Love ISN'T real (A Valeska Story) *UNDERGOING EDITING*

Today's the day!

    Pain aching through my body, I slightly opened my eyes, only to see Jerome pulling on my arm, and sitting me up against the wall.

    "Jesus, there's blood on you..." he murmured. "Who did this?" He asked. I didn't move, didn't speak. I felt horrible. There was a mirror attached to the wall on the other side of the room.

    I saw myself. All battered and bruised. Dry blood on my lip. Belt marks on my thighs and a gash on my arm. Jerome grabbed me by the chin and made me look at him. My eyebrows furrowed and my eyes closed. My lips quivering and tears falling down.

    "I shouldn't have left..." I whispered. He glared at me and pushed my hair behind my ear.

   "You shouldn't of came back. He could've killed you." Then I stared at him.

    "Well, I'm sorry for caring about you." Then I pulled away and wiped my tears, wincing at the lingering pain.

   "Stop moving." He muttered. He was wearing that same red bath robe around his body. He took it off showing himself in a white tank top and black felt pants. Then he wrapped the robe around me. He was so pale but so fine. The veins in his hands, and the lines on his muscular arms. Am I wrong for wanting to bite him?

    He wasn't the same anymore. He didn't seem to care about anything that much. Weird.

    "Get ready. We're leaving in 2 hours." He said. Then he got up. Right. The GCPD.

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    I was standing in Ed's crush's office. Surpised she wasn't in here. I only stayed in there because nobody else would come in. Plus, I locked the door. It was kinda boring just standing here so I decided to see if they had a file on me. And they did. Something about association with murder. Salvatore Maroni's murder.

    Are you fucking kidding me?! I was in a damn coma- Oh my god.

    Stamped over my file was a big red word that said "HOSTILE". This is insane. I still had to wait until the gunshots. And there they were.

                "BAM BAM BAM"

    They couldn't make it sound any worse? Jesus. I peeked out of the door and then walked out. I saw Jerome tying Commissioner Essen to a chair. He was muttered something, but I didn't really understand it. Essen was unconscious. I walked up to Jerome and placed a hand on his shoulder. He immediately flinched and gripped my wrist. My lips parted. Then I stared at him.

    "Are you okay...?" I asked softly. Then his glare softened.

    "Fine." He muttered in a reply. I grabbed his tie and yanked him towards me. He glanced down at me then he looked away, watching if anyone else was staring. As if he were....embarrassed. Then his hands hugged my hips.

    "I said I'm fine..Laura." He said softly. I looked away.

"No-"

    Then he grabbed my face, "Listen to me." he started. I looked up at him. He knew exactly how I felt.

   "You need to leave while you can." He whispered. Then I shook my head.

    "I'm not leaving." I muttered back. He started smiling. Then he let out a laugh, pushing me off of him. What's wrong with guy?