Jerome Valeska Imagines

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"Dicks!" He yelled. "You spend all your time around those guys because you want their dick! You can't just settle down. No! You gotta have someone on the side!"

"Jerome, I don't hang out with them because I want to fuck them! I hang with them because I've known them since I was little! They're family!" You yelled back.

It had started when you hung out with some people from your childhood, who were all guys. Then it became a twice a week kind of thing. Jerome didn't like it, so he accused you of cheating.

"Family? Ha! That's a good one I'll remember that next time I want an excuse to hang with a bunch of street corner sluts!"

"I can't believe you don't trust me! I wouldn't cheat on you! Jerome, if you think that's the kind of person I am, maybe I should leave." You said. You backed out of the living room and went to your shared room. You grabbed a bag from the closet and began to pack.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Packing. If I'm leaving then I'll need some things."

"Like what? Some condoms? Lube? Ah hell! Take the dildos you never use from the closet and have fun with those as well!"

"You laugh now, but when you realize I'm gone and I'm serious, you'll miss me," you mumbled.

"The hell I will! I'll go find my own gang of street corner sluts." He laughed. You grabbed your toothbrush and more clothes and headed out the door.

Jerome stopped laughing only after he heard the door slam. He walked around the apartment.

"(Y/n)?" He called. "Princess where'd you go?" He went to the window to see you trying to hail a cab. "(Y/n), get up here!" He yelled.

"No! That's the thing Jerome. If you don't trust me, I shouldn't trust you. That's why I'm leaving! How can I trust you, a murderer, to not endanger me, if you can't trust that I'm not cheating on you?" You yelled up to him. He was speechless. "That's why I need to go Jerome. That's exactly why." A taxi came to your side. "I'm sorry Jerome. I wish this could've ended differently. I really do." You put your stuff in the trunk and opened the door. You took one last glance.

"(Y/n)! Come back! Don't you leave!" He yelled. You got in. You told the driver where to take you. "(Y/N)!!" Jerome roared at the top of his lungs. "No!" He yelled.

"Hey, freak, shut up!" A man yelled. Jerome pulled out a gun and shot at him. He missed. He was too focused on you to aim properly. He then looked at the man and shot again. Shooting him in the heart.

"No. No no no!" He cried. He slammed his window shut and started to throw random things across the apartment. "(Y/n). (Y/n), (Y/n). No!" He sobbed. He leant against a wall and slid to a seated position. He mumbled your name as he drifted off. He frowned. He knew this would be the start to an even further downward spiral.