He Lived For Her~ A Joker Story

Chapter 74- Pinch Of Salt

-IVYS POV-

"I was at one of my strip clubs..."

There was silence after his words, from both of us.

I knew he was at a strip club all along, but hearing him actually admit it made it too real.

I sat up slowly, and faced him.
My expression was emotionless and weak.

"Oh" I managed to say aloud. I was filled with confusion, sadness and madness.

I felt like tears were going to fall from my eyes at any moment, so I pulled back the covers and got out of bed.

"Ivy" Joker said, following me as I exited and started walking to the bathroom- a stumble in my step.

"What?" I replied calmly, but I really wasn't calm on the inside.

He looked at me for a moment, examining my serenity in the situation.
"Are you okay?"

"No" I replied with composure. I was acting so calm to mask my anger, it was beginning to look scary.

As I began walking again, he grabbed my arm- but I flinched and pulled back.

"Ah!" I hissed, as he had grabbed the four little wounds on my arm.

He blinked at the sight, then looked away.
I watched as he turned and started walking back to the bedroom silently.

"So" I mumbled through gritted teeth "who did you fuck?"

He stopped in his tracks suddenly, then turned around slowly.
"No one"

I rolled my eyes with a sarcastic, annoyed smile.
"You said you're not a cheater, yet you were at a strip club?"

He nodded confidently.
"I'm not a cheater, Ivy"

"Hmm, okay- sure" I sneered.

"Don't question me again" he warned, tightening his fists.

"Don't question you?" I burst out laughing, mockingly "you just admitted you were at a place with naked hookers, and you're saying I shouldn't question you!?"

Joker just stayed silent, but I could see the anger boiling up inside him. I knew deep down he wouldn't go near a hooker, but I still questioned it.

"So this is how it's gonna' be huh?" I shrugged "you go out at night and get lucky with some whore, then come back to me- your bitch who HAS to put up with it?"

I knew I was blowing it out of proportion now, but I wanted to get my point across thoroughly.

Once he heard my words, he stormed toward me.

"No!" I yelled as he picked me up roughly.

I fought and struggled against his hold, and he struggled to keep me in it.

"STOP IT!" I screamed, a whimper in my tone.
I didn't want a physical fight, not anymore.

"PLEASE" I began to cry and beg, still trying to fight back.

"If you want to be 'my bitch', then I'll treat you like my bitch" he hissed closely to my ear, causing my limbs to weaken.

As I surrendered to him without a choice, he dragged me to the bathroom.

"Please J" I tried to shout, but it came out as a tiny whisper "stop, please!"

He ignored my begging, then opened the bathroom door.