Hey everyone! wow,so many reviews!! Just to let everyone know, THIS IS NOT A ONESHOT!!
Oh, I realized that I never said anyones ages, so,
Jasper: 18
Victoria:17
ehe...yeah, so...there not childeren, and well...enjoy...
oh yeah, Jasper and Victoria are mine, Joker and quotes from Joker are not mine!8D
Jasper paused outside of his parents apartment, not sure if he really wanted to do this. He sighed as He reached for the knob. He held Victoria's Joker card tightly in his pocket for confidence. He turned the knob and opened the door, wincing at how loud the door creaked. Not a good thing at 2 in the morning with an abusive alcoholic father who never seems to sleep heavily… He walked quietly through the door, shutting it and locking it as quietly as he could. HE could hear his father's snores from the tiny bedroom, and he crept over to his cot. He kept on his clothes, just dropping down into the cot, exhausted. He dozed off, not aware that his father was awake.
The smack across the face was what made Jasper awaken not 20 minutes later. His father was leaning over him, swaying slightly. Jasper cringed away as his father reached back for another blow.
"Ya gud fer nothin' sun! What have we told yer about runnin off?" his father said in his drunken slur. Jasper tried to hold back tears, but it wasn't any use. The tears poured out as the light switched on. His mother was standing by the light switch, a look of horror on her face as she watched her husband beat her son. Her hair was disheveled, and it looked like she had been crying. Again.
"Nathaniel Davidson!" She cried, and Nathaniel reared back, away from Jasper. Jasper quickly slipped off the couch and ran for the kitchen. Where was that switchblade he had stored for emergencies? He jumped as he felt his mother brush past him, heading for the knife block. She pulled out the butcher knife as his father lumbered into the kitchen. Jasper turned tail and ran to the door, but his father had somehow barred it shut with the coffee table. Or what was left of the coffee table. HE pushed against it with all of his 112 pounds, but that coffee table weighed twice as much as he did. He heard his father laugh, and he turned to see his mother being hacked ot pieces by the butcher knife. He whimpered, and his father turned to him, a different kind of light lit in his eyes. Jasper stumbled and fell, his eyes never leaving his father's as he advanced. His father was towering over him as he watched, and his father picked him up by the scruff of his shirt.
" Why so serious, son?" He asked clearly, and he cackled, showing his true side. He was truly a madman. Jasper tried to get him to let him go, but his father wasn't having any of that. HE smiled as he put the butcher knife in Jaspers mouth, and he pulled. Jasper screamed as the knife tore through his cheek. Dimly, he heard his father saying something.
"Less put a smile on tat face!" He said, and Jasper blacked out from the pain and the blood loss.
so, lets put a smile on taht face! eh? EH? ( sorry, bad joke) well, Im in a good mood, from all my reviews, so I put up second chapter...sorrry, its a little short...
