He kept the car at a distance, and turned off the headlights as he watched Eva stumble into a run down motel 6. Parking the car, Frost observed as she checked in and was given her room key. Pulling out his cell phone, he contacted the boss 'She's checked into the Motel 6 on the corner of Parker and Deter street.'
He eyed the screen as the ellipses flash at the bottom of the screen 'She take anyone with her?'
Frost glanced up at the entrance to the motel and smirked 'No, she's alone.'
The next response wreaked of possessiveness 'Keep it that way.'
Nodding, Frost tossed his phone into the passenger seat. Glancing up, he saw Eva walk past the window and flop down on her mattress. Within seconds, her breathing slowed as she succumbed to unconsciousness.
Leaning back, he fixed his eyes on the room's window and settled in a long night.
Eva slept for about 5 hours, the alcohol fending off the realities that hid in the recesses of her consciousness. Unfortunately, when her eyes opened and she surveyed the darkness. The waking nightmares consumed her. In an attempt to distract herself, she attempted to get up from the bed and make for the shower. Every muscle screamed, resisting any form of movement. Eva felt as if her was nothing more than a festering wound. Throbbing with every heartbeat. Shaking, she collapsed on the musty floor, her shirt pulled up to just bellow her breasts. Even the act of undressing was too much, and in that moment, weakness consumed her. Tears spilled from her eyes as she pulled her legs to her chest, the sobs guttural, like a dying animal. Her fingers laced into the snarls of her hair, allowing herself to swept away. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to die.
Pressing her palm to her forehead, fingers spreading into her hair, she took several deep breaths. Gulping down the collection of saliva and snot until her throat became clear. With red twined eyes, Eva glanced at the complimentary water and glasses. How easy it would be, to break the glass and see how long it would take to bleed out. It disturbed her, how tempting the thought was. So tempting that she found herself crawling towards to the desk. It was then, that there was a knock at the door. Eva froze, the blood in her veins running cold despite the accelerated heart rate. "Not him, anyone but him…."
She muttered to herself as she pulled back and pressed herself against the edge of the bed. Several more knocks sounded and then the tumblers turned. Eva stared at the door, not entirely sure if her body was capable of achieving anything resembling fight or flight. "Miss…"
Eva blinked, it was the cracking voice of the teenager that manned the front desk. Swallowing the bit of sick that curdled at the back of her throat, Eva responded. "I've got the room for another 5 hours…"
The teenager came into view. His acne speckled face had turned paper white and slick with sweat. As he rounded the corner, Eva caught sight of the barrels of a gun. Following the reveal of the gun, was Frost, and after him came the subject of her nightmarish reality. Eva felt her energy spiral and collapse at the sight of him. At this point, all she could do was stare at him. Smirking, Joker directed his attention to the teenager and dismissed him "Tell anyone I'm here…."
He eyed the teen's name tag and hissed "Tyler, well I'm sure you can use your imagination?"
The boy nodded furiously and ducked away from the gun. "Yes sir, Mr. Joker!"
As he ran, the clown roared with laughter. "Sir and Mr. Joker!? I like you boy!"
Kyle smiled nervously, his eyes jumping to where Eva sat. Joker sobered almost immediately. "Hmm, and now…. Now I'm not so sure…. You lookin at what's mine you pock marked little shit lord!?"
The teen averted his eyes, he looked about ready to piss himself. Joker snarled "Get him out of my sight."
Frost obliged and shoved the boy out the door and slammed it shut. Leaving Eva and Joker alone. The tattooist refused to look at him as he stepped towards her. At this point, she was too tired to plays his games, and too tired to fight. Tears ran fresh down her cheeks, and Joker took a moment to observe his broken masterpiece. For a moment, he found himself smiling, almost giddy. They had been intimate, she had allowed him to touch her in a way that most would interpret that she had given over ownership of her mind, body and soul. Yet, Joker was not most, he knew better. In this moment, Evelina Anton was like wild animal that had been left in a trap for days, struggling, slowly running itself ragged. In this moment, Eva had embraced the inevitable. She was no longer her own, everything she was, everything to her name, now belonged to the Joker.
Eva kept her eyes down, she was too tired to challenge him, there was no point. She had been foolish to think that staying a hotel would have thrown him off. No matter what she did or where she went, the Joker would always sniff her out. "Ooh, Eva…"
The Joker stood over her and took her hands from her head and unlaced the death grip her fingers had in her hair. Hoisting her up, he lowered her into the bed and removed his trench coat, throwing it across her shaking body. Leaning over her, the clown pressed his lips to her forehead, leaving behind a blemish of red. "Shhh, I have you, it'll be alright."
Eva stared straight ahead as the clown peeled off his button up shirt and got into bed with her. His arms snaked under his coat and pulled her close. The action was so gentle, something Eva had been craving for what felt like months, she stilled against him, letting out a sigh of content. Joker smiled and tucked his finger beneath her chin and finally, he got a looked at his shattered masterpiece. His lips ghosted across hers. "You've never been more beautiful to me…"
He was so warm, and he was being so sweet. Eva eyed him for a moment, slowly she untangled her arms from his coat and embraced the Joker, her fingers brushing throwing his hair and she pulled him towards her. Eva felt the sadness well up inside her, the loneliness and isolation. Other than him, she had no one else to talk to, to confide in. He was all there was. That in mind, Eva pressed her lips to his, relishing in how gentle he was being as his fingers stroked her skin, careful to not bump the cuts and bruises that adorned her body. Pulling away, her lips tinged red, Eva tucked her head in the Joker's chest, as she quietly begged. "Please, don't ever leave."
Author's Note: Really sorry for the long delay on posting for this story. I've been really busy. Had my two week solo trip to Germany in September last year and I am planning for a week long vacation to Italy with my mother this October. I've also been working full time, taking Flamenco (think of it as Latin tap dancing), I am working on a script for a graphic novel that a friend of mine will start illustrating in June of this this year, and I'll be moving into my own place (just me and my cat) at some point May. So as you can see, super busy. Being an adult is shit sometimes my younger readers, don't try to grow up too fast ok.
Anyway, I hope my loyal fans have held on long enough to read this installment, I hope you like it.