He Lived For Her~ A Joker Story

Chapter 84- Facade

~Hello Everybody. It's me, Pixie, The Autor of this Story you are reading now.
The first thing I want to acknowledge is that i have let you all down by not providing chapters. Every time I think of my lack of creativeness it brings utter ache to my stomach, to the point of crying- I sound very melodramatic, I know, but every word I write now is true.

Wattpad hasn't been working fully for me recently, tech wise, ultimately stopping me from even entering the website, but I'm back.
I will be updating regular, maybe not daily, but definitely more than what I have been doing.

I know I have lost half of my readers due to my absence, I have lost readers who were devoted to my story and would always interact with me. I miss them, and I'm sorry. Hopefully through this I can gain new readers who will enjoy my writing, ultimately enabling me to keep motivated to write. I read all your comments- some make me laugh and some make me smile in complete appreciation. I couldn't be more grateful for you.

You honestly mean a lot to me. To think nearly 200,000 people have taken an interest in my hobby is astounding, and I am forever grateful. You have all helped me discover my future.

Again, I am so sorry for everything- Anyway, enjoy this long awaited chapter! <3

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-JOKER'S POV-

My night was the same. Work, kill. For what? For purpose? Yes, I would say.

The thought of returning home to Ivy made me feel a certain way. Happy? I wasn't all educated when it came to emotions.
She was special to me, no doubt about it. I would give my life for her it seems, but I never show how I really feel.

I felt a little bit of guilt not trusting her, but she was outside when I specifically told her not to be. I'm only giving her these orders because I care. I hoped she knew that.
I would make it up to her somehow.

I finally returned home, and entered the living room. Ivy wasn't there.
I pondered on this, but just assumed she was somewhere else- but usually she would be in the living room waiting for me.

"Ivy?" I called out. No reply.

The television which was mounted on the wall was on static, and besides from the noise that was generating, the house was silent.

My shoes clinked against the marble flooring, making them echo. I called her name again, then heard a giggle come from the bathroom. At this point, I started to wonder where Frost was. His car was gone when I arrived, when I specifically told him to wait until I returned.

"Ivy!?" I shouted hesitantly, confused at where she was. All of a sudden, I heard giggling coming from the bathroom, along with splashes of water.

My thoughts changed quickly. Was Frost in there with her?
My blood ran cold and all I saw was red.

I ripped off my jacket and threw it on the ground. This revealed my dark red button shirt and black suspenders- my tattoos poking out from the top of the shirt.

I stormed toward the room, and immediately barged through the door. I imagined I would see Ivy and Frost doing whatever together, but instead I saw Ivy submerged in a bubble bath, surrounded my little candles, making the room have a dim, warm glow.