Loving the Joker (On Hold)

Scarred forever and always

Chapter two

I sat up slowly, and winced.Pain filled my cheeks and around my lips, causing me to frown, which only added more to the pain.Memories from yesterday flowed into my mind.My eyes widened, fear taking over me again.I gently touched my lips and then slowly touched my cheeks, I winced at the pain that my fingertips caused.Tears brimmed my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away, that was not important right now.I looked around, finally taking in my surroundings, and finally noticing that I was not where I last was.I stood up, the floor slightly creaking beneath my feet, and bit my lip, hoping that I was not heard by whoever took me here.Whether they are a safe person to be with or not I do not know, and so I will try to look around first.I looked at where I once slept and noticed a small bed, with a dark brown nightstand near it.I then looked around once more, this time trying to find an exit.I smiled as I saw a door , but my smile was soon wiped off my face as I felt blood drip from the fresh new wounds.I held back a sob, fell to my knees and lifted my hands to my face, desperately wanting the pain to go away.I heard the door knob twist but paid no heed.The person walked closer to me and also went down to their knees.I was then pulled closer to the warmth of their body as their arms wrapped around me.I finally looked up, tears brimming my eyes as I took in the appearance of the Joker.I froze as he lifted his fingers, touching the cuts he had just made yesterday and chuckled.I winced as his fingers continued to trace the lines of my freshly made cuts.He grinned before grabbing my chin forcing me to look straight into his eyes."Beautiful"He muttered.I blushed and tried to look away, only to be stopped as painfully forced me to look back at him."See beautiful, now you're complete.."He whispered huskily, and licked his lips.I watched him carefully as he licked his lips, slower than I'd ever seen him do before.He then smirked."Your lips are dry,"He muttered and leaned in.He kissed my lips roughly, I flinched but he held me still with his hands on either side of my head.I tasted the metallic taste of my own blood filling my mouth as he finally pulled away."Much better"He chuckled as my lips were no longer chapped.I watched as he stood up and stretched.He pulled me to my feet and still hadn't let go of my hand even once I was up.I gave his hand a gentle squeeze and tried my best to smile at him.He narrowed his eyes at our intertwined fingers and then quickly slipped his hand from mine.I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion mixed with hurt and shook m head slowly, trying to show that it didn't affect me.He walked out of the room in silence, leaving me alone again, A single tear slipped from my eye as I watched him go.The pain was still there, both emotionally and physically, i then noticed he did not help me at all with my bleeding wounds.I slipped out of my shirt and placed it gently against my cheeks and lips, catching the blood, I winced the minute that the fabric touched my open skin.I held it there, trying to stop the bleeding yet making no progress.'Why did he pull away?Wasn't he the one who kept his hand in mine even after I was up?' I thought back about what had happened barely 9 minutes ago.I frowned and soon brushed the thought away.I stood up and pulled the fabric away from my face, seeing the once white shirt now blood-soaked.I folded the shirt and placed it in the corner of the room making sure it wouldn't stain anything.A cool breeze blew in causing me to shiver, I turned around, meeting eyes with the Joker...again.His gaze flickered to the tank top I was wearing, I became self-conscious at the fact that the tank top was somewhat tight, only exposing me more than necessary.I folded my arms over my chest, hiding myself lamely.A blush crept over my face as he stared several more seconds before looking back into my eyes."What happened to your shirt?"He smirked and I nodded to the corner of the room.He looked and then raised his brow at me."I was bleeding..and needed to stop the blood."I muttered as I pointed to my cheeks and then let my arm fall to my side.He then gripped my wrist, pulling me out of the room."I forgot to ask earlier, but where are we?"I whispered and saw as he smiled at me."My place"he ran his tongue over his lips as he slipped a gun into the inside of his coat, and a blade up his sleeve.I looked at him, eyebrows raised and received only a small chuckle from him.He wrapped his arm around my waist and pecked my lips.He pulled away and touched the line of the cuts, really slowly."Aid kit should be in the bathroom,"He muttered as he nodded the direction if where it was.He walked out the door with a loud laugh and disappeared from my sight.The door closed behind him with a semi-loud slam.I turned around and walked to the bathroom, looking around until I found the first aid kit in the cabinet under the sink.I held back a scream and instead groaned in pain as I cleaned the wounds with alcohol wipes.And then covered the cuts with gauze.Small amounts of Blood seeped through it but not enough to have to change it.I kept back from smiling, already knowing that it would only end up with me already having to change the gauze.I walked out to the living room and decided to just lay down on the couch to wait for the Joker.An hour passed and I grew bored and even annoyed.I didn't know what else to do, and pondered over the thought of going to find him.I finally decided and stood up, headed to the door only to have it slam open, revealing a very upset Joker.My eyes grew wide at the angry expression on his face and realized I had never seen him this way."Damn it Harley!"He screeched as he slammed the door shut behind him.He slammed the nearest object to the floor and then grabbed a vase and threw.Where are these objects coming- My eyes then widened as sudden realization crept into me.I glared, clenching my fists, and biting my lip.Small amounts of blood poured from my mouth as I continued to harshly bite down on my lip."Harley?"I questioned and went back to biting my lip, impatiently waiting for his response.His eyes slightly widened, as if barely remembering I was there.At this I laughed and slowly shook my head."Whatever, just forget it"I muttered and walked into the room I had previously been in, not waiting for his reaction.I crawled onto the bed and hugged the pillow.I heard the door knob twist and lifted myself, now laying on my elbows.I looked to the doorway and saw the Joker.He walked in and shut the door behind him.I watched his every move as he sat down next to me on the bed.He pulled off the gauze, wincing slightly, I looked back up to him."Beautiful"He commented and stroked my cuts."Harley..she's just a tool.."He muttered quietly as he continued to stroke my cheeks.I wanted to frown at his tone, but I didn't, I chose not to.Obviously he was lying, or he was at least confused about his feelings for this Harley character.I stood up and away from his touch.Pain filled my cheeks,suddenly."Ok. I understand"I whispered and walked out of the room, heading to the bathroom.I shut the door quickly and walked to the sink and looked into the mirror.I peeled off the gauze and flinched.I looked into the mirror at the deep cuts that started at my lips and ended at my cheeks.I traced the cuts with my fingers, wincing every so often and grimaced after noticing the dry blood.I rinsed my face with water and lightly cleaned up the dry blood.The door creaked almost silently but was apparently loud enough for me to hear.I continued to wash my cheeks already knowing who had just come in.I felt arms wrap around my waist as I turned off the water.I looked into the mirror staring at the deep cuts and sighed softly."Will they ever go away?"I asked quietly, I already knew the answer of course, but, I just needed to hear it out loud."Scars don't ever go away"He whispered huskily. And held me close to his body as I just continued to stare off into the mirror.


(A/N:Ok, even I admit this Chapter kinda sucked.So sorry!Hope you like the story and decide to keep reading :D Thank you!)