Sucker For Pain ✔

Chapter 79

(HARLEY's POV)

Waking up, I see that Puddin isn't beside me on the bed. I look around. Nope. Getting up from the bed, I begin searching for MY husband. "Puddin?" I call out. No answer. Suddenly I hear a key going into a lock- Puddin? Or a robber?

Hiding behind the couch, I see the figure walking very lightly. It sounds like it's trying to be very quite.. Why would Puddin try to be quiet? Looking around on the ground. I see a little space between the tiled floor. It looks like a finger space.

Inserting my fingers into the little pocket, I lift it up- seeing a gun and some bullets. Smart Mistah J. Getting up, I the figure taking off their shoes. "HANDS UP!" I yell.

 It turns around, and speaks. "Harley.. Harley, it's me. Put the gun down." Puddin says, placing his hand on the gun while pushing it down. "Where were you?" I ask. He hesitates to answer. "I was going to the market... Looking for some food to buy."

I look at his hand, nothing. "Where's the food you bought?" I ask.

He looks caught as if he did something bad, "I couldn't find the thing I was looking for. Guess Hawaii doesn't sell everything."

"What was the thing you were looking for?"

Mistah J rolls his eyes at me. "Am I being interrogated something? I told you, I couldn't find what I was looking for so I came back. That's it."

Hmm.. Still something doesn't seem right. "Why were you being so quiet?"

"I didn't want to wake you, just in case you were still sleeping. Obviously you weren't. Now let's go to bed, all this talk is making sleepy. I'll just take a shower and we can go to bed." He says, walking upstairs.

One-I'm just having weird thoughts, I am married already.. Ha. Two-it's just me being me. Or... 3, He really is hiding something from me, or-4. I'm just being delusional. I'm going to go with the fourth option. Heading upstairs, I go into our bedroom and jump on the bed.

"I'll be quick." Puddin says, closing the bathroom door.

(JOKER's POV)

Good thing she didn't figure it out, taking my clothes off- I place it into the end of the laundry bin, placing all the other clothes above it. Heading into the shower, I begin to wash my body. Seeing my white skin, and tattoo's causes me to smile. But also causes me to think. Would have she fallen in love with me if I weren't like this?

Jumping out from the shower, I put on the clothes I got from the dresser. Walking slowly- I lay beside Harley. "I love you.. Goodnight." I say as we lay in spooning position.

"I love you too." She says faintly.

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(HARLEY's POV)

"Can you go buy some food?" I ask, while wiping the kitchen counter.

"Sure, what do you want?" He asks, causing me to think.. What am I craving right now? "Get some burgers with fries." I say with a smile.

He nods then heads to the door, "what drink?"

Ummm.. "I'll take a cherry soda."

He nods once more then leaves. Heading upstairs, I grab the laundry bin and take it to the laundry room. Placing the clothes one at a time, I make sure to spray the stains with this stain remover stuff.

Going through each particle of clothing, I begin to reach the end. What's this? Pulling out a black top and a bottom. I see stains. A lot of stains. It's still kinda wet, rubbing the clothing on a white sheet of paper- it comes out red.

It's blood... He didn't. He said he wouldn't, especially on our honeymoon. Spraying it the sprays, I make my way back to the kitchen and began to wash my hands.

Should I mention this? Definitely.

About thirty minutes has passed, and he comes back with food. "Got it!" Puddin says with a happy/excited tone.

"Thanks Puddin." I say, kissing his right cheek then began to take all my food wrapped in my arms. Making my to the couch, I turn the TV on and started to watch my favorite Netflix show. "What's up? How was cleaning?" He says while laughing.

"It was fine." I say bluntly.

He looks at me, then looks back at the TV. "Is everything okay?" He asks.

I look at him then look back at the TV. "Yeah." I say once more in a blunt tone.

Some time has passed and I've watched one full fifty minute episode. The first I'd like to do is talk... But how should I say it? Be like, HEY! WHAT WAS THIS??!! Or should I just be very kind, and caring. OR I could just say what's on my mind in a normal tone.

The voice in my head tell me option one, but I'm going with option three for sure.. I don't want him to worry, but later on I will make him suffer if he isn't telling me what that blood stain was about.