mouth. He became extremely frustrated and had enough. He struck her face, causing her to stop immediately. Maddie struggled to focus on him, on anything. Her vision began to blur and her head pounded. She reached to cradle her cheek, her eyes already forming tears. She knew her situation was hopeless and figured laying there may be the better option.
He pulled down her underwear quickly shoving them in his pocket. He pulled down his zipper and prepared himself to enter. Without warning he ripped through her virgin barrier and fully began to plunge in.
She screamed in pain as tears began to form, this only spurring him more. The pain only increasing as he continued to move. She was painfully dry. She stayed laying there as he continued to move, the tears beginning to stream.
The scream was what caught her mother's attention. She dropped her knitting needles and ran to her brother's room. The grunts and moans causing her to run faster and throw open the door.
From underneath her uncle, Maddie struggled to see her mother through her tears. She pleaded for her mother to help, but her mother stood in shock. Her uncle stopped only to glare at his sister. Her mother then slowly closed the door, her retreating footsteps echoing in the hall. Her uncle then continued to pump until finishing a few minutes later.
He pulled out, much to her relief. He then spit on her and walked out of the room, adjusting his pants. She didn't care. The pain coming from below too painful to ignore. She looked down to notice she was bleeding. Disgusted, she slowly lifted herself off of the dirty mattress. She limped painfully slow to her bedroom, knowing it would be suicidal to stay in the room. She wanted a bath, but she didn't want to move anymore than necessary. Torn, she choose the easiest option.
Once she made it to the tranquility of her bedroom, she locked the door and collapsed onto the mattress. The lock wouldn't stop her beast of an uncle, but it offered a little comfort. She curled on the covers and desperately tried not to think about what had just happened. She failed and continued to relive the whole situation.
That night, she couldn't bring herself to meet Jack even though she knew he'd be waiting. She couldn't move the second night. Finally by the third night, Jack came to find her. She smiled as if nothing happened and followed Jack wherever he went.
Jack laid down on the mattress, his body facing her, his head resting in the palm of his hand. He was pleased with his work and was ecstatic Maddie enjoyed it. He wanted her to remember him in some way, just incase he became wrapped up in a deadly situation with his new friends. The Joker laughed at this thought and told Jack he was weak. The Joker wouldn't let anything happen that could potentially destroy his goal. Jack ignored him and gazed up at Maddie. He thought she was beautiful. She managed to remain innocent in her personality and not hate people. That was something he struggled with.
She laid down next to him and stared up at the cracking ceiling. She couldn't tell him that now, but she had to do it soon. She looked up at him and smiled. Then a secret popped into her mind. One that her mouth was way too eager to tell him.
"There's this voice in my head." She blurted out. Once the words escaped her lips, she blushed in embarrassment. He'd think she was crazy.
He licked his lips and lifted one eyebrow, silently urging her to go on. He had one too. However, he was positive his was lethal and different than the one that spoke to him.
"It's not my conscience, trust me. I think this thing took over that. It doesn't sound like me. It's high pitched and snarly and giggles at disturbing things. However, it gives me advice. Only rarely does it encourage me to do wrong. It seems to have a mind of its own." Maddie confided. She bit her bottom lip, mirroring Jack who chewed on his scar. She didn't make eye contact with him, looking only at the ceiling.
"Cat's out of the bag!" The voice obnoxiously exclaimed from inside of her. It giggled at a joke she didn't find funny. She knew how it desperately wanted a name. However, naming it only made the voice more real.
"Ignore it." He helplessly advised. His voice failed at being convincing, it fell emotionless on the floor. He knew how difficult it would be, and he was slowly failing with his own advice.
"She's losing it!" The Joker gleefully cackled within.
Maddie dropped the subject, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed with his advice. She was a little worried about the voice but let the topic slide out of her mind.
They sat in silence. Jack stared at the wall that stood behind Maddie while she stared out into the continuing rain. Each dealing with the voices that haunted their minds.
Maddie, growing uncomfortable with the silence asked a question that constantly appeared in her mind.
"How did you get that scar, Jack?" She asked it quietly her voice barely audible. She reached up her finger and delicately traced to outline on his bottom lip.
Jack was stunned by the question leaving the Joker to respond for him.
"Want to know how I got this scar?" The Joker's voice was low and husky. He spoke slowly through Jack. Joker wanted to lash out and grab that pretty face, but Jack caught him. The whole action appearing to be nothing more than a flinch.
Both of their eyes grew large. They sat in silence, both trying to appear as nothing had happened, avoiding the awkward questions that would follow.
Maddie lifted the tattoo her face to admire it again. She felt like a child with a new toy. She turned to Jack and thanked him after a moment.
"I really do like it. Thank you. For everything. " She smiled at him. They both knew she meant for more than the tattoo. "I love you." She added in a whisper.
Jack smiled, his heart racing. It was the first time either had said such words. It was always known but never spoken.
"And I love you." Jack responded.
Maddie leaned into him, gently slipping her eyes closed. Jack, catching her intention, closed the distance to eagerly reach her lips. Their first kiss was gentle, each savoring the moment and the sparks that flashed before them. After that, each kiss became longer and more aggressive, the passion flowing heavily.
He made sure, their first time together was gentle for her. He took his time, cradling her flesh, enjoying the feeling of her touch and skin. Placing kisses on each of her most delicate places. He had spent time with other girls but none compared to her.
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When they were done, she resolved to tell him later, for now enjoying the feeling of laying in his arms. She knew she was being selfish, but she didn't want to ruin the high they were both riding. She would hurt him eventually, but not now. She owed him that much.
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