Chp 10
We all talked for a while, it turns out, that Joker and Jeff are roomies and he calls him Chuckles. I sat with my head leaning on Jokers arm most of the time, I was completely tired. Then I dozed off to sleep as we started talking marching band when I was in seventh and eighth grade. I fell asleep on the Joker, how strange.
I started having a nightmare based on the previous days that I had previously spent running away from him, and seeing him. I woke up remember the video tape. I sat up and held my head. I noticed I wasn't on the couch anymore, I was a somewhat large bed. My glasses where on the table next beside the bed. I looked beside me, nobody was there, I looked to the other side. He was leaning against the bed watching with his head propped up on his hands.
"Nightmare," He asked standing up and sitting on the bed. I noticed he wasn't wearing any makeup. He sat next to me so he was to the side but looking at me face, he touched the side of my head, it hurt because it was hit so many times. I winced a bit, and he dropped his hand and ran his fingers down my face.
"Yeah, a small one, the normal one I usually have," I answered. I set my hand down on the large comfortable bed. I looked at his face, it was dark, but I was still able to tell he wasn't wearing any makeup and it still baffled me.
"Yeah, uh," he said, he looked away.
"How'd and why did I get here?" I asked. He looked back at me.
"I carried you, your pretty light," he said grabbing my hand, "and you fell asleep on me, that's why, it's not that it was strange, I just figured you would've been more comfortable here." He let out a small Chuckle and looked away again.
"What?" I smiled. He looked back at my face again and held my hand on his knee.
"Nothing," He giggled. He came closer to me and that was different. He got his face closer to mine, I scooted back to the bed frame nervously. He still held my hand, He smiled showing his teeth. I looked away.
"What time is it?" I asked still looking across the small dark room.
"About two in the morning," he answered. He let my hand go and scooted closer to the bed frame and put his hands on either side of my head, "Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering," I said I was not totally nervous right now, I looked away and felt my necklace that I never took off, the music note Tyler gave me before the party. Closed my eyes and remembered Tyler's protecting grasp, Oh god did I miss him. Joker took my hand and pulled it down to my side, and held it there. He held both of my hands at my sides and slid his cheek next to mine. I felt the rough scars on my face his hair was cold and wet, he must have just washed it. He went to my ear and held his face there for a second.
"If I can't have you, no one can," He whispered into my ear. I tried to move hands from his grip but he held them down. I twisted my head to opposite way, He let out a small laugh.
"You're not going to hurt Tyler, are you?" I asked my head still facing away. He came back to my ear.
"Depends," He said, "if he tries to get near you I will take action." He pinned my arms up onto the back of the bed frame. I turned my head so I was facing him again. I looked into his wild eyes, He put his face against mine. He then pressed his lips against mine. I felt the lightness, and the spark, the one I never got with Tyler...But I loved Tyler. He let my hands go and kissed me more passionately, I wrapped my arms around his neck he held his around my waist. I thought of Tyler, and felt guilty. I stopped and put my hands down on my legs, and looked down at the sheets. He pulled my face up so I was looking at him. I knew he wondered I stopped.
"Tyler," I breathed. He looked off to the side and glared. He slowly let go of my waist and laid his hands over mine. I leaned back against the bed frame. I felt horrible now, I basically cheated on Tyler allowing this maniac kiss me. I was saddened by his expression, then he smiled and flipped himself around so he was sitting on the other side of me leaning against the back bed frame. I tried to make some small talk.
"Aren't you tired?" I asked him looking at his face which held a strange expression.
"A little bit," he admitted, he put his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes for a second. I knew this is weird, but I didn't mind being there. He wasn't hurting me, or torturing me to death. I closed my eyes for a second, and I felt really tired. I opened them and found him faced toward me looking at my face, just studying it. I looked at his face, and slowly dozed off back to sleep. I didn't dream of anything. I woke up and found that my arms were wrapped around his stomach and his arm around the back of my head and down on my back. I felt comfortable there so I didn't move, I couldn't tell how light it was outside, so I tried to go back to sleep. I felt his hand run through my hair.
"Awake?" He asked running his hand through my hair. I nodded and tried to turn but my right hand was caught on something. I jerked it, it must have been uncomfortable for him because it was under his back. He smiled, He moved his arm and my head and sat up. My wrist was tied to the back of the bed.
"Well, that could explain it," I said trying to pull the piece of...whatever it was off. He gave a small chuckle and untied it. I pulled my wrist back up to me.
"I couldn't tell whether you where sleeping or planning on trying to escape," he said. He laid back down beside me.
"What time is it?" I asked reaching over for my glasses. He stood up and peeked out into the living room, or what I'm gonna call it.
"About eight A.M.," He said walking back over. I slid my glasses on my face and sat up. He was sitting next to me. "Well I have to get ready to go," he said combing his hair back he stood up. "Uh," he said turning to me, "your allowed in the kitchen, living room, bathroom and here, Chuckles is gonna watch you." He flipped the light on as he walked out. I pulled the covers off, and stood up. I could stand staying here with Jeff all day. I stood up and walked into the Living room. Jeff was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee.
"Mornin' Bon," He said taking a drink of his coffee.
"Morning Jeff," I smiled, I walked over and sat by him on the sofa. Joker walked out of the bathroom picked his jacket off of a hanger and rushed out the door locking it behind him, "What's he in a rush for?" I asked Jeff turning to him.
"Big television thing," he said turning on the television, "want something to eat?" He asked me standing up.
