Why-A Merome Story

Chapter 10

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Jerome's P.O.V.

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When I wake up, I feel dizzy and my vision is blurred. From what I can see, I'm in a cellar. It cold and I can hear a constant drip from a leaky faucet.

"He's awake." Someone whispers from a corner. I hear the sound of a swivel chair and then footsteps come towards me. I blink until I can see the outline of someone standing to my right, and someone is standing to my left.

"What are you going to do to him?" the same voice asks again. Their voice is faint, as if they are sad. The second person lets out a stiff laugh and kneads next to me.

"You're going to regret everything." They whisper. I open my mouth to ask what they mean, but the person slaps me across the face. I wince and the first voice yanks the second back by the shoulders.

"Don't do that!" they protest. "You said you wouldn't hurt anyone, Luke!" he yells then puts his hand over his mouth.

I should've know it was Luke. I tried to get out of the cold, metal chair by I was tied in. "I'm going to kill you." I say harshly. I try to get my hands lose, but there's no hope. I hang my head low and give up.

Luke laughs again. Man, I really hate this guy. "Just wait." He says. "Mitch doesn't know where you are. I can tell him anything. For all he knows, you're dead and your body has been dumped and left to rot." I can feel his grin. I moan.

I suddenly recognize the second voice as Loui. "Lou," I croak. "Please help me." Loui moves backwards and shakes his head. "I'm so sorry..." he says before opening a door and walking out.

I true to face Luke. "Where's Mitch?" I ask, spitting in his face. "You don't touch him, or you're dead."

Luke laughed, again, and walked out of the room. Just before he left, "I won't do anything to Mitch. You should be worried about yourself."

What.

The.

Heck.

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Mitch's P.O.V.

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I grab my phone again. I try calling 911, but they say they can't do anything about it. I'm a sobbing mess when Jerome's doorbell goes off.

I quickly pull myself together and open the door. Luke stands there, he seems to be crying....

"I'm so sorry, Mitch..." he says. I pull him into a quick hug. "What happened?" I ask on the edge of tears. I invite Luke in and we sit down at the dining room table.

"He's gone..." he says. "His body was found a few minutes ago, there was a lot of blood.... but you could still tell it was him." Luke sobs more.

"What do you mean?" I ask, feeling hit tears roll down my cheeks. Luke looks up at me with teary eyes. "Jerome is dead." Luke whispers.

I can believe it. I get up and run outside. I fall down onto the lawn, not caring that it is starting to rain. I lose it. I scream and pull at my hair. I cry until I feel strong arms wrap around me. I thought it was Jerome at first, but then Luke was telling me to calm down.

Jerome is dead, and so is my soul.

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Luke's P.O.V.

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I take Mitch back inside and put him in Jerome's bed. I sit in a chair next to the bed until his sobs turn into snores.

I smile when I realize that Mitch actually bought it. He actually believes that Jerome is dead. He's vulnerable. And now, he will be mine.

My phone buzzes and its a text from Loui. It says that Jerome won't stop yelling. I roll my eyes and write Mitch a note telling him that I went to grab a my bag from my Aunts house so I can stay for a while. I kiss his forehead before walking out of the door.

-A random cellar-

"Mitch!" Jerome yells for the hundredth time. Loui has his hands over his ears, trying to shut his yells out. I'm just eyeing a baseball bat in the corner, wondering if it would shut him up.

"Let me go!" Jerome yells. I look over at Loui and he is squeezing his eyes shut. I walk over to Jerome and stand in front of him.

"Shut up. Yelling won't do anything. You're driving poor Lou insane and no one will be able to hear your shouts. Just give up." I say to him. He goes quiet and all you can hear is him sniffling.

"Lou, come help me move him into the cell." I yell to him and he walks in and unties Jerome's hands and legs. Jerome doesn't try to fight. Maybe he's finally given up.

We toss him into the cell, which is a corner of the room with fencing around it that acts as a gate, and he slides down the wall and puts his head into his hands. "Mitch..." he whispers.

That's right Jerome. Suffer.

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-hides in corner.- please don't riot. This is short. but I don't want to have too much happen in one chapter, okay? I will try to have the next part up soon. (Probably not knowing me.)

-Hstyler