No Way Out(A Jerome Valeska Fanfiction)

Missing Her

(Don't you even dare. I know my picture picking skills are dying, YOU DON'T HAVE TO REMIND ME. I just promised myself at the beginning of this book that I would put a picture for every chapter and I now realize that that is very very difficult. So don't even start.)

So I think I started this story off horribly, then it got better, and now it's falling apart again, so I have officially failed at life....again. 

Okay people! This one is from Jerome's perspective and he's a little pissed at just about everyone so...yeah.

Again, I will be back to fix this because it's crap. 

WARNINGS: Uhh...I don't actually know...There are some mentions of the death? And maybe a little more language than usual but besides that I don't really think anything applies, if I'm wrong, just tell me and I'll put it in. 

He walked in, looking over at the heap in the corner, his brow slowly furrowing.

"Doll?"

Nothing.

"Hey, dollface." He raised his voice as he made his way over to her.

She didn't move.

His eyes widened and he dropped to his knees, his hands quickly moving to touch her cheek. He drew back at the icy touch.

"...Y/n?" He quickly placed two fingers against her neck to feel for a pulse...

'Thump....Thump....'

He sighed in relief, turning to look over at the door, "Hey! Get in here!" The guard rushed in to stand beside him. "Sir?"

"Key, now." He growled.

The man quickly pulled out a key, Jerome snatching it from him as soon as he did.

He unlocked the handcuffs, snarling at the cuts and bruises he found under the metal and he took her into his arms. "She's freezing." He muttered.

"That was Justin. He said--"

"Doesn't fucking matter what he said. I'll skin him alive and I mean that very literally." He held her to his chest in an attempt to warm her but he wasn't a very...warm person.

"Fuck." He cursed, turning to the man beside him, "Is there a room here that's not cold as hell?" His eyes narrowed and the other slowly shook his head.

"But you can use the car for now, turn on the heat and all that, sir. I know another place we can move her to that's much warmer if you'll let me take ya."

He rolled his eyes, looking back down at the one in his arms. "I suppose that'll have to do." 

His brow furrowed as he took notice of the jacket draped over her and the bruises and cuts on her ankles and other wrist even though he hadn't seen any handcuffs on those areas.

He took her hand, lifting it to examine the marks. Definitely handcuffs. He raised an eyebrow, looking at the one standing beside him. "What'd you say your name was?"

"Ben, sir." The man swallowed.

"Right, is this your jacket, Ben?"

The man opened his mouth and then closed it, stammering as he scratched his neck, "W-well she...she was just so cold and crying and all and I just..."

"Uh huh, and the other handcuffs?"

"Well I didn't see their need, sir. They was just hurtin' her more. She looked awful tired 'n sad, sir. Poor thing was hurtin' real bad." He pulled the three additional handcuffs out of his back pocket, holding them out for the man before him to see.