----- The idea for her visions of Jerome were inspired by the talented TheSlytherinTribute from her book 'Between Stripes' it's truly fantastic----
Kat's Pov:
I stared at the bag he had left for me, why would he bother getting me a dress? It didn't seem like a very Jerome kind of thing to do but to be fair I don't think it's easy to predict what is or isn't something he would do. After all, he almost kissed me as opposed to almost killing me although the feeling of sheer embarrassment was enough to make me wish it was the latter.
What in Gotham City convinced me that it would be ok to kiss him? To lean into his loving touch in an ignorant bliss despite the world of pain and sacrifice he had plunged me into. How could I let his hand caress my face while knowing that they were stained with the blood of the peers I'd tried to save, the blood of so many innocent victims that he had murdered in my name? How could I let him whisper sweet words with the same tongue he had used to threaten my father?
Why don't I regret it?
I approached the small black bag, unzipping it to reveal a beautiful dress with expensive looking shoes. It was nothing I was unfamiliar with, attending events similar to these ones frequently with my father many times in the past but tonight will not be an innocent gathering that I would usually attend, this was going to be nothing short of madness.
Too busy with my clouded thoughts I hadn't given a second thought to the butler tied up a floor above me. I hastily grabbed the now opened bag and ran up the stairs. Once I reached the top I had to shield my eyes for a second. The natural light streaming in from the windows felt foreign to my eyes that had grown familiarly attached to the dim lights of the lamps that had illuminated the dark cell I'd been sleeping in.
"Alfred?" I called, hoping that his voice would lead me to find him.
"Miss Ferdine? Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?" Alfred's worried voice asked from the room beside the one next to her. She immediately ran into the room, finding him bound to a chair with a concerned look on his face.
"I'm fine Alfred, you on the other hand..." I trailed, getting started on the ropes.
"He didn't... Harm you did he?" He tried to find any injuries that I could have been hiding but I shook my head.
"No, I'm perfectly fine I promise." I tried to assure him but he didn't look convinced. "There we go," I exclaimed, having gotten the ropes untied so he could free himself from the chair.
"What was his intentions here if he didn't harm you?" He asked rhetorically.
"Actually," I spoke after a couple of seconds in silence. "He invited me to an event tonight, well more threatened but I'm supposed to be there anyhow."
"What do you mean, what event?" His eyes widened.
"Um, I think he said it was a charity event," I answered, not quite remembering the details of the event.
"You've got to be bloody joking." Alfred seemed to be fuming. "I've got to call Bruce and tell him he isn't to go near that event." He went to get to a phone, leaving me to follow behind him.
"Um, Alfred?" He didn't turn around. "Part of the deal was that Bruce was to attend to." My voice was small, trying to say it without making him want to murder me.
"What!" Alfred looked completely furious and it frightened me to the point that I had to step back. "That ginger haired bastard has got buckleys if he thinks I'm letting either of you go to that event."
"Alfred I have to go-"
"No you do not, I'm calling Bruce to get back here and neither of you are leaving this place for the night." He stated, his voice stern and a look that could kill in his eyes.
"He threatened my father." I looked him in the eye. "I'm going, you can keep Bruce here, in fact it's probably for the best but I have to go. If I don't he's going to kill my dad and I can't let that happen I'm sorry." I turned and walked away from him, grabbing the bag Jerome had given me and taking it to the room I had occupied before the cellar.
"Katerina? Katerina you know damn well that going tonight will get you killed!" He exclaimed, following me through the house.
"I know Alfred! You think I don't realise that? It's me or my dad ok? I'm not letting that happen, he's the only thing keeping me sane!" I shouted, trying to recollect myself. "Look he hasn't killed me yet so I'm going to take my chances." I ran a hand through my hair. "Please just call Bruce, make sure he's far away from Silver and the rest of them and keep him away from the charity ball, I'll handle this."
"You cannot handle this! He's psychotic!" He retorted.
"I've gotten this far ok? Now I'm going to shower and look pretty so I can go out in style." I sighed giving him a glance and going to my room, closing the door and getting ready to shower.
I got in the shower, letting the warm water drench my hair, watching the water turn a reddish pink shade, what was left of the colour in my hair fading further into more of an orange. Just like his I suppose, at least people won't notice when I walk in. Into my death wish that is.
I washed my hair and body, washing the tear stains that would no doubt reappear the moment I step into the charity ball. Pathetic isn't it? I think I've cried more the past few weeks than I have in my entire life, all over one little psychotic man with the face of an angel.
After the shower I got changed into the dress he had gifted me, if you would consider it a gift. The dress was stunning, it's intricate lace design wrapping beautifully around my shoulders in a sweet heart neckline and falling just above my knees, flowing out gracefully in the process.
I dried my hair, curling it from it's frizzy state until it flowed it loose curls down my back, contrasting to the solid black dress. The strands themselves had lost almost as much colour as my face had when I found out my father would be in danger again. Wow I'm depressing.
"You look beautiful." His voice startled me as I caught his reflection in the mirror.
"Shouldn't you be preparing for your 'big night'" I spat at him, getting angry.
"Oh darling, you really need to work on telling the difference between reality and la la land, people are going to start thinking you're crazy. Crazy is a good look on you by the way." His voice sent shivers down my spine as he stood behind me, his lips inches from my neck as his non existent breath brushed against my ear.
"Please stop this." I whispered, closing my eyes softly.
"Sweetheart, the only one doing anything is you." With that the vision disappeared and I was left alone in the room.
Even the vision of him looked like an angel.
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I'm so sorry for the delay in writing I started school this week and it's all been a little hectic!
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Ok this chapter was a little intense and I hate to say it but by the way I've planned it out this book only has 2 or 3 more chapters to go :/
Don't worry there will be a sequel because I'm not ready to let this story go just yet ahaha
Thank you for your patience a new update will hopefully be up sooner than they have been but at this rate I'm trying to prolong the inevitable 😳
~Love Mikayla
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