Mad Love. (A Jerome Valeska fanfiction)

Chapter 5

I get back to my cell to find a little stuffed bear sitting in the center of my bed. Attached to its leg was a note that read,

" I see the darkness in your beauty, and it drives me mad for you. And only you. We will be the king and queen of everything, my dear. See you tonight. Xx mr j."

A smile immediately stretched across my face. "King and queen, eh?" I say aloud, "I like the sound of that." I leap onto the bed, clutching the bear close to my chest. It smells just like him, so sweet, my heart skips a beat.
"Lights out!" I hear from the hall. The lights in my room dim, as I breathe in the scent of Jerome. It's amazing how quickly things can change. Just last week I was having panic attacks, seeing shadows, being attacked, the list goes on. Everything seems wonderful now, because of Jerome. He makes me feel safe, he makes me feel loved. Just the thought of him makes me so content my eyes slowly close shut.

All I dreamt was darkness. I felt cold and anxious, like the feeling when I see shadows, but all I saw was nothing. Just emptiness. Then, as if a light at the end of a tunnel, I saw him. He was so far away, I couldn't fully see him clearly, but I'd recognize that fiery red hair anywhere. He seemed to be calling out to me. I try to run towards him, but it's as if I'm moving in slow motion. I see him reach his hand out to me when suddenly -

BANG.

I jolt straight up, looking around my room in panic.

BANG

"Gunshots?" I question out loud. Suddenly, a small tin can flys through the small window in the door, and smokes begins to pour out. I jump out of bed, only to collapse to the floor from the fumes. In and out of consciousness, I hear the door bust open, and footsteps. I force my eyes open as much as I can and see Jerome crouching down to me. "Shhh baby, it's okay," he coos, "They're all going to be sorry. They'll worship the ground we walk on." He picks me up, and kisses my forehead.
Then everything goes black.

I remember the sound of gun shots, and the sound of yelling. Lots of yelling.
Next thing I know I'm slowly waking up in the back seat of a large van in Jerome's arms. He's sleeping, curled around me. He looks so innocent. His eyes fluttering softly from his dreams. His breathing feels so calm, you would never guess he's s psychopath.
The van suddenly hits a pot hole, causing me to bounce uncontrollably in Jerome's lap. He groans, adjusting himself while pulling me closer. His eyes squint open the tinniest bit, but flutter open open quickly once he noticed I'm awake. He smiles, that wonderful Cheshire smile I love so much, "Good morning sunshine- er- well night ?" I look out the window and see a darkness with flashes of dim street lights. I look back at Jerome to see him staring back, admiring me. "As much as I love being out of that god awful asylum, where the hell are we?" I giggle. He lets out a deep chuckle. "Like I told you earlier doll face, we're going to be king and queen, I've made friends and called in a few favors. Now we're heading to our own little getaway." I notice the van is full of hoodlum-looking men. All wearing black, all best to crap, and all hold a massive gun/weapon of some type. I see the driver eyeing me in the rear view mirror. Jerome must've noticed a well, because he immediately grabs my chin to kiss me hard. I hear a couple of the men groan, someone muttered, "get a room." Jerome bit my lip and leaned back saying, "Oh, we'll get one all right." I feel my cheeks turn bright red. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I'm usually so repulsed by anything romantic, and anything with physical contact and what not. But I cannot get enough of this boy. Every time he kisses me it feels as if my insides turn to molten lava.

Few hours later

It seems like we've been driving forever. Sure the asylum was quite a drive away from civilization, but it seems so much longer that before. Jerome had fallen back asleep and has been snoring while curled into my neck. We've been driving through a forest for about two hours or so. I watched the city lights and fade into trees. Where ever this getaway was, it was definitely far away from everything and everyone. I still have no idea who any of the men in the van are. Although they seem to obey every command that come out of Jerome's mouth. But I still have an uneasy feeling about them. The driver keeps peeking at me through the mirror, and I've caught a few others glancing at me. If it weren't for Jerome, these guys would be dead. I don't understand what it is about this kid, he some how makes me feel safe. As if nothing can hurt me. I've even noticed I don't see shadows when he's around. He makes me feel happy for once in my life.

I'm pulled away a from my thoughts when we make a quick right turn. The road becomes incredibly bumpy, causing Jerome to wake in a panic. He looks around, most likely still asleep. He squeezes me closer to his body for comfort I assume. He calmed down as I laughed at him. He leaned his head against mine and let out a sleepy raspy chuckle. The van slowly came to a stop. I looked out the front window to see a cute little cabin in the headlights. "We're here love," Jerome says with a smile.

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Im back bitches.
And there's more to come.