This is a nightmare. I can't even begin to imagine the atrocious things he'd do if he was convinced that I'm talking to another man.
"I have no idea who that is, or how they got my number. I swear." I panic, desperately trying to explain myself as he clearly wasn't buying it. Terrified at the thought of him losing his temper on me, I nervously rambled on. "It was just a harmless dance! That's all, there was nothing more to it." My eyes glued to him as he pushes his chair back and begins making his way towards my end of the table, smoothing out his hair and brushing it back with both hands.
"Ouhh, honey... Any intimate contact with you, even a dance, is enough to keep people wanting more." Standing behind my chair, he leans into my ear, "I would know."
My heart drummed in my chest as he sends shivers down my spine, I was left speechless. "I promise you, I have no interest in him. The dance meant nothing to me!" I try to reassure him.
"Blah... Blah... Blah." He squeezes my shoulders and smacks them, making me jump. "All of that chit chat's gonna get ya hurt."
I sat there not daring to turn around or look at him, my eyes widened with fear. A million possibilities raced through my head.
"Well, go on, what are ya waitin' for? Don't leave the guy hangin'..." He teases, urging for me to take the phone. More confused than ever, I stare at him in disbelief before shakily reaching for the phone. Is this man seriously telling me to reply to Asher?
I thought I saw him reaching for his gun from the corner of my eye, though, his words seemed nonthreatening. Right as my fingertips brush the edge of my phone, a familiar ear-splitting sound goes off right next to me, echoing through the entire restaurant. Something shoots past my head and grazes the back of my hand as my phone, which was in one piece just a second ago, was blown into a thousand shards that scattered everywhere.
I leap out of my seat, a small cry barely made it past my lips while other guests screamed frantically. I faced the Joker as he blows out the smoke emitting from his still hot gun barrel, unable to process what had just happened. "Oops, my finger musta' slipped," he utters with a sarcastic pout, followed by hysterical laughter.
I rubbed my wounded hand as I stood at the mercy of the psychopath before me, tension filled the room.
~~ author's note ~~
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Fanfiction"Whatever it is that you want, I'll do it." Desperation seeped through my words as I helplessly pleaded. "You're not listenin', doll." His fingers brushed against my cheeks and traced my jaw. His eyes locked onto mine as he breathes out the raspy w...
