Chapter60: Crane is Back

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Nothing was so hurtful when you woke up without your love one beside you especially when you knew that you felt the same feeling towards each other while making love.

The next morning after the night when it had happened, I parted my eyelashes to see that Joker wasn't on my bed anymore. Tears suddenly fell from my eyes for the thought that after everything, he just left me. I was like a whore in a street that after they used, they would just throw.

What makes me to miss him more, was when he left his shirt on my bedroom floor. I grabbed it and in every seconds, hours minutes, I'm smelling it, just to ease my desolation. I was like an obsessed woman, seriously. I even lied to him and to myself that I'm fine, and ready to moving on but actually, the more I force myself, the more I get hurt.

Sitting on the couch while drinking some coffee, I have received a text message from Taylor York that they would come home after a week. The marriage of their client-friend has been moved to another day that's why it's already four days and they still not here; he also asked me if I'm okay here all alone, and I said that I am.

But then, I felt something strange in me, craving for something I do not know what actually is, unless, I tasted it.

It's already six o'clock in the morning and I'm ready to go to my workplace until I've got a knocked on my door. Taking all my stuffs, I walked towards it and when I turned the knob to open the door, my eyes grew wider because of the man who's standing in front of me.

"Y—you? What are you doing h—here?" I stuttered, as I felt my feet became numb.

He gave me a sarcastic smile while his hands were clasped to each other, "Hello, Doctor Williams," Crane said in a sweet voice, "Would you mind coming with me?"

I was about to close my door when suddenly I felt a sharp thing that was inserted into my neck that made my eyes got blurred.



A touch of a rough palm and fingers onto my cheek made me to go back in consciousness. Gradually, I opened my eyes and it automatically grew wider when I saw Jonathan standing in my front with his crazy stare towards me. I also felt my body bound around the chair, and in despair, I struggled as I felt the lower part of my eye sockets started to warm.

Jack!

The only name that came in my mind.

"Let me go!" I begged, trying to be firm in his eyes.

"Finally. . . after everything, after the long, long wait. . . I've got you," he said in a calm voice, then he released a maniacal silent laugh.

"What do you want from me?!"

"Want from you?" he mocked, "I only want you, Doctor Williams."

"Are you crazy Doctor Crane?! Why are you doing this to me?!"

Jonathan started walking to go behind me. Then he leaned forward to reach my ear, "I like you from the day you have smiled at me, the kindness you have given me. . ." he whispered, leaving some shiver down my spine as his warmth breath delivered onto my skin, "But you like him. . . you like the Joker, and I can't understand why!"

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