5. Jokes (1/1)
after making his scene in the bedroom joker forcefully ushered me into a tour of their "home" which was an empty well furnished warehouse outside the city. fluorescent lights illuminated the entire complex; there was absolutely no light getting in or out of this place. we continued on around a few privacy walls until we walked into a makeshift living room. there was a reclining chair, an old sofa and a tv. there was something sitting in the middle of the couch and curiously i peeked to see what had caught my eye. it was my backpack i had taken when i left. wondering from the tour i went to retrieve it. joker turned to find me siphoning through it on the musty couch. he joined me taking a seat in the chair. i pulled out a couple of my books and placed them on the arm rest as i continued digging. joker quietly snatched one and read the cover.
"psychology" i heard his voice slice through the silence then stopped to look.
"i-it's a passion of mine" i awkwardly laughed
"hmm…ah why don't you show me what you got then, kiddo" he seemed eager for a demonstration.
"w-well" i studdered
"so c'mon" he pressed further
"i can't" i lowered my reddened face.
a puzzled look came over his face as he sat back in his chair. was mortified.
"and why?" the way he sat made him look as though he was the psychologist.
"i'm not any good. my stepfather, he called me a joke" i could feel the tears welling in my already sore eyes.
mixed emotions filled the jokers face as he paused in his chair. then he smile and with his index and thumb pulled my chin up. through blurry eyes his eyes looked devious but his
oken smile seemed welcoming.
"i happen to like jokes" there was a usual hint of laughter in his tone but that came naturally. despite my trifling position i managed to smile. that's what he secretly seemed to want anyways.
i put the books away as joker led me on the rest of the tour. there was no expectance of what could happen next but all i knew was that this was were i would stay. he was the one i wanted to stay with