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The story of how there are three Jokers. It's a wild ride, I hope you take it. This is very long and very well written, I promise you won't be wasting your time.
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Chapter 1: Home
"Where were you?! It's two am!!" Shouted a wife at her husband who stumbled in, yet again, quite drunk. He does this most nights, but the wife is angry because she is sober. Her drug of choice being crack cocaine. She wasn't successful in procuring any for herself on this particular evening.
She tries to grab his arm but he jerks away with a hiss, "Get the fuck off me Valorie! You've probably been up freebasing all night!"
The wife steps back because she knows that look in her husband's eyes. It scares her. It was the look he always got just before he became physical with her. Another thing that almost occurs nightly. He goes to the kitchen and she follows from a safe distance, still questioning him about his whereabouts. Maybe it was envy because he wasn't sober, or perhaps it was jealousy that she was sober and he wasn't.
"Why do you keep doing this James?" Valorie sighs.
James goes to the refrigerator and pulls out a beer.
"Oh shut up with that shit you whore! Who the fuck did you have over while I was gone?! Who'd you let fuck you for dope?!" He turns to glare at her.
"No one! I'm not high James!" She shouts at him. But James can't believe her. He's caught her in far too many lies. He has even caught her in another man's bed before. Why would he trust her?
Then he takes a step towards her. Anger fills him as he thinks of how he can't trust her and assumes she's probably lying. She takes a step back knowing that he was going to hit her. Her brain started thinking fast about defending herself. She quickly reaches over to the counter and grabs a knife and brandishes It out toward him. James doesn't like this. Not. One. Bit.
Unbeknownst to the fighting couple, in a room just a few doors away, their young son is awakened in his bed by the yelling. The child is mostly unalarmed, as this happens at least five nights a week. He simply buries his head under a pillow and tries to sleep through the commotion. But his mother's screams draw him from his bed. Funny isn't it, that people always want to see tragic things? Just chock it up to human nature.
His small feet hit the cold floor and he walks into the hallway. There he catches a glimpse of his father backhanding his mother. His mouth parts to speak but his father sees him and the child quickly closes his mouth. He was definitely fearful of his father. The man was a fiend when he drank, and he always drinks.
"Why the long face Jack?" His father asks then gives a diabolical laugh.
Jack feared that laugh. Bad things always happened when his father laughed that way. Just last year Jack's arm was broken by his father as that laugh happened.
"Come here boy," his father motions him into the kitchen.
Jack is scared but forces his feet forward. He knows better than to disobey. His father pulls out a chair and smirks to the child who uneasily sits. Then James pulls out another chair. He jerks Valerie from the floor where she is cowered and crying. He pushes her down in the chair next to Jack. Little Jack looks at his mother's red cheek and crying eyes. He used to feel bad for her, but where there was once empathy, now only ambivalence remained. Jack wasn't close to her at all, in his eyes she wasn't any better than his father, she just couldn't hit as hard.
James pulls a lighter from his pocket. He opens and closes it slowly and repetitively as he paces behind his wife and child. Valorie is becoming very frightened, but her young son is a very brave boy. He might have been terrified, but he didn't let it show. He never showed his feelings. He was only eight, but he had the poker face of a 40 year old.
James finally lights a cigarette and pulls himself out a chair across from his family. He plops down and just stares at them with that angry grin. He looks back and fourth between the two of them. The pressure in the room was mounting by the second. Jack knows the situation is about to become a lot worse.
He exhaled his smoke in Jack's face, Jack could have coughed and fanned the smoke but he just sits there and takes it. His eyes burn and he hates the way the smoke smells, but he doesn't express it. "You know what? You look nothing like me." Now he has no smirk on his face. Now there's a snarling lip in its place. "Bet you aren't even mine, are you? Your mother is a whore you know?" He glares at Jack through narrowed eyes.
Young Jack is mentally preparing for the worst. He already knows that his father is going to hit him. It's really more a matter of timing. His father always slaps around on him. His mother never lifts one finger to help him either. Parents are supposed to protect their children. Jack wondered why his parents didn't every try to shelter him from any of their petty arguments?
Instead, Jack has to handle things on his own. Physically he had no way of protecting himself, he was just a child. So Jack had to find other ways to protect himself. When bad things are about to happen Jack goes inside of himself and hides. He blocks it all out. It was as if the bad things didn't happen to him at all, like they happened to someone else.
"Well?!" His father bangs his fist on the tabletop. "I asked you a goddamn question Jack!"
Jack wants to cry because he doesn't know how to answer. It doesn't matter anyway, any answer he gives his father will be the wrong one. Little Jack has already figured out that there are no right answers when dealing with a drunk. He chokes back his tears. He already knows that tears will just make his father even angrier. But failure to give an answer was a bad idea too. He knew he had better say something and fast.
