Between Stripes

T W E N T Y

Not too long after my little... realisation, was the the day.

I giggled, jumping out of bed. It was the morning of our special day. School day.

Time to have some fun.

I giggled even more. It was an impossible task not to. Everything was just so silly.

I'd beg to differ.

This is going to be fun, I just know it.

Just get a control of yourself. We're crazy, sure, but we can't ruin the act. That'd just spoil it.

Yeah, we don't wanna upset Jerome now.

Definitely not. His anger reaches new levels every time we upset him.

It's probably cause he's crazy.

Well, that was a little hypocritical. I was and always will be crazy. I'm fucked up. Yeah, I get it. Nobody needed to remind me. My mind was a constant reminder than I was a screwup. My lovely mother reinforced that even before I'd completely lost it. God I hated her. Every single fucking day I'd be compared to my siblings. I was treat like dirt. The dirt that my mother wouldn't dare touch, it was so below her. Stuckup bitch.

Chill, she's dead. We can't change that.

Yeah, just be glad that you was the one who killed her.

It was a group effort.

Fine. Whatever.

Great. Thinking of my ridiculous family had me aggravated. And a little bloodthirsty.

"Aye, sweet cheeks, you ready?"

That familiar, sickening sweet voice sliced through my thoughts. Like a knife. Into a throat.

Calm down then, bloody Mary.

"Georgy, are you fucking ready?" His tone changed, it was frustrated now. I rolled my eyes and was snatched away from my thoughts.

"Yes I'm ready, keep your Y-fronts on." I turned to face him, my hair jumping over my shoulder. It was almost impossible not to drop dead at the sight of him in that striped outfit. Jerome usually looked flawless but he was goddamn irresistible in those stripes.

"Babygirl, you know I've got better taste than that." He said, tilting his head down a little, his face darkened. Slowly he paced towards me. I took a few steps back and found myself pressed against the bed. If I was to go any further, I'd end up sprawled across the covers.

"It's debatable." I murmured, trying to sound confident. It almost worked but I accidentally bite my tongue as I spoke.

Jerome smirked and moved closer to me. So close that his breath tickled my ear and neck.

"We'll continue this discussion later, we've got some killing to do." He whispered before backing up and turning to walk away. I stayed in place, deciding to take the moment to appreciate his ass in the outfit. Admittedly, it looked better when he was sat down but still it was a good view.