Joker thought having a child exactly like him would be 'fun' but he's now realising parenting is a lot harder than it seems!
Ember for once is content in life. Her family is the best thing to ever happen to her!
She loved her clowns more than anythi...
A/n It's officially the 9th of August in the U.K. So you know what that means.......IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!! 😆😋🙌🏼
Ember's POV I could feel the cold thick metal run across my gums teasingly, playing eenie meeine with my teeth and sourcing out the one which would hurt the most. I was petrified and wanted nothing more than to be swallowed into the ground. A few tense seconds passed before I felt the pliers clamp down. "N...o...no...o" I tried to get out without swallowing my tongue. Mr J wasn't listening, he was too blinded by rage and was adamant on ripping my teeth from their roots. My fingers were twitching as they tried to hang onto my blood flow but it was no use, his weight on them was too strong making them fail in their attempt to fight back. Tears were streaming down my face from the sheer amount of fear running through my body. What happens when he runs out of teeth? Would he take my tongue next?
His grip was tightening causing pain to erupt through my tooth and along my gums. I wanted so badly not to give in but it was becoming more and more impossible by the second. He was starting to tug harder, And harder, And harder until......
"I....M....S..O....SO...ORRY....I'M....S....S...SOR...RY!" I wailed suddenly, my body and mind finally giving in to him. I began choking on my sobs as I felt his grip on the pliers loosen and he carefully removed them from my mouth. I flinched feeling his fingers softly trail down my cheeks, giving me the affection I no longer wanted from him. His touch now left a cold dead feeling inside me. "Sssseeeee that wasn't so hard was it!" Mr J grinned at me, lifting his body up from mine and standing over my shaking form.
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I watched the familiar blue seep back into his eyes once more before I turned to the side and brought up all the bile that had collected in my throat. Covering my face with my hands I continued to cry still completely terrified but also ashamed that I had given up at the first hurdle. I couldn't even tolerate losing a few teeth! Why did I have to be so weak? How was I meant to teach Diamond to be strong and fight back when I couldn't even do it myself?! I was a role model to no one especially my own child.
"Go clean up little doll, you're a mess and I will not let Diamond see you in such a state!" He sneered at me before turning around and walking back up the stairs. I stayed down for a few moments feeling sorry myself and making sure the coast was defiantly clear. Realising he was not coming back I gathered myself together and began getting to my feet. It was agony to stand once more but I was finally free from this room and not even a head wound or broken ribs was going to stop my from getting out. Peanut! I couldn't wait to see my little peanut!
Slowly but surely I began making my way up the stairs, this time on foot! The light that poured through the doors blinded me but I was so relieved to be getting out. I was wet, cold and hungry. I knew I needed to start being cautious and not lashing out if I wanted to survive him. If I played my cards right maybe I could get me and Diamond out safely without him hunting us down. As much as I loved him, I loved my daughter more than anything and it was my job as a mother to give her the best upbringing I could which wasn't happening in this household.