"I-I don't know," he shrugs not making eye contact with his father.
Again he heard him laugh, "Well look at us Jack, we have no similarities at all. Not one physical trait. That's a goddamn scientific marvel in itself. We don't like any of the same things. Intellectually, we're different. You always have your nose in stupid books. Why do you think that is Jack?"
"I like to read," Jack says softly, yet sarcastically.
But this turns out to be the wrong thing to say. James reached out and slaps Jack so hard it knocks him out of his chair. Still wanting to cry, he swallows the tears deep down within himself. He feels burning on the entire left side of his face. He grabs the table and pulls himself back up into his chair. He just stared blankly at his father.
His father giggles, "Always the serious one. Why so serious?"
Jack still stared blankly. He felt nothing but anger churning inside of his entire small body. His fists clench, hidden under the table. He wished he could hit his father back. But he knew he wasn't strong enough to. If he even tried his father would make him bleed.
"So Jack, where do you weigh in on this father son thing? Why do you think a father and son could be such polar opposites? What do your fucking books say, huh? Can they explain this shit?" James asks his son with a smile.
"I don't know," Jack says sharply. He wanted to say no, he wasn't his father. Jack honestly wished he wasn't his father. Maybe he was someone elses son. But wishing for it not to be true didn't make it so.
"Well let's ask your mother how many other men she was fucking when she got pregnant with you. She's a nymphomaniac, you realize," James turns his smile to Valorie.
"It was just you James! Just you!" She cries.
"I don't believe her. Do you Jack? See your mother forgets that I grew up in the same place she did. I know exactly how popular she was with the boys at school. I heard them talk in the hallways about how they fucked her behind the cafeteria, or in their car, or parents bed...by the time she got around to me no one else would even have her!! They lie Jack! Women lie!!"
"James stop this! That was years ago!" Valorie cries.
"Ah, but once a whore, always a whore, huh?" He glares at her. "So do you see Jack why I question her?"
"Please James!" Valorie wails, "Please stop this! Just sleep it off!"
He quickly reaches over the table and slaps Valorie again. She grabs her face with her hands as she hides behind her hair sobbing. James then grabs Jack's hand and stretches his arm out across the table. Jack struggled against it but it's no use. James takes the cigarette from his mouth and Jack knows what's coming. His father presses the cigarette down on Jack's forearm in the place where similar scars from similar incidents lie. The discolored skin was raised and healed from dozens of past cigarette burns. Jack hissed at the pain but refused to give his father the satisfaction of seeing him cry.
His father just glares at how strong his son tries to be. He could see the anger swirling in his sons eyes. He chuckles, "I don't even like you. I tried to get your mother to abort you. But no, she wanted to keep you. It didn't matter to her if I was your father or not, she knew you were hers at least," he smiles at Jack and throws his head back for a big laugh, "You have no idea how many nights I've stood over you as you slept and thought about killing you."
Jack's lips part and he suddenly knows that he will never sleep soundly again. Now he must sleep with one eye open. He believes his father and he knows he's perfectly capable of killing him. He tries to hide the surprise and fear he's feeling from his father. But he was very shocked to hear his father tell him such things. Why was he so mean? What did he do to make him hate him so much?
"Go to bed," James rolls his eyes and shoos his son away with his hands.
Jack jumps up feeling happy that his part in tonight's madness was over. He glances over at his mother who is still hiding her face. He knows it's not over for her however. As Jack walks away he can hear his father getting up from his chair. He walks slowly and listens as his mother starts to scream. He looks back and can see his mother face down on the table. His father held her down with one hand by her hair. With his other hand he unbuckles his pants and unzips them. He quickly pushes them down and little. Jack noticed that his dad's thingy was really big and pointed straight out. Then his mother's dress is thrown up and James rips the panties away. Valorie is crying for him to stop. He moves in close to Valorie and enters her. He starts to buck his hips into her.
Jack understands the deed to be a punishment of some sort for his mother. He also understands that babies come from sex. He understands the procedure for sex. He knows that's what this is. But he's never seen it before. His mother didn't seem to like it. His father however, had a huge smile on his face. The incident in some way would scar Jack for life. How could it not? It's just not natural for a child to have to see something like that.
He blinks and walks into his room. He gets in bed and pulls the covers over himself, hoping to cover up the outside world. He draws himself up into fetal position. His mother screams and he can hear his father hitting her again. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears seeping out, and rocked himself as he held on to his legs. He continued until the house became quiet again. Only after he felt his father was good and asleep did he allow himself to drift off.
