Illegally In Love - Jerome Valeska X Reader

The Beginning - 1

Trigger warning: Abuse, rape mention, murder
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When you think of the word family, you think of this. You think of a perfect little family. No abuse. A good and healthy family. Two parents who don't fight. Siblings who love each other. My family, however, was different. Glass bottles were everywhere. Dirty laundry was all over the floors of each of our rooms. Cigarettes laying freely so anyone could grab them. It wasn't nice. My family was horrible. Everyone would get into fights. My parents would hit me and my sister. My sister would hit me. I got abused everyday.

That's why I killed them.

And I'm not ashamed at all.

I'm actually proud of it, really.

Well, you may be wondering HOW I killed them! That's actually a great question! I'll tell you.

--------August 4th, 2015---------

The second it was 7:00, my eyes shot wide open. It was my 18th birthday! I was so excited for this day to come, and I immediately went over to my parents room to wake them up.

"Mom! Dad!" I said, shaking my sleeping mom. Her eyes opened with anger. I could tell she didn't want to be woken.

"What is it." She said bluntly. I got a little sad at the way she responded.

"It's my birthday! Did you get me anything?" I said, jumping up and down with excitement. She groaned and turned the other way. I frowned and shook her again. She didn't respond. I shook her again. I then shook my dad. He ignored me. They both ignored me. Why do they always ignore me. Its supposed to be my special day.

I got angry because of this. I just want to fucking punch them. I want to hurt them. I want to kill them.

My head was running with millions of thoughts. No. I can't kill them. But, they've always abused me. Every day. Every hour. They abuse me. They hit me. They rape me. They yell at me. I've never gotten one ounce of love from them. This made me extremely angry. I ran to the kitchen and looked through the cabinets for a knife. They're going to pay for everything. I grabbed the sharpest knife I could find and ran back to my parents room and locked the door behind me.

"Mom. Dad." I said, spinning the knife in my hands. My breathing got faster and my heart was beating faster each second from the excitement. They're finally going to get what they deserve.

"Get the fuck out Y/N. Me and your mother are trying to sleep. We don't give a shit about your birthday." My dad didn't look at me. He just yelled this with his eyes closed, completely careless.

I ran up to their bed and grabbed my dad by his jaw. My mother gasped when she saw me do this. Before she could do anything, I grabbed the gun out of my dad's pocket and shot her in the abdomen. She fell on the floor, struggling to breathe. "You mother fucking bitch!" She yelled. I laughed at her pathetic yelling.

I held the knife against my dad's throat. He looked at me in fear. "It doesn't have to be like this, Y/N. I'm so sorry for everything. I love you. Please don't hurt me." He muttered. I laughed at this. God he's pathetic.

I leaned down and whispered in his ear. "You don't give two shits about me. Stop the fucking act. You've treated me like shit ever since I was born. Its too late for you to change. I've dealt with you and mom's shit for way to long and I'm fucking tired." I started to tear up. "You never loved me. Every day I tried to show you affection but you just end up hitting me in the end. I don-" My voice was cut off when my mom grabbed me from behind and threw me across the room.