Fatal Attraction

My Choice

As I am thinking of my answer, I think of a reason why I should actually join a group of criminals. And not just any criminals, a group of patients at the Arkam Asylum. One's who committed murders. Not that I have anything to lose technically. I mean my parents verbally and physically abused me my whole life, acting as if I was the source of all their problems, my brother left right as he turned 18, and he never once came to check up on me. I spent most of my life in that house being called "it" or "that child". They always said that i was a disappointment and a failure. That I couldn't do anything right and when I had a chance to do the "right thing" I always made the "wrong" choice. I don't know what to choose. I mean, joining them could be dangerous and could possibly become a criminal myself. But if I don't I live a boring life of bills, work, no play, but I would be safe.
I faced Jerome to finish my statement. "I don't know if I want to join or not. I mean, my brain is scrambled, I don't know what to choose. Either i do or I don't. Both having different effects on my future." I looked down embarrassed. "Please give me some time to think about things." Jerome nodded. Jerome smiled and started to laugh. I was confused. "What is so funny?" That was probably a wrong question to asked considering it seems that he finds many things to be humorous. "You're still in your towel." He said with a small laugh following. I looked down and then back up. I rolled my eyes out of annoyance and sighed. I turned around and retreated to my bedroom to change into some clothes. I head over to my dresser and opened my top drawer for a bra and matching underwear. I hate it when my underwear doesn't match, even if I'm not sleeping with someone. I put the two on and look in my shirt drawer and pulled out a grey T-shirt, I, then, close the drawer and open the one below that had my jeans in it. I pull out a pair of black skinny jeans, that you could tell were worn.
As I slip my pants on and then my shirt, I hear mumbling from the living room. It sounds as if someone was having a serious conversation on the phone. I slip my socks on and opened my door to head to the living room. It was Jerome. I walked over to my couch and sat down. I did feel a little anxious or nervous because there was psychotic killers standing in my living room asking me to join their little group. "What do you want us to do now?" I hear Jerome ask over the phone. "Alright, I understand." He says and hangs up. Jerome looks at me and gives my a smile that sends shivers down my spine. He walks over to me and leans over me. "Looks like you need to make that decision quickly." A knock came on the door once more. I sighed heavily. I couldn't tell if it was out of relief or annoyance. I stood up and moved around Jerome. As I walked over to the door I maneuver myself around my mother's and my landlord's bodies, i then heard the knock again and then a voice came along. "Erin? Are you in there? I came in with your mother. We wanted to change your mind about you getting help." I got irritated. I open the door a little bit and pop my head out a little bit. "Where's mother then if you came with her?" He looked a little bit confused. I can understand why though. "She came up here to talk to you about it. I guess she got lost or something. I don't know. Let me go find her really quick." He rubbed the back of his head. I sighed heavily and said, "don't bother. I won't change my mind and nothing you say will convince to do so. Once you find mother, you can tell her that and escort her back to that shit hole of a town. Goodbye, Jack." With that i slammed the door in his face.
I hit my head against the door a couple times and on the last time just laid it there for a few minutes and groaned. I rotated my body around facing the criminals. Jerome seemed a little annoyed and I can understand. All the interruptions that were going on in the short amount of time that we had since they have been here. I walk up to Jerome and stopped an inch away. I looked up in his eyes. "Name's Erin Johnson. My answer is yes. I will join your little boy band." Jerome chuckled at that while still looking at me. I could feel his body heat bouncing over to mine. "Alrighty then. Let's get moving." Jerome moves away towards the door. "Wait. shouldn't I pack or something?" Greenwood made a noise and said, "Where you're going, you won't have to worry about that. We'll already have some in stock. And if it looks even a little like you willingly left this place, you'll be a suspect on your mother's murder and made your way to our place to join." For once I thought Greenwood was right. And I thought about it. "So what? Either way I'm gonna be a criminal, right?" Greenwood grunted a bit. I moved towards my room to pack, until I was stopped by Jerome's voice. "Do what you want. But hurry up. We need to leave before the cops show up." I nod in response. I continued to my room and grabbed my duffle bag and threw in some clothes. I gather up some more clothes on my bed next to my bag, and then heard someone walk into my room. It was Jerome. What could he want. He just told me to hurry, so I am. He walks over to my side table with a bunch of papers on it. He puts his hand on the pile and just throws them on the floor. "What the hell was that for?" I yelled. "We have to make it look like you left by force, our boss says so." I sighed to his response and continue to pack.
As I put my last shirt in, Jerome opens the drawers to my dresser and throws them randomly over the room. I catch his right arm, which is the closest to me, and he drops the shirt that he had in his hand. I pulled his hand closer to my, where it is close to my face. "What are you doing?" Him looking more confused than agitated. I moved his hand against my lips and removed it 5 seconds later. I, then, rub his hand against my cheek. "I just noticed how beautiful and soft your skin is. I wanted to touch your skin. That's all." I let go of his hand, grabbed my bag and began to leave the room. "You're weird. But -" he grabs my hand and mimics my actions, "you also have beautiful skin." He let go of my hand and I adjusted my bag over my shoulder. "Are you two coming or what?" We hear Greenwood yell from the living room. We both head out to the living room, walk by my dining table and knocked of some of my dishes from the night before and some papers from mail. " Ok, let's go." I said. I open the door and check if there was anybody in the hallway, so we could leave. The coast was clear and we headed out the apartment building. My nerves are growing as we walk over the a car that they drove over her. Jerome opens the front passenger door for me and gives me a hand in. He looks to Greenwood and says, "You get the back, ladies sit up front." He shut my door and heads over to his side to get in. He climbs in, starts the car, and starts driving. Now this is going to be scary.