his precious Queen

8

The tension that grew was so thick I could almost cut it with the knife strapped in my inner thigh. It was a ticking time bomb, and only this time the count down clock has turned to 00:00. And unlike everything else in life I'm not shielded from the outcome.

"You took a job with the very man that STALKED my sister?" She shrieked. Uncaring of me or the clowns presence. J seemed excited about the drama as he stood back and enjoyed the show.

J's eyes are sharp and calculating as he wraps his fingers around the handle of his cane.

How he's allowed their arguing to go this long is beyond me. His temper has always been short and easy triggered. This seems like a good reason for him to blow. A meeting was cut short, and that isn't something the green haired man took lightly. I can barely enter without his say-so. And that's me. These two are nothing to him. Well, now that new information has come to light.

My brother in law seemed to have taken a Job with the most, arugubly dangerous
Man in the world. The same man Emily had tried convincing me to stay away from. But I've never been one to do exactly what I'm tould.

I've heard people say it's a reason I get into such sticky situations.

"Like I was going to know she was going to be stalked by the Joker." David scowled, pointing his finger at her chest. Beard now disheveled and long. Self care seemed to be lacking on both of them and it made me wonder what made them neglect it. Was it my disappearance? Was it the baby? Or the stress of marriage?

Either way I'm glad I left when I did, getting cought in the middle of something like this is something I'm trying to avoid.

Emily scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"This was before all this, okay? I couldn't very well turn down the job opportunity now, could I? The money is keeping us out of debt, keeping that fancy apartment of ours, and don't forget all that fancy make-up and clothes you fucking neglect." David raised his voice. Stepping forward, almost as if he was challenging her. "Fuck! You! David." She gritted. Anger tears bloching down her red stained face.

"When we make that type of decisions, we ask our partner." She laughed, dryly. "Like fuck communication apparently."

Him and Emily fought a lot in their relationship. Being sleep deprived constantly as they picked up more shift's, stressed, and under pressure. And maybe on the verge of death brought more emotions forward. I never needed to crack like that. If Emily's fears ever was right. It was the fact that the joker would change me. But he just taught me to live. I taught him to love.

"Oh, like YOU asked me if it was alright, Melody staying with us. Looks like you choose when communication matters" He countered. "It wasn't just me and you in the relationship it was you, me AND melody." J raised his brows as he looked over at me.

"Never knew ya were the type for threesoms." He grinned. Willigling his brows.

I snorted, men always thinking with the head in-between their legs. "Nah I'm more of a cock kind of gall." I leaned forward, licking his lobe. "Unless you want another man joining us."

"No."

My point finger hit my grin as I slid over to the two fighting. Some form of violence has always been injected In my life. Arguments, blood, abuse. This is like another fight filled day.

"No! Emily chooses everything for us. But the one time I take the job opportunity, get us out of the broken down car, the mould filled walls. Controlling Emily wants to make all the life choices. But SHE can make choices that effect us both." David Taunted.

I step beside J, hand on his shoulder as I watch his face. Sometimes My name can make an un predicted reaction out of him. Its a reason I knew I couldn't leave him after finding out he was the stalker. I didn't really care either. A weight lifted off my shoulder when I realised it wasn't Mark. And even if I did care, I leaving would have never been a possibility.