I'm so sorry I haven't updated for the past few days, I have had extrem writer's block and had to rewrite the chapter several times...XP
I'm also sorry this chapter is shorter than the rest, once again because I had writer's block, but it will give you a little bit more of what's going on with Joker and Bonnie.
Chp 11
Tears rolled down my face even more now that the joker was practically laughing at me. He held my head in his rubbery glove covered hands making sure I was looking at his face. Jeff still had my hands pinned to the floor, Joker was kneeling over my legs.
"I told you and I'll tell you again, if I can't have you no one can, so after that little whatever you want to call it last night I decided that I wouldn't hurt him and that someone else could," he said to me. He held his knife closer to my skin, " So I decided if he isn't dead I'd blow up your school, and by your school I meant the Gotham Middle school." He smiled. I was disgusted, that was the school Eli goes to. He let go of my face and grabbed my arms, Jeff let go and quickly pulled them up to push the Joker away from me, I punched Jeff in the face and raced for the door, I tried to open it, but it was locked. Joker came over to me and flipped me around so I was against the wall. He stepped on the top of my shoes, which I hadn't noticed I still had on, and pinned my hands against the wall interlaced with his. He looked into my wet eyes, I looked at his makeup.
"You're tough," He smiled, he let my hands down, grabbed my jaw, and he held his knife against the side of my mouth. I was deathly afraid now, I looked up at his face and he was still looking in my now afraid eyes. I was screwed as his mouth twisted up into a smile, he licked his lips. He looked down at the knife, I could tell he wanted so back to plunge it into my skin. I closed my eyes tightly and felt as he was debating with himself whether or not to to do it. His hand was tight around my head. I knew he had reached a decision as his knife neared the corner, and I wanted to do something, but couldn't. I felt the cold blade against my warm skin, he left it there for a second, I was shaking, I couldn't look. He twisted the knife around.
"Should I or shouldn't I?" he asked holding the tighter against my mouth. I blinked my eyes open, I could tell he decided, he was gonna do it. I took a deep breath, He smiled and pushed it against the side of my mouth. He dropped his hands. "Later," he warned. He grabbed my scarred arm and traced his gloves down the word, he moved back from off of my shoes. It still stung a little bit. I didn't know what to do now, if I would kick him Jeff would stop me, and plus the door is locked. He looked away from the scar and back up to my face, he smiled a twisted smile. He took his gloves off and slid them into his pocket. He took his coat off and hung it on a hook, and pulled my arm over to the black sofa. He sat me down and put his arm around my waist, and pulled me closer to him. Jeff turned on the television and took a seat in one of the other chairs. Joker kept his arm around my waist and held down my arm too. We started watching the evening News. I tried to loosen his grip.
"shh..." he calmed rubbing his other hand down the side of my face. I couldn't stand him right now, he was like an unwanted flea, just sitting on your back making you itch, I hate him terribly right now, oh god do I wish I had a gun. I watched and know I knew why he held my arms down, they started to show parts of Tyler's funeral, I tired to get him to let me go by moving everywhere I could. He just ignored it, but I could tell he was getting annoyed, which was a good thing, then I saw them carry in a casket that had his body in it, tears started to run down my face. He smiled at the television as he watched them talk about how he died, it said that he took his own life to save everyone else's, especially mine, it looks like his plan failed. I stopped moving and my head fell down causing my hair to fall into my face. I was crying silently now, my tears dripping onto my pants. He looked over to my face and pulled my head up moving my hair from in front of it, he twisted it so it was facing him,then gave me a strange look I couldn't read, and he wiped the tears down my face.
"Don't cry now," he smirked, " do remember he did kill himself for you, How sweet is that? The only problem with that he's still not going to have you. I mean... he took himself away from you to save you, and you're not going anywhere, I don't understand his plan at all." He smiled, I tensed my arm trying to move it, and he smiled making sure it was still tightly down at my side. He smiled again, "What an insulate boy, he doesn't match your intelligence at all. I mean, he's smart, no doubt, all A's , but he's not very wise." He rubbed his hand down the side of my face again. I was P. I wanted to hit him so hard. He set his head on my shoulder and looked up at my face again. "I hate that you're still ,uh, 'worthy' to him even though he's dead." He raised his eyebrows at e, I knew exactly what he was getting at, but I wanted to ignore it, I wasn't going to cheat on Tyler, even if he was dead, for all I knew he could've been faking it.
"I couldn't betray him, even if he's dead," I said. I looked down at the ground, and he pulled me up against him. He smirked, I knew what he was thinking I tried to make him loosen his grip, but that was only a little bit successful.
"I could always make you," he smiled. I really tried to get away now, even if to run into the bathroom and lock the door. After about a minuet I went to scream and he felt my breathing, I guess he was use to hearing when someone was ready to scream because he covered my mouth. I fought back and bit his hand. He pulled his hand away shaking it, it was bleeding a bit, I didn't mean to cause it to start bleeding, but I had to. I went to scream and he used his other hand and held a knife close to my throat, my arm was now free, but Jeff was now on that side of me giving me a cold hard look practically saying " if you try one thing you're gonna regret it." Joker was wiping the blood off of his other hand. He finally stopped and pulled me up against him, I tried to pull his arm off from across my chest, he held the knife to the side of my neck.
"You have a strong jaw," he said holding the knife closer to my neck, making it hard to breath, "what are you anyway? Hm? Part vampire?" He dropped his knife and held one arm across my shoulders, I have always hated it when a guy was stronger than me, before I hit high school I tried to make myself stronger, but when I got to high school I got over it, but this was one of those times I wish I hadn't. He pulled me closer to him, and I tried to struggle free. I tugged at his arm, then I wondered what would've happened if I wouldn't have seen him that dreadful day in Arkham. Would I be hear? Would I still be there? Would I be home? What would I be doing? All of these questions felled my head, and I had no idea what was going on in reality. I quickly came back.
