Haly's Circus ~ Jerome x reader

13: Theo Galavan

I was looking for a quiet bench to relax with my diary. My cap from the circus was still tied to the back of my bike. I guess I just never took the time to untie it from there. I start writing about my day. How fucking boring it all is without Jerome.

Can someone please explain to me why my life is so unbelievably sad?

An unknown number called my phone. I was alone in Robinson Park. It was kinda creepy. I declined the call and started writing again. My phone again rang, and I decided to pick it up.

"Hello? Who am I speaking to?"

A moment of silence existed. On the other side of the phone, I didn't hear a thing. I couldn't hear if the person was outside, or inside.

"Hello? I'm gonna hang up now?"
"No, wait."

A boy's voice spoke to me. I recognized it, wait is this...

"It's Jerome, I have great news baby!"

It is him! I liked the way he called me baby... Immediately I threw my diary in my bag and stood up. Questions started filling my head. Is he still in prison? If he is, how much time does he have with the phone? How did he even get a phone? What am I supposed to answer? Oh god, I have to answer.

"Jerome? How did you..."

I got interrupted by a lot of voices in the background from Jerome. Who were they? It didn't sound like he was in prison...

"That doesn't matter, what matters is that you have the permission to come where I am."

He gave me an address and then the line got shut off. He didn't hang up, it would sound different. But right before I could even say something back my phone stopped working. It was the connection, even though Jerome sounded very hounded.

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That evening I had nothing to do, I was done with work and Luna couldn't see me. And there was definitely no way I would hang out with Anne or Derek.

it starts to rain hard, and I have no idea how long I've been cycling around, looking for the right address. Dark gray clouds hang above me and my wet clothes cling to my body. I'm cold. So cold I'm starting to chatter. Or is it because I don't quite trust this situation? Because imagine if Jerome was kidnapped or something, and was forced to tell me this so that I'll be the next hitman.

I shake my head so hard that my steering wheel swished and I swerved across the road. Just in time I got my bike back under control. An evasive motorist honks angrily, and I raise my middle finger. Fortunately, it looks like I've finally found the address. It's a big building, and I have to go up seven floors to get there. Usually, I take the stairs, but now I'm going for the elevator.

Take a moment to relax and think. What am I going to say when I get there? And what if someone other than Jerome opens the door?

Oh, how bad, of course I don't look good at all. I wipe some wet strands of hair from my face and ring the bell. My mother opens the door.

I'm confused. Of course I watched the news, but how could no one tell me that my mom was involved in this? She and another few were broken out of Arkham. What a coincidence I guess.
"Y/n! Come in! Come in!" she gestures with her hand but I would rather see Jerome first, I trust my mother less than I trust Jerome.

"Did you know?" I say as I walk into the apartment, and she closes the door behind us. "I'm sorry sweetheart, that we couldn't have contact. Of course you wouldn't just go to the prison to visit me because you're mad at me which I understand obviously-" She keeps talking but my eyes fall on the huge room that takes place here, it looks bigger than it does from outside.