Name: Jerome Valeska Age: 17
Jerome's POV
Lying outside was relaxing. Especially after that bitch decided to swing at me again with one of the tent poles. That bitch, always beating her son, telling him it was normal. It is not normal to smash a bourbon bottle over your kids head!
Relax Jerome, you can think of her death later. Mr. Cicero started wheeling Sheba towards me and 'moms' shared trailer. She was drunk and I was not about to let Sheba pay. The Grayson's hate me. Just as the Lloyd family did.
Sheba is the only one I talk to. She doesn't talk back or beat me with liquor bottles. Although there was this one time when I was 9 when she wrapped around me in my sleep. Yea good thing Mr. Cicero was able to get her off. Or I would of been a dead Valeska. Just As 'Mom' would be. I laughed at the thought.
I got up to go get Sheba from Mr. Cicero. "Mr. Cicero? I need to borrow Sheba before Mom gets her". He turned around grabbing my shoulder. "Alright, be careful and don't let her hug you again". And off he was. I scowled. It wouldn't be the worst thing if Sheba 'hugged' me. Even if it did result in death, at least it is some sort of affection. He wheeled Sheba to the area he was laying in.
Taking the keys out of my pocket, I undid the lock. Opening the top, Sheba poked her scaly head out. Her tongue darting out of her mouth, smelling her surroundings. "Hi Sheba". I smiled when she started coming out of her container and slithering up my arm. I lifted the rest of her scaly body out and put her onto the ground. She slithered through my feet and near the cloth I had laid out.
Sheba started exploring the 'camp' grounds. Her tongue shooting out every few seconds. I went and pulled her back. Lord help us if she gets near Quincy Grayson. God She was so annoying. Always shouting that Sheba was a monster. Sheba was simply a victim. Like me! I laughed out loud. Earning me some looks from the other performers.
"Sheba when I get out of here I'm taking you with me. No more Lila Noe more circus. Just me and you. We can be free"! She slithered over my stomach. Before coiling beside me. Sun bathing. Because snakes needed heat to live. Even a moron would know that. "Yea Yea Sheba you don't care as long as you get heat".
"JEROME"! Uh oh! I can go back and get a beating. or I can take Sheba and attempt to run. I'm gonna attempt the later. I quickly heaved Sheba up, losing my breath instantly. "Damn Sheba"! I put her in the container shes confined in. And I closed the lid. Running down the pathways. Pushing Sheba. Where to hide? I started looking around the circus grounds. Under the concession stand! I ran faster and ducked under the concession stand.
Mary jumping in alarm when I pulled Sheba out and shoved the cart down the pathway. I looked up at her and put a finger to my mouth. I don't want mom to find us. She nodded. Mary didn't like me, but she didn't hate me either. Earning her a spot on my safe list.
"Mary have you seen Jerome he hasn't done the goddamn dishes! And where's Sheba"! I heard my mom's voice. I covered my mouth and pulled Sheba closer. "I haven't seen him Lila, I'll send him home if I do". I heard her grumble and stomp off. "Jerome get your ass over here"! Her voice echoed as she walked away.
"Thanks Mary", I whispered. She smiled and went back to work as I held Sheba close to my body. I swear I will kill mom for what she has done to me and Sheba. Besides that's the normal thing you do for friends right?
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That's that. And in this chapter we see how close Jerome and Sheba are. And more talk of how Jerome wishes to kill his mother. Jerome's not too crazy in this but I wanted like a slightly more compassionate Jerome. And I completely made up Quincy and Mary. Anyways I am having a BLAST writing this! So next chapter will be up soon. Bye lovelies!
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Jerome Valeska: Fearless
FanficThe story of Jerome Valeska. The origin of one of Gotham's most known killers. A hated man who still manages to laugh. He will always manage to laugh, even in death. Jerome Valeska is very ... fearless.
