Why-A Merome Story

Chapter 17

Hey guys. Here this is.. Its going to have a slightly different format from normal because I'm writing this on my laptop instead of my phone. I'm sorry in advance if my spelling is crappy :)

Jerome's P.O.V.

I sat on the edge of the street corner, ((Jerome! Prostitution is illegal! jk, jk.)) staring at the lights of the police cars. MItch was across the street, talking to an officer. I pulled the scratchy blanket tighter around my shoulders. I guess I'm still a little shocked because of what just happened thirty minutes ago in my house. I had to watch one of the few people who actually cared for me in a time of need die.

A tall officer with a bald scalp sat down next to me. "You okay?" he asked patting me on the shoulder. "I heard from MItchell that they had you locked up for a bit." The officer motioned to where MItch was standing, still talking to the officer. "I'm fine." I mumbled reaching down and messing with my shoelace. The officer made me lift my head up my lifting my chin up with his cold hand. "You're not okay, Mr. Aceti. No one would be 'okay' if they were imprisoned for a few days, not knowing what is going on with he ones they love. For all you know, they could have been dead, or moved on and forgotten you."

He's right.... Anything could've happened to someone like Mitch while I was in there. He could've forgotten me, or thought that I was actually dead. He could've tried something really stupid.

"I'm not okay" I told him quietly."I'm scared to death now. What if something like this happens again and it doesn't have this good of a result?" I felt his hand pat me on the back. "It's all okay now, Aceti. Don't worry about the future, just worry about what you have now."

And with that, the officer got up and left.

Mitch's P.O.V

Jerome was scared, I could tell. Who can actually blame him though? He just witnessed a friend being shot by the man who kept him captive for almost a week. He also watched as Luke was thrown, screaming, into the back of a police car.

I'm not sure what Jerome is thinking right now, but he looks like a broken toy. He is visibly shaking and he is clutching to that blanket like his life depends on it. It doesn't help that he is sitting alone on the corner of the road at 9:00 at night. I wish there was something I could do to help him....

"Go over there, dip stick." A girl's voice said behind me. I turned to see Harper standing there, staring at me with her arms crossed. "Hey." She smiled and pulled me into a hug. "WHy are you here in New Jersey?" I asked her, returning the hug.

Harper went on to explain how she has family that lives near by and she noticed the police cars and got curious. So here she is, standing in front of me.

"Now go see him. He needs you more than ever. Go get him before I have to take him from you." Harper said with a slight laugh. She's lucky I know she's kidding or else she'd be dead to be.

Jerome gave me a slight smile as I offered my hand out to him to help him up. He took my hand and I pulled him to his feet. "Thanks" he mumbled. I made eye contact with him. He gazed into my eyes and he looked sad. It was like they were not even his eyes.Then, Jerome leaned in a kissed me.

A/N

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