Mad Love. (A Jerome Valeska fanfiction)

Chapter 4

I wake in the same bathroom, except I'm naked, bloody, and bruised. I panic, not knowing what to do. I scream at the top of my lungs, a bloodcurdling scream. It was definitely heard throughout the asylum. A few minutes pass and I hear guards footsteps outside the door. "In here!" I yell. The guard enters, its the original guard that helped me settle in, his name plate read 'Gabe.' He sees me, waving for more guards to assist. Gabe kneels down and wraps me in a blanket, picking me up bridal style. He carries me all the way to the doctors office on the other side of the building. When we enter he sets me on a bed, my eyes immediately shut, causing me to drift back to sleep.
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( Jeromes pov)
I'm wandering the halls of Arkham a few hours after laying Harley in her bed. "This place is huge," I say to myself, "But I'm bored." I start heading back to the common room when my ears start ringing from a high pitch noise. It's faint, but most likely a scream. I speed up my pace, rushing to the common room. Once I arrive I see everyone high-fiving Greenwood and Richard. A guard unlocks the door for me and I make my way in. "What's going on?" I question. Everyone falls silent. "Oh nothing really. You're little friend just gave us the ride of our lives," Greenwood snickered as he elbowed Richard, who began to laugh. I become furious, at both them and Harley.
'So much for hating men,' I thought.
I start to rush towards them, but I'm dragged away by a guard before I could do anything. 'Why would she sleep with them?'
The guard locks me in my cell for the rest of the night, leaving me alone with my thoughts and anger.

(Harley's pov)
I stay the night in the doctors office. They tried to get me to go back to my cell, but I wouldn't budge. The next morning, I wake up earlier than usual and start heading towards my cell. I don't bother going to the common room, knowing no one will be in there. Once safely inside my cell, I close the door and lay on my bed. I bury myself under the thin sheet and hug my legs into my body. I had been holding myself together so well, up until now. I closed my eyes as I felt the tears come up. My body immediately starts to go into panicking mode. I begin to shake uncontrollably, while clenching my teeth trying to stop. The door creaks open. I poke my head out to see Jerome entering my cell. Quickly wiping away the tears I roll out of bed. I stand up and he's just staring at me. Looking up and down my body, stopping at each bruise and scar left on my skin. I noticed his knuckles were bruised. We stood in silence for a few minutes until his raspy voice broke through it , "Why'd you do that?"
"Do what?" My body starting to panic. He runs his hand through his hair, looking up at me. "Don't play dumb. You're a whore, just like my mother." His voice is deep, more sinister. What happened to the caring Jerome from the other day, I thought. "J what do ya mean?!" I become scared. I actually liked this boy, but he's turning into all the other ones. He's a pig, a voice speaks up within my head. "You're a whore, you screwed Greenwood AND Richard. What happened to hating men???" Adrenaline starts to rush through my body. Jerome makes his way closer to me until our noses are a few centimeters apart. My breathing becomes heavier. "You're just like her!" His voice getting louder. He grips my neck tightly, lifting me off the ground s little. He slams me against a wall, setting me on my feet, not letting go of my neck once. I look him in the eyes. They're full of darkness, instead of a light blue green, it's as if color never existed. "J-.." is all I'm able to get out. His grip tightening around my throat. "If anything, you're mine," he huffs out with a laugh. I knee him in the groin, it only phases him for second before he grabs me, tackling me to the ground. He pins my arms above my head. "Let me go!" I scream.
Jerome let's out a deep chuckle. I can feel the bruise on my neck and wrists already forming. I wince as he tightens his grip. He leans down, opening his mouth to say something when I jerk my head up, and spit in his face. "That was strangely pleasant, do it again." I hear the voices laughing, I join in, letting out a quiet giggle. He looks down at me with a sparkle in his sinister eyes and starts to lean back. Once he's close enough I jerk myself towards him, head-butting him hard enough he falls back. I stand up rubbing my wrists. "You really think I did that?! You think I went and slept with the two guys who have been harassing me since the day I got here?" I'm screaming at him now, he's still kneeled on the floor holding his bloody nose. "I'm not like your mother Jerome. I would never do something like that," tears start forming in my eyes. "They raped me J..." I look down. "Every time. I was raped every single fucking time.." I look back up to see him standing, staring at me. He starts making his way towards me. I see him raise his arms, I flinch. But I'm slowly pulled into him embrace. His body feels warm against mine, something about it calms me down almost immediately, and the tears begin to stop. Part of me wanted to kill him for touching me, but the other part doesn't care, I felt safe in his arms even after everything. He cups my face gently with his hands, making me look him in the eyes. His eyes seem to be back to normal, that beautiful shade of blue. He wipes s tear from my cheek, "Don't cry. Shhhhh.." he coos. He lifts me up and lays me back onto my bed. He joins me, immediately snaking his arms around me, pulling me close. I curl into his chest, he smells sweet like vanilla. I close my eyes taking it all in. I feel Jerome lean away, I look up to see him looking right back at me. The look in his eyes, the expression on his face, he looks so different from the crazy, murderous circus kid. He looks different from them all. He leans in slowly, planting a soft kiss against my forehead. He pulls back, just to lean back in to firmly place his lips on mine. It was genuine, full of lust.
I kissed back, bringing my hands up to cup his face. He pulls me closer, breaking the kiss, "They'll be sorry." He kisses me again, "Because like I said, you're mine."
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(A week later)
Since the incident with greenwood and Richard, Jerome hasn't left my side. Whenever someone even looks at me he gives me a dirty look, and growls at the person. I don't mind really, and neither do the voices. In fact, I don't pay much attention to them as much when he's around.
Jerome and I are sitting at the end of the same table as the rest of the inmates. I insisted we sat at a separate table, but he likes to make the others jealous. He rests his chin on the top of my head, while I sit curled up in his lap. I trace small circles on his chest as he plays with my hair. I look at the clock, it was almost time to go back to our cells. "Are ya going to sneak in my cell again tonight J?" So far every night this week he would figure out a way to stay in my cell, most guards knew but didn't say anything. "Of course, baby." I hear him whisper. He kisses my head, continuing to leave a trail all the way to my lips. He tilts my chin up with his finger, deepening the kiss. I hear the whispers coming from everyone else in the room, knowing it'll only encourage Jerome to carry on the show. The kiss becomes rough, just as a guard rings the bell to warn us it's time to go. I lean back, "See ya in a few," I kiss his cheek before skipping away.

I look back to see him watching my every move, as if in a trance.

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THIS UPDATE WAS SO LATE IM SO SORRY. I had such a hard time writing this chapter and the one before. I apologize. Hopefully the next few updates will come much quicker.
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