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Chapter 1: Home
"Where were you?! It's two am!!" Shouted a wife at her husband who stumbled in, yet again, quite drunk. He does this most nights, but the wife is angry because she is sober. Her drug of choice being crack cocaine. She wasn't successful in procuring any for herself on this particular evening.
She tries to grab his arm but he jerks away with a hiss, "Get the fuck off me Valorie! You've probably been up freebasing all night!"
The wife steps back because she knows that look in her husband's eyes. It scares her. It was the look he always got just before he became physical with her. Another thing that almost occurs nightly. He goes to the kitchen and she follows from a safe distance, still questioning him about his whereabouts. Maybe it was envy because he wasn't sober, or perhaps it was jealousy that she was sober and he wasn't.
"Why do you keep doing this James?" Valorie sighs.
James goes to the refrigerator and pulls out a beer.
"Oh shut up with that shit you whore! Who the fuck did you have over while I was gone?! Who'd you let fuck you for dope?!" He turns to glare at her.
"No one! I'm not high James!" She shouts at him. But James can't believe her. He's caught her in far too many lies. He has even caught her in another man's bed before. Why would he trust her?
Then he takes a step towards her. Anger fills him as he thinks of how he can't trust her and assumes she's probably lying. She takes a step back knowing that he was going to hit her. Her brain started thinking fast about defending herself. She quickly reaches over to the counter and grabs a knife and brandishes It out toward him. James doesn't like this. Not. One. Bit.
Unbeknownst to the fighting couple, in a room just a few doors away, their young son is awakened in his bed by the yelling. The child is mostly unalarmed, as this happens at least five nights a week. He simply buries his head under a pillow and tries to sleep through the commotion. But his mother's screams draw him from his bed. Funny isn't it, that people always want to see tragic things? Just chock it up to human nature.
His small feet hit the cold floor and he walks into the hallway. There he catches a glimpse of his father backhanding his mother. His mouth parts to speak but his father sees him and the child quickly closes his mouth. He was definitely fearful of his father. The man was a fiend when he drank, and he always drinks.
"Why the long face Jack?" His father asks then gives a diabolical laugh.
Jack feared that laugh. Bad things always happened when his father laughed that way. Just last year Jack's arm was broken by his father as that laugh happened.
"Come here boy," his father motions him into the kitchen.
Jack is scared but forces his feet forward. He knows better than to disobey. His father pulls out a chair and smirks to the child who uneasily sits. Then James pulls out another chair. He jerks Valerie from the floor where she is cowered and crying. He pushes her down in the chair next to Jack. Little Jack looks at his mother's red cheek and crying eyes. He used to feel bad for her, but where there was once empathy, now only ambivalence remained. Jack wasn't close to her at all, in his eyes she wasn't any better than his father, she just couldn't hit as hard.
James pulls a lighter from his pocket. He opens and closes it slowly and repetitively as he paces behind his wife and child. Valorie is becoming very frightened, but her young son is a very brave boy. He might have been terrified, but he didn't let it show. He never showed his feelings. He was only eight, but he had the poker face of a 40 year old.
James finally lights a cigarette and pulls himself out a chair across from his family. He plops down and just stares at them with that angry grin. He looks back and fourth between the two of them. The pressure in the room was mounting by the second. Jack knows the situation is about to become a lot worse.
He exhaled his smoke in Jack's face, Jack could have coughed and fanned the smoke but he just sits there and takes it. His eyes burn and he hates the way the smoke smells, but he doesn't express it. "You know what? You look nothing like me." Now he has no smirk on his face. Now there's a snarling lip in its place. "Bet you aren't even mine, are you? Your mother is a whore you know?" He glares at Jack through narrowed eyes.
Young Jack is mentally preparing for the worst. He already knows that his father is going to hit him. It's really more a matter of timing. His father always slaps around on him. His mother never lifts one finger to help him either. Parents are supposed to protect their children. Jack wondered why his parents didn't every try to shelter him from any of their petty arguments?
Instead, Jack has to handle things on his own. Physically he had no way of protecting himself, he was just a child. So Jack had to find other ways to protect himself. When bad things are about to happen Jack goes inside of himself and hides. He blocks it all out. It was as if the bad things didn't happen to him at all, like they happened to someone else.
"Well?!" His father bangs his fist on the tabletop. "I asked you a goddamn question Jack!"
Jack wants to cry because he doesn't know how to answer. It doesn't matter anyway, any answer he gives his father will be the wrong one. Little Jack has already figured out that there are no right answers when dealing with a drunk. He chokes back his tears. He already knows that tears will just make his father even angrier. But failure to give an answer was a bad idea too. He knew he had better say something and fast.
