I'm uploading another chapter today because I have a lot of stuff already written and the last chapter was really short! If the second half of this chapter seems jumpy or random it's because Marissa has gone somehwhat crazy after that last beating. So here we go!
It had been an entire day and the Joker still hadn't come to see me again. He had left a bottle of pain killers next to the bed, however. I was still really weak and sore. Even worse than that, I felt really mentally unstable. I flinched at everything all day, which is usually a hard thing to do when you're locked in a room by yourself. And I continuously thought about the danger in everything. That morning, I was so scared I couldn't even get out of bed because I was afraid the Joker might get furious at me again. Not that I really could move much anyway because I was so beat up.
He finally came to see me late that night. I was sitting in bed flipping through a magazine I had found in the nightstand. I immediately tensed up when he entered the room. "Evening, doll face," he said. I swallowed hard. He was going to hurt me. I just knew it. Or rape me again. Or both!
He sauntered over to the bed and stood next to me. I jumped when he reached his hand out… to the nightstand. He gave me an odd look, but must have thought it was nothing. He fiddled with the bottle of pain killers he had left. "Did these help any?" he asked. I forced a nod. Any second now. Any second he would snap. He started undressing to go to bed. He was going to rape me. I just knew it! That's all he wanted from me. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down as my thoughts of horrible things he could do to me became more vivid. "Are you alright sweetness?" I opened my eyes again.
"Yeah fine," I choked out. He looked at me strangely again and walked around to the side of the bed I wasn't laying in. No. I couldn't let him be that close to me. I heard pounding in my ears, my own blood pounding so loud I could hear it. I had never been so petrified in my life.
Are you sure? Cause you don't look fine," he said, but I only heard him distantly. My breathing picked up. Stop Marissa. He hadn't done anything yet, you're fine. But you could never tell with the Joker!
I had to get away from him. I slid out of the bed, deciding to retreat to the bathroom. My weak legs hit the floor and I winced, unsure if I could move. The leg the Joker had kicked screamed in pain. Slowly, I limped to the bathroom.
"Em, what's wrong with you?" the Joker asked.
"Nothing, just going to the bathroom," I said nervously. There! I was safe in the bathroom. I leaned against the sink for support. That's when I noticed another bandage on the back of my neck. I had completely forgotten that he had cut me there yesterday. Carefully I pulled the bandage off. It was difficult, but eventually I got myself at an angle where I could see. There, on the back of my neck, was a 'J.' I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle my gasp. "Oh my God. Oh my God," I said horrified, and backed away from the mirror. The Joker opened the door. (Okay, seriously, what if I had actually been using the bathroom?) I backed up against the wall shaking my head. "stay away from me," I said more strongly than I felt.
"Princess I'm done hurting you. You can relax now," he said as he made his way towards me.
"No!" I cried. "Please don't tough me. Just get away!" He kept coming closer.
"Geez, are you really afraid of me?" he asked. He didn't seem to understand that I was really terrified of him now. I began to hyperventilate. "Ah-ta-ta! Don't pass out on me! Em!" I slid down the wall while everything became blurry. The last thing I saw before I fainted was the Joker kneeling down in front of me.
I woke up alone in bed. My eyes flew open and darted around the room. The walls seemed like they were closing in at every angle. It was like the air was being sucked out of the room. It was dead silent, other than my heavy breathing, but it was killing me. Even the silence was too loud, creating a ringing in my ears. I ran to the door, needing to get out. I needed to get to Spencer. That crazy clown would surely kill him. What was going on? Why wouldn't this God damn door open? Surely if I didn't get out of this room soon the walls would crush me. I distantly heard someone screaming. Oh my God, who was screaming? Wait, was I screaming? The pressure in my ears was building so much I couldn't even tell that it was my own voice shrieking at that incredible volume.
I yanked and ripped at the door with everything I had in me. I screamed in hysterics. "Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!" I yelled. I started kicking and clawing at the door. I was going to die. If I didn't get out of this room and get to Spencer I was literally going to lose what was left of my mind. 'Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! SPENCER!" I screamed. I don't know how long I went on screaming until the door swung open, hitting me in the process. I lunged at whoever had opened it. It was the Joker. He didn't say anything, just tried to grab onto me. I continued to scream and struggle. He finally wrestled me to a sitting position on the floor against a wall.
"Hey, hey, hey! Shhh, you're alright," he said soothingly. My screams turned to sobs. "Calm down baby, breathe. What's wrong? Huh? Uh, what do you need?" he asked. When I didn't respond he drew me to his chest and held onto me, gently rubbing my back. I opened my mouth, but I just kept crying. Finally, someone trying to help me and I couldn't form words. I didn't even care that it was the Joker. I just wanted someone to take care of me. My chest ached and I could barely breathe. I was gasping and choking for air. "Shh, shh shh, you're okay. You're okay. I got you," the Joker kept murmuring to me. He brushed hair out of my face and rocked me back and forth. "What do you need sweetheart?" he asked again.
"Spencer. I need Spencer," I gasped.
"To my astonishment, the Joker said "Okay," and picked me up. He carried me out of the room and down the hall to Spencer's room. He set me on the ground so he could get out the necessary key, but kept a firm grasp on my waist to keep me upright. He unlocked the door. I flew into that room, despite the intense pain radiating through my body.
"Mom!" Spencer yelled happily. I couldn't even speak. I ran to him and dropped to my knees, hugging him tightly. I was still sobbing heavily. "Mommy, why did you go away for so long?" I grabbed the back of his head, smoothing out his hair.
I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I got you into this," I said, still bawling. I knew the Joker was still standing in the doorway, but I didn't care. I had never been away from Spencer for more than a day. "Are you okay Spence?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I missed you! Can we go home now? I wanna talk to Aunt Janie and Uncle Kevin."
"I'm sorry baby, we can't go home yet. Has anyone taken care of you? What have you been doing all this time?"
"Playing with J. I don't know why you're so mad at him Mommy, he's funny."
"That's good." I was not happy that the Joker had been anywhere near my son, but at least he hadn't scared him.
"Yeah. I was crying cause I was scared, but he made me feel better. But you're here now, so you can stay with me and I don't have to be scared anymore."
"I'm gonna stay as long as I can," I whispered.
"You're spending the night in here with Spencer, doll face," the Joker said from the doorway. I turned my head around to look at him.
"Thank you," I mouthed silently. He nodded and quietly closed the door. It was already really late at night and I could tell Spencer was sleepy. I let him stay up and talk for a while, but when he started yawning every few minutes I decided we should go to bed. I was exhausted too.
"I think you need to go to bed little dude," I said eventually.
"Are you staying with me?" he asked. I smiled.
"Yes! We're gonna have a sleepover," I said.
"Yay! I don't like this room as much as my room at home." I got us both situated in the little bed. He kept telling me all about what had been happening to him. I was relieved that he hadn't been as traumatized as I had, but I was a little uneasy at how he referred to the Joker admiringly. Soon he fell asleep. I lay awake, protectively watching over him, until I couldn't fight sleep anymore.
Yay! Marissa has her son back! The Joker didn't even make her win the game in order to see Spencer again, but she is still terrified of him. Don't worry, I'm not going to make the Joker change into some softie, but I wanted to show that he really does care about Marissa even though he is evil. Please review and let me know what you all think!