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Chapter 14 | My Turn

Chapter 14 | My Turn

I heard the sound of the infamous lamborghini of his making a screeching sound on the road as it came to a halt. I rose up from the bed, wiping the tears away from my face furiously as intense rage and pain flowed through my veins.

This has to end.

Taking decisions into my own hands, I huffed angrily trying to control my tears but they flowed down, never stopping and I walked out of the room, almost jogging past the guards who looked at me like I was insane, being an emotional wreck and all.

Well, guess what?

I am insane and I am an emotional wreck without him.

He was my insanity and I needed him to feel the craziness and happiness inside my bones, pumping through my heart, a feeling that I desperately missed.

The sound of his low voice saying something made my heart beat faster and my feet moved faster across the purple carpet, reaching the living room which was called the purple room. I stood at the threshold, and released a happy sigh at the sight of him talking to Frosty but he stopped as his eyes fell on me, taking in my disheveled appearance.

But then, his eyes moved away from mine, and snapped back to Mr. Frost, his voice more more calmer than before my presence, indicating that I had triggered some emotion inside him.

Oh hell no!

He is not going to ignore me.

I am not going to let this happen.

I walked my way towards them and I could feel his body stiffening at my action. In a second, I pulled Frosty on his arm hard, pulling him away and he stumbled across the carpet. My tears had now dried but the stains were still fresh on my pale cheeks.

I was face to face infront of Joker, after a long time, my lips opened apart, I tried to fish out words inside me to say something but my voice got stuck in my throat. All I could do was feel myself getting trapped in the haunting gaze of his icy cerulean eyes that stared down at me, studying my face.

His eyes fell on my lips and that's when anger filled me up as I snapped myself back to reality. He is not going to seduce me and make us forget about this whole shit. We are solving this shit once and for all.

"So what?" I asked. "Now ya're gonna ignore me?"

He lifted his head and rolled his eyes as he stared away from me.

My hands clenched, and I could feel fire coming out of my nose as I breathed hard, my chest heaving up and down.

I slammed both of my hands hard on his chest, making him look at me in an instant. "TALK. TO. ME." I banged my fists hard on his chest at each word. "FUCK YOU PUDDIN' FUCK YA!" I yelled, and tears started rolling down my cheeks as I banged repeatedly on his chest, trying to provike some emotion in him.

I looked up and met his eyes and that's when I broke down completely as I stared into his emotionless eyes, giving me no mercy and I cried even harder. I turned away, ready to go to bed alone again as I walked, my knees almost buckling forward at the feeling of the energy drained from my body.

Suddenly, my world was spinning, and my back hit the purple wall behind me and I opened my eyes wide to see him looking down on me with a nasty sneer dancing on his lips.

He is angry.

He lifted his hand and stroked my cheek softy, wiping a tear away, painfully slow and I waited for what he was going to do. With a loud growl, the hand that wiped my tear away banged hard on the wall behind me and I stiffened at the sound of a crack. His nose brushed against mine for a second as he glared angrily into my eyes.

I could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to control his rage and my tears stopped flowing. "Please." I begged. "Hurt me. I deserve your punishment. I would rather have the physical pain than these emotions. It hurts so bad. Please." My voice cracked, they were barely above a whisper.

"Slap me. Beat me. Hit me. Do something." I begged again and his breathing went deeper. "I need to feel your touch."

Growl.

"I deserve it for not listening to ya, Puddin'." I breathed out.

"I told you." He said, his voice eerily calm and low, sending shivers down my spine as I breathed harder. "I told you." He repeated again, his voice louder than before.

"I told you not to leave without me." He paused, gritting his teeth hard, he banged his tight fist on the wall behind me, another crack filled the air. "AND YOU DID!" He shouted and I flinched, closing my eyes as silent tears flowed down my cheeks.

"Did I stu-ta-ta-ta-ta-ter, when I told ya that?" He asked, his voice gravely low again and I shook my head no.

"Believe me." He said. "I want to hurt you. Sooooooo bad."

"I want it." I begged.

"Be careful what you wish for baby." He said, his left hand cupping my cheeks as he squished them together hard. My lips were squished together forming an disfigured goldfish mouth.

"Please." I begged again, the word coming out as 'Plish'.

He narrowed his eyes at me, contemplating for a second as he narrowed his eyes, the rest of the world was forgotten as we stared into one another, feeling completely insane just like we used to be. He let go of my cheeks and moved back, taking two steps away from me.

The loss of his touch made me whimper as I tried to reach out for him but he was too quick. He took one last careful glance before he swung his hand in the air and backhanded me.

I fell towards the floor and froze for a solid five seconds before standing up, and taking it like a woman. I deserved it for being a bitch.

"Good." I smiled at him. "My turn."

Before he could register the sudden change in my actions, my arm swung forward and met his nose, punching hard, an audible crack filling the air as he stumbled back and fell.

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