No Way Out(A Jerome Valeska Fanfiction)

A Deal With The Devil

(About the picture, I'm sorry okay? The title made me think of him)

Hiya peeps! How's it goin? 

Guess what Ima do later!!! You are correct!!!(or Idk, maybe you were wrong or you just didnt bother guessing before you kept reading or maybe you even skip the bold words you lazy son of a jerk, I don't know! I ain't psychic!...Or am I?) Ima come back and fix this!!!

WARNINGS: What do I have for you today? Let's see...We've got some angst here, how surprising. Oooh some suggestive comments, there aren't too many so relax alright? I don't want you gettin all weird and being like "NOT ENOUGH, I NEED MOREEE" Like some weird zombie with a need for that ✨stuff✨ instead of brains, which is not to say that you don't have brains, it's just what zombies like to eat so yeah, I'm not a zombie expert tho so don't ask. And I alsooo don't want you people being like "AHH TOO MUCH INNUENDO, I GOTTA GO WASH MY EYES OUT WITH SOAP, YALL NEED JESUS" Alright? I'm sorry but don't cause yourself to go blind because of me, Jesus saying "if your eye causes you to sin pluck it out" WAS NOT SOMETHING HE MEANT LITERALLY. Well maybe he did...I don't know for sure, okay? Maybe some of you guys are theologians(tho I don't know why a theologian would be here honestly but who knows, maybe they wanna judge me because this is how I spend the majority of my time-They'd be right tho, I need a life. But maybe they're just here bc they love this ginger psycho like the rest of us, we don't judge here...but then again, I'm the one writing this so you be the judge of whether or not that means anything) or somethin(how should I know?) and are like "WELL ACTUALLY-" I'm not an expert okay? And I don't plan to be but...well...who knows? Maybe I'll have some kind of vision and I'll become one of those people that everyone says is crazy but actually everyone ELSE are the crazy ones! I'm not convinced that the earth isn't flat, just sayin...Maybe I should get a degree is Philosophy...Wow I got really distracted there...Uhhh....right! Warnings! Uhm....Oh! Language! ...Sorry Jesus. And uhhh yeah I think that's it. 

You watched the door. Eyes remaining fixed on it subconsciously as your heart pleaded for it to open and Jake to walk in.

He didn't.

Why? Why wouldn't he just come in? Was the door locked? Was he busy?

No...

No, he was dead.

Your eyes squeezed shut at that thought. You didn't want him to be dead. You wanted him to come in and wrap his arms around you, to tell you it would be okay...You wanted him to lie...again.

He had been so warm. Warm and bright and perfect...A perfect little liar and you wouldn't forgive him for that. You would never forgive him for that...not unless he came through that door. If he did, you would forgive him for anything and everything.

Jerome wanted you because you were bright? Jake was brighter. Jake was better than you. Every one of your flaws he overlooked. He made you better, he made you brighter.

Why did he ever come near you? Why did he ever care? Why did he ever love you?

He shouldn't have. He shouldn't but...he did. That idiotic, selfish asshole did. He stole away your heart and took it to his grave, that bastard.

You couldn't stop thinking about him. There was nothing else to think about anyway.

Jerome Valeska...Hah...what could he do? Nothing. Not anymore. And if he killed you, you wouldn't mind. You had nothing to live for anyway.

Jerome was angry. Not that you cared. But you found it funny in a humorless sort of way. Funny that he was so furious. The shock in his expression when you had told him he couldn't hurt you. He had realized with dawning horror that you didn't belong to him. You belonged to someone else. Someone who was dead.