Jerome Valeska: Fearless

Chapter 3: Brilliant Plot

Name Jerome Valeska                                                                                                                                                     Age: 19

Jerome's POV

                  Mother had just finished putting the food on the table. I eyed it looking for any signs of poison. It didn't seem like it. TV diners. Again. But that's fine. Mother was always spending the money she had earned on liquor. Of course she doesn't allow me to work. Last time I tried, I was picking glass out of my shoulders for hours.

                 THAT BITCH! There sitting in my food, was a condom. A CONDOM! Alright this bitch had to go! Her beating me, made me want to beat her to a pulp. Her sex life, her whoring around bugged me. But when I had to see some of the remains from just hours before, in my food, it is beyond infuriating. I pulled it out and set it on the table, almost gagging. Alright at least it wasn't used. Gross. Lila looked up and saw my disgusted face. She slammed her fork down. "Is there a problem Jerome because Jesus Christ you always find something to complain about"!

                Me! No that is her To a T. She always finds a way to complain about something. "No I just found a condom in my food and wondering how it got there, Mother". She groaned and took another bite. "Sorry", she mumbled so quietly I would've missed it if not glaring at her forehead imagining blood dripping out the bullet hole. 

              Or maybe I should take that bottle that was in her hand and stab her over and over again. That would be even better! Oh this is great. She dies. Tonight. While we're in Gotham. Gotham has so many freaks on the loose they'd never suspect me. They would never suspect her son. No, not in Gotham. It was brilliant. Sheba came into mind. What would  they do with her? You know what, I'll find her no matter where she goes. 

              I took a bite of the food in front of me. Cold. For her making these everyday, in the microwave, she sucked. How did you not cook a TV diner right! Maybe it was just her horrible cooking skills. Or her wanting to make my life even more miserable. Probably the later. Since she jut loved making my life a living hell. So she makes my food cold. Because I hate cold food!

            Cold, just like her heart. And soon her body, when the her life is gone. Her cold dead body. I could kill her with the hatchet outside that the stuntmen use. Lure her to a secluded place, and kill her there. I could bury the hatchet, literally. Hide the body and boom! The bitch is gone. Ooh I like the thought of that. Bitch and gone in the same sentence is always nice. HAHA! They'd never suspect her son. I just have to put it all into action. 

            "Jerome are you even listening"! I looked up at her. "Sorry". She frowned. "I said I'm going out later, make  sure you do the dishes". She stood up and threw the remains of the food in the trash. Grabbing the beer bottle off the table she left the small trailer Jerome called home. Yea she was dying tonight. That bitch would disappear. From my life, forever. And with that I burst into laughter.

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          Yea I don't really like this one. I feel I could've made Jerome more Jerome, ya know? I like it a little. But not as much as the first one. The last one didn't show a lot of his crazy so i made sure to put it in this one. When Jerome plans his mothers death. And he goes from calling her mom to mother. Yea that's that. Next one will be more Jerome. His early stages are hard to write because I still want a crazy essence to him. But there is a Jerome book ya'll should go read it's called Rich?. And it is great. It's by gl0w0rm and she writes Jerome hella lot better then I do haha. But I'm serious go, help her reach 8K. Anyways bye lovelies!