This chapter is much better than the last, I think. Hope you all like it!
Nick, Spencer and I got home at eleven o'clock. We had strolled through the busy streets of New York looking at all the decorations after dinner. We were going to quickly pack up some things and then head over to Kevin and Jane's place. I had changed into jeans and a t-shirt and was helping Spencer pack a few things to take.
"Mommy, who was that man that looked like a clown?" Spencer blurted. I didn't know what to say. Spencer was the only person I couldn't lie to. Yeah, I told him about Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy and all that, but I never lied about something serious.
"He was a friend of Mommy's." Rule broken.
"But why was he hurting you? You were crying Mommy, I saw you," Spencer looked up at me expectantly. I can't believe a five year old held in all these questions so long. And God am I thankful that he didn't say any of this in front of Nick.
"I just hadn't seen him in a long time. He wanted me to go spend some time with him, but I didn't want to leave you and Nick because you two are the most important things in the world to me," I said, sticking as close to the truth as possible. It's not like my son should know these things when he is so young anyway.
"Why were you screaming at him? Did he do something bad so you had to yell at him? Cause that's what happens when I get in trouble. You get mad and you tell me to go to time out."
"Spence, all that's important is that he's gone and he's not coming back. You never have to see him again, I promise. I won't let anything happen to you," I said, almost assuring myself, as well as Spencer.
"Did Nick make him go away?" Spencer asked.
"No, Nick didn't. Spencer, can you promise me something?" He nodded. "Promise me that you won't say anything about this to Nick, okay? Nick would get really angry if he knew and then we would all be in trouble. Do you think you can do that?"
"But why can't we tell Nick?"
I sighed and told him exactly what would happen if he told Nick the truth. "Because Nick would be in a lot of danger if he knew anything about that man. And we don't want that, do we?"
Spencer shook his head hard. He loved Nick. I mean, he really loved him. I told him to grab anything else he wanted and left the room, leaving the door open a crack.
I walked back to the bedroom to get myself ready to go. I reached to flick on the light and instead of feeling the wall I felt a person. This person flew into action and clamped a hand over my mouth to stop my scream…a gloved hand. I heard the door shut and then I was pushed backwards onto the bed. I held myself up at an angle so that I still had some control. The person's face came into the moonlight streaming through the windows. It was the Joker.
"I told you I'd come back for ya, doll face," He said cheerfully. "Now are you ready to come home with me?"
I felt so stupid. I should have tried harder to leave, I should have done something. But I just sat here in fear, praying that he wouldn't return.
"Oh, and by the way, I saw that little, ahem, Romeo of yours tonight. I hope you enjoyed him while he was alive."
That set me off. My hands scraped and punched and clawed at him. We struggled like that for a few minutes until he dropped all his weight on top of me and pinned me to the bed. I still couldn't scream.
"That's right princess, I've been watching you, 24/7. You couldn't have left this city if you'd tried. Which was a good move on your part that you didn't, because I've got this entire place rigged with bombs that could have gone off if I thought you wre leaving for good," He said as I continued to wriggle underneath him. If I could just get myself in the right position…
"But you're gonna have to pay for slutting around on me," he said as he reached in his pocket with his free arm and pulled out a knife. I started breathing harder. I just had to move myself up a little further.
He pressed the edge of the shiny steel blade into my chest. I squealed at the pain that came with it. The Joker bent down and licked the blood off my chest. While disgusted, I took advantage of the moment.
I worked my leg out from beneath his and BAM! Into his balls it went! I know he was caught off guard because he gasped in pain and let go of me. I screamed louder than I ever have in my life. I dug my nails into his face and pushed him off of me. I almost made it to the door when the Joker's arms wrapped around my and his chest slammed into my back as he tackled me to the floor. Honestly, it probably looked pretty comical the way he leaped across the room like that.
"Nick!" I screamed. "Call the cops!" The Joker and I wrestled around on the floor. Suddenly another set of hands were grabbing me and helping the Joker hold me down. It was a henchman of the Joker's I didn't recognize. Soon the Joker was straddling me while the other guy tied my hands together.
"Why do you insist on being so difficult? All I wanted to do was take you back. And yet you insist on fighting me. Very bad move princess, very bad," the Joker said.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed while the henchman finished tying my hands up in front of me. I continued to flail and swing as best I could, desperate to get away, even though I knew escape was becoming a dimmer and dimmer hope.
"Ah, but I can't. You see, I always get what I wan-t. And what I want is you. So you're just- oof!-gonna have to deal with-ugh!-it!" he said while he continued to wrestle with me.
"No! No no no no no! You can't have me!" I screamed.
"Excuse me? Are you telling me what to do? I make the decisions around here toots."
And with that, his henchman picked me up off the ground and set me on my feet. The Joker flung the bedroom door open like he was walking onto a stage. I was shoved after him out into the living room. My heart dropped even further than it had to begin with. Sitting on the couch with a gun pressed to his head was Nick. Next to him was Spencer, terrified and crying, his little hands tied together like mine. I knew I should have stayed calm to keep Spencer calm, but I just couldn't take anymore.
I spun in a half circle, swinging my confined fists into the henchman's face. Blood spurted from his now horrifically broken nose. My leg followed the same path as my fists and swung up to kick him across the head! FWAM! He was on the floor! My small victory was soon over when the Joker's arm flew across my chest and his knife dug into my neck.
Spencer was hysterical now. Nick was holding him close and covering his eyes. "Marissa, what's going on?" Nick asked me in a tone that was both angry and scared. Before I could answer, the Joker jerked me back into him and pressed his knife into me harder.
"You mean Marissa hasn't told you about me? Well, well, well, this certainly comes as a surprise! You've lied to him, haven't you sweetheart? Hmm? You must have done a pretty good job. I mean, keeping it a secret for the past-how long has it been-six years? Very impressive, beautiful, very impressive," the Joker taunted.
"Just let them go. You can take me, just leave them out of it. They have nothing to do with this," I said. I was a mama bear protecting her baby now. There was no fear, other than fear for Spencer. I would do anything the Joker wanted me to at this point.
"Oh, but they do have something to do with this," the Joker said looking at Nick.
"Marissa, what is he talking about? How do you know the fucking Joker!" Nick demanded.
"Oh we go waaay back," Joker said. "Back to when she was sixteen. I took her you see, and made her my little queen. Sweet, innocent, little Marissa." I glared sideways at him. He was staring back at me, our faces inches apart.
"But she was a very bad girl and ran away," he said more to me than anyone else. Then he turned back to Nick and continued his story again. "And the best part is that she ran away because of tha-t little boy right there." He pointed the knife that had been on my neck at Spencer. I shut my eyes. This is the last possible way I wanted Spencer to find out. Not like this. Not from the Joker himself while we were surrounded by guns and danger.
Nick looked down at Spencer. When he looked back at me, I knew he had to be disgusted at what I'd done. Spencer seemed oblivious to what was being said, just burying his face in Nick's chest.
The Joker continued "Yes! Marissa got pregnant with-what was it?-Spencer! And somehow she got it into her head that she had to leave. But now here we all are! Me, my queen, and Spencer…our son."
Oh snap! The Joker just spilled the beans that he is Spencer's father. Please review and let me know what you think. :)