No Way Out(A Jerome Valeska Fanfiction)

It's Not Over

...I know what you're gonna say, but I swear I meant to post this sooner than I am now. "You said you'd do it soon" I know what I said and I am genuinely sorry but I had so much going on and like...yeah life is complicated and school sucks and has been trying constantly to kill me.

Its been ages though guys, how are you?? Please tell me you didn't die while I was away...

It's gonna take a lot to make this up to you guys isn't it? *Sigh* Okay, *cracks knuckles* I'll make it up to you by writing as much as I can while also trying to avoid school murdering me. Multitasking! Yaaay!

Also, title is a song name by Daughtry, if you know who that is, and anyway it's the song that inspired me enough to be like "I really need to get this out to them-" So...you can thank that song. And I made a playlist for this story on Spotify! It's not done yet though so...yeah.

WARNINGS: I have to admit...this one was rushed. Don't be mad at me! I really tried to make it good but idk, I need to get back into the 'Jerome mindset' if you know what I mean. Not that I fell out of love with him, I'm just...Idk, nvm. Carrying on! Well there's angst, some vomiting, and...idk, yeah I think that's as far as it goes for bad crap? Eyewash people should be in the clear but zombies, I'm afraid you'll have to wait at least another chapter. Unless...you zombie people are already dead. Wait...by definition you are but...then...did you die twice?...Never mind, I'm talking myself into a hole here.

Jim walked in and you shot to your feet, your handcuffs digging into your skin as you did.

"Jim! What the hell is going on?! I didn't do anything, you know that right?" Your words tumbled out in a rush to tell him and he quickly came to your side, taking your arm as he tried to sit you back down but you were having none of it.

"Deep breaths, Y/n, calm down. It's gonna be oka–"

"'Okay'?! Don't even start, Jim! And don't tell me to calm down either! I've just been arrested for murder! What the hell is that about?!"

"Y/n, please." He gave you a pleading look and you huffed out a sigh, flopping down into the seat.

"Breathe with me." He instructed, placing your hand on his chest and you realized you were breathing heavily and your head was beginning to feel light. So, hesitantly, you closed your eyes, following his breathing pattern.

Your mind flashed back to a little girl who sat crying after scraping her knee, her father pulling her into his arms and rocking her back and forth and telling her to breathe, baby, breathe.

You bit back a mournful sigh. No. Your father was dead. Jim wasn't your dad, even if he had almost been your uncle, he could never replace what you lost...

You shook those thoughts away, opening your eyes up again.

"Jim, please, tell me what's happening. I haven't done anything. You...you do know that don't you?" Your heart clenched in fear. What if he lost faith in you? It wouldn't be the first time someone had done that to you, just look at the state of this whole damn city and your reputation in it. You supposed it was about time he gave up on you.

He stared at you in shock before he snapped out. "Of course not. Why would you ever think that? Y/n, I know this is hard for you. I'm sure this is just a mistake." He assured, and, momentarily, you felt comforted.

But then you realized...

"You don't know why I'm here...?"

He grimaced, "Well...no. They refused to tell me because of my connection to you. Hell, I was barely able to get in here. But Y/n, we'll make it through this. I swear I'll get you out of here. There's a perfectly reasonable explanation, we'll clear things up and I promise I'll get you on that plane tomorrow."