《JOKER || DDLG IMAGINES》Anxiety || Twentytwo
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He didn't come home that night
and you knew that he would never leave you
alone for so long on purpose.
Every time you would hear the slightest sound,
you would rush out into the hallway but the apartment door would stay closed.
You couldn't call him because he always told you not to if he was to suddenly disappear,
that it was happening for a reason and it was
in your best interest not to have any contact
with him until he initiated it with you.
You had been crying all day,
laying in bed with your stuffies and
going through all of the haunting scenarios
in your head of what could have
happened to him,
the phone ringing suddenly and you got
onto your knees,
leaning over the gap between the wall
and the bed to answer it.
"Daddy?"
You choked out.
"Fuck"
He ran a hand over his face tiredly,
eyeing the police officer standing behind him,
watching his every move,
the cuffs on his wrists making it hard to speak
to you the way he wanted to.
"Have you been up all night?"
"You didn't come home"
You breathed out.
"Where are you?"
"Look..."
An irritated sigh left his mouth because there
was no point in hiding it from you.
"I've been arrested alright?
I'm in the fucking police station.
The mothers fuckers raided the club at random,
found some fucking drugs and used it as
an excuse to take us in"
"Arrested?"
You cried.
"But you can't be.
How am I going to do anything?"
"Yeah,
That's the thing doll"
He told you lowly.
"I need you to come down to the
police station alright?
Bring some money with you.
You know where daddy keeps it"
"I can't daddy-"
"Baby"
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He cut you off.
"I need you to do this for me alright?
You want to be alone for months?
The bail is set.
If you don't get ya little ass down here,
it's fucking penitentiary for me
so if ya think you're alone now,
wait till you're taking care of yourself
for three months"
Sighing softly,
you thought about it.
You couldn't be alone for more than
a few days by yourself.
It was too hard to function.
"Okay daddy"
You answered him quietly.
"Thats my good girl.
Don't be too long alright?
If I have to stay in here a minute longe
than I have to,
I'm gonna lose my shit and
then we're all fucked"
*******
Stopping at the steps to the
police station,
you held your bagpack close to you,
pushing open the doors and stepping inside,
his men standing up as soon as they noticed
you before making him aware
that you showed up.
"Fucking finally"
He muttered under his breathe,
a police officer opening the gate to the cell,
letting them out one by one so they could deal with the necessary paperwork and release forms.
"Daddy?"
You looked at him as he signed
the release statement,
writing something completely incoherent so
they wouldn't be able to trace or identify his handwriting,
hurt that it had been twenty four hours
and he barely even acknowledged
let alone touched you.
"I'm sorry it took me so long.
It was hard to build up the courage
to come down here.
I'm not used to dealing with these things"
"Oh no"
He said sarcastically.
"I sure hope it didn't inconvenience
you too much sweetheart"
"Daddy"
You breathed.
"You know what I'm like"
"Let's get the fuck out of here"
He rolled his eyes at the police officers
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watching him like a hawk,
knocking the pen onto the floor carelessly.
"Fucking assholes.
Aren't 'cha fucking embarrassed the only
thing ya could get on me is a drug charge?"
"How are we going to get home?"
You asked him anxiously,
"There's a car about a block away
I just leave in the parking lot.
Never know when you're gonna
need a getaway car huh?"
"Do you have anything to say to me?"
"Like what?"
He scoffed.
"I was alone for twenty four hours daddy"
"Oh?"
He mocked you.
"Did I leave my little girl all by herself all night?
Can you ever forgive me baby?"
"You're in a bad mood"
You huffed.
"I'm sorry ya had to do this alright?"
He told you firmly a few minutes later.
"I wasn't planning on getting arrested,
It just fucking happened.
One minute,
I was sitting there doing a deal and the next,
the police swarmed the place.
I couldn't get to you baby girl"
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