"I-I don't know," he shrugs not making eye contact with his father.
Again he heard him laugh, "Well look at us Jack, we have no similarities at all. Not one physical trait. That's a goddamn scientific marvel in itself. We don't like any of the same things. Intellectually, we're different. You always have your nose in stupid books. Why do you think that is Jack?"
"I like to read," Jack says softly, yet sarcastically.
But this turns out to be the wrong thing to say. James reached out and slaps Jack so hard it knocks him out of his chair. Still wanting to cry, he swallows the tears deep down within himself. He feels burning on the entire left side of his face. He grabs the table and pulls himself back up into his chair. He just stared blankly at his father.
His father giggles, "Always the serious one. Why so serious?"
Jack still stared blankly. He felt nothing but anger churning inside of his entire small body. His fists clench, hidden under the table. He wished he could hit his father back. But he knew he wasn't strong enough to. If he even tried his father would make him bleed.
"So Jack, where do you weigh in on this father son thing? Why do you think a father and son could be such polar opposites? What do your fucking books say, huh? Can they explain this shit?" James asks his son with a smile.
"I don't know," Jack says sharply. He wanted to say no, he wasn't his father. Jack honestly wished he wasn't his father. Maybe he was someone elses son. But wishing for it not to be true didn't make it so.
"Well let's ask your mother how many other men she was fucking when she got pregnant with you. She's a nymphomaniac, you realize," James turns his smile to Valorie.
"It was just you James! Just you!" She cries.
"I don't believe her. Do you Jack? See your mother forgets that I grew up in the same place she did. I know exactly how popular she was with the boys at school. I heard them talk in the hallways about how they fucked her behind the cafeteria, or in their car, or parents bed...by the time she got around to me no one else would even have her!! They lie Jack! Women lie!!"
"James stop this! That was years ago!" Valorie cries.
"Ah, but once a whore, always a whore, huh?" He glares at her. "So do you see Jack why I question her?"
"Please James!" Valorie wails, "Please stop this! Just sleep it off!"
He quickly reaches over the table and slaps Valorie again. She grabs her face with her hands as she hides behind her hair sobbing. James then grabs Jack's hand and stretches his arm out across the table. Jack struggled against it but it's no use. James takes the cigarette from his mouth and Jack knows what's coming. His father presses the cigarette down on Jack's forearm in the place where similar scars from similar incidents lie. The discolored skin was raised and healed from dozens of past cigarette burns. Jack hissed at the pain but refused to give his father the satisfaction of seeing him cry.
His father just glares at how strong his son tries to be. He could see the anger swirling in his sons eyes. He chuckles, "I don't even like you. I tried to get your mother to abort you. But no, she wanted to keep you. It didn't matter to her if I was your father or not, she knew you were hers at least," he smiles at Jack and throws his head back for a big laugh, "You have no idea how many nights I've stood over you as you slept and thought about killing you."
Jack's lips part and he suddenly knows that he will never sleep soundly again. Now he must sleep with one eye open. He believes his father and he knows he's perfectly capable of killing him. He tries to hide the surprise and fear he's feeling from his father. But he was very shocked to hear his father tell him such things. Why was he so mean? What did he do to make him hate him so much?
"Go to bed," James rolls his eyes and shoos his son away with his hands.
Jack jumps up feeling happy that his part in tonight's madness was over. He glances over at his mother who is still hiding her face. He knows it's not over for her however. As Jack walks away he can hear his father getting up from his chair. He walks slowly and listens as his mother starts to scream. He looks back and can see his mother face down on the table. His father held her down with one hand by her hair. With his other hand he unbuckles his pants and unzips them. He quickly pushes them down and little. Jack noticed that his dad's thingy was really big and pointed straight out. Then his mother's dress is thrown up and James rips the panties away. Valorie is crying for him to stop. He moves in close to Valorie and enters her. He starts to buck his hips into her.
Jack understands the deed to be a punishment of some sort for his mother. He also understands that babies come from sex. He understands the procedure for sex. He knows that's what this is. But he's never seen it before. His mother didn't seem to like it. His father however, had a huge smile on his face. The incident in some way would scar Jack for life. How could it not? It's just not natural for a child to have to see something like that.
He blinks and walks into his room. He gets in bed and pulls the covers over himself, hoping to cover up the outside world. He draws himself up into fetal position. His mother screams and he can hear his father hitting her again. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears seeping out, and rocked himself as he held on to his legs. He continued until the house became quiet again. Only after he felt his father was good and asleep did he allow himself to drift off.
If anyone read this and liked it enough to read another chapter, please let me know![//]
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