"Sure why not," I said, "I could make my famous pancakes you use to love, when you would come over and had guitar lessons with me and Jordan." I saw Jeff's face light up. He use to teach me and Jordan how to play guitar, me Acoustic and Jordan got bass.
"That'd be great," he said practically bouncing out of his seat, apparently he liked them when I was thirteen, and they haven't changed. He lead me into the medium sized kitchen with a boarded up window, white double sink, black stove and oven combination, a small white fridge, , tan walls, and white and black tiled floors. On the walls where limited amounts of spices and cupboards for dishes.
"What do you need?" He asked me.
"Anything to get the recipe right Jeff?" I asked laughing.
"Pretty much..." he replied, oh my he hasn't changed much, just what he looks like and his occupational interests.
"I need --------------," I told him. He got me all of that while I got a bowl and a whisk. I mixed everything together and then added my secret ingredient.
"Oh, that's the special ingredient that made it taste so good," He said watching me whisk everything around the bowl.
"mhm..." I replied chasing an egg around the bowl. He got out a pan, a ladle, and butter to "grease" the the skillet. I finished mixing and used the ladle to dish out the pancake mix into the pan making two at a time. I flipped them over with skill by moving the pan back and forth. After I finished we took them over to the couched and watched as the news came on. We talked about other things as they reviewed my story from the night before. He asked me about how my family was doing and how Jordan was enjoying college. Then the news caught my attention as Tyler came on and started talking. Then before he even had a chance to talk, stupid Mike Angle interrupted.
"We are showing this video GCN has just received," He said it changed to a video, of course it's not hard to figure out who from. Unlike usual he went straight to the point.
"Okay," Joker started walking with the video camera on his face, "I'm tired of having to do everything myself. I want Tyler Morgan dead in three hours or I'll blow up a school building." He laughed, "Good luck." The video flashed off. I was extremely upset. I started crying and I ran to the door and tried to open it.
"He said this was going to happen," Jeff said walking over to me. I frantically trying to open the door. He pulled me up by my arm, he defiantly has gotten stronger, and pulled me into the bedroom and locked the door. I sat on the floor in tears for a few minuets then got up and decided that was enough, I walked around the fairly large room. The room had Red walls and Black carpet. The bed frame was black metal, The bed spread was black and the pillows had red pillow cases over them. Off the side of the room was a door that lead into a small bathroom like the one off of the Living room only it was red and beige. Off to the side of the bed where my glasses where set was a black stand with a red top, to the side of that was a large dark mahogany dresser. On the wall opposite side of the bed was two boarded up windows. I made the bed because there was nothing else to do. I heard my door slowly unlock, the Joker walked in. I didn't want to see him right now it had only been about an hour since he posed the threat. I glared at him when he walked in.
"What do you want?" I asked, I was really pissed and upset, he wanted to kill Tyler. I turned the other way and set my hand on the small end table. He came over to me and slid his hands around my waist.
"I'm only doing what's best," he said setting head on my shoulder, "I could just blow up your school, if you'd rather me do that." I loosened his arms off of me and walked over to the other side of the room. I looked at him and leaned up against the wall with my arms crossed in front of me, "Or," He said walking fast toward me, "I could just kill him myself. I told you if I couldn't have you no one could." He stood in front of me and I hadn't noticed he pulled his knife out and put his hands on either side of my head. I closed my eyes hoping to wake up. I opened them again and he was still there only his face closer to mine. He took my head in one of his hands I tried to shake it off, grabbed the back of my neck and pressure pointed it again and pushed my hands down to my sides. He held his knife close to my face. He licked his lips again, let go of my neck and held my head against the wall.
"Why don't you smile?" He asked holding the knife closer to my mouth, I knew exactly what he was thinking, "I mean your such a pretty girl, but you don't smile a lot, well when your around me you don't." He paused for a moment, "we can fix that you know." He forced my mouth open, and smiled his strange, twisted half smile at me, "What do you think?" he asked. He slid the cold blade into my mouth, "Should I, or shouldn't I?" He asked putting the knife at the side of my mouth. We then heard a knock at the door, thank Jesus! He let out a small huff and left, locking the door behind him. I slid down the wall relieved. I grabbed my head, boy was I relieved. I sat there for a few minuets trying to comprehend what was that was all about. I pushed my glasses back up and just sat there. I heard a gunshot, then he came back in.
"Damn, Italian," He mumbled under his breath.
"You shot him?" I asked nervously. He didn't answer, he came back over to me. I backed right up against the wall, he knelt down in front me.
"Now I have to start all over again," he huffed pulling me up by my hair. He shoved my head against the wall. I decided I wasn't going to be so nice, so I kicked him in his stomach...again. He fell to the floor laughing, I started running for the door, and Jeff stopped me, Jeff punched the side of my face knocking me down to the ground, I don't remember Jeff being so abusive either. He grabbed my wrist and held me so I stayed on the ground, I tried to shake him off, but he was too strong. Joker stood up and laughed watching me trying to loosen Jeff's death grip. Joker walked over to me and came down to my level, I was still trying to get Jeff to let go. He held my head in his large hands, the one still holding the knife.
"You have fight in you, don't you?" Joker asked me, I looked at his face which was full of makeup. The television must've been on, it announced Tyler to be Dead. He smiled, "less work for me to do." Tears rolled down my face. Tyler was dead, this was defiantly the worst day ever.
CHuCkLeS: Yeah, I know I lied, I had to post this chapter though. Okay, Well tell me what you think!!! XD