𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 || jerome valeska

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈.

Barbra would soon be showed off to thousands of people. The head man, the man in charge of the whole freak show, is giving announcements. She peers out from behind the curtain, but then she felt a soft tap hit her shoulder.
"Oh. Hey, J," the blondie says happily.
"Hey. There's been one question that's been on my mind since I met you. ...What's your name? You never gave it to me," he replies sweety.
"Just call me Lincoln. I like when people call me by my last name."
"Well okay, Lincoln. Are you excited for the show?"
"Why yes. Yes I am. I mean look at this dazzling outfit you picked out for me to wear!"
"Dazzling? Well that's one way to put it." He dazes off by looking out from behind the curtain.
It is, isn't it?" She says speaking a rhetorical question.

The man in the middle of the ring called out for Barbra and the rest to enter the circle. Barbra, before the show had started, was given quick instructions on what to do. She payed closed attention though she was still a tad confused, but she knew what she would be doing. Her act was quite funny. She'd run out with and do a handstand, then one of the clowns would grab her feet—while they were still in the air—and push them around. Barbra would then stand up right and fakely smack the clown across his white painted face.

She thought of another strategy, still sticking to the original, but after her pushing around she would sit at the clowns feet and pout like a child. Jerome found this hysterical with a capital 'H' as he put it. A couple rounds later, she and the rest were sent back.
Jerome found his way over to her. "That was hysterical, the whole crowd was laughing at you! The good kind of laughing," the boy smiles softly. "I was wondering... would you wanna hang out in my trailer just to get a better know of each other?"
Barbra laughs, "Sure. Just let me go get changed and afterward I'll come to find you."
"Wonderful!" The boy shouts with a wide grin.

Barbra laughs watching as the ginger walks away. She herself walks out to where the trailers are all circled up and returns to the one where she left her clothes. Marching through the steal door, she immediately saw her clothes set on a chair. She soon then returned them to her body.

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Barbra knocks on Jerome's trailer door right before she glances down at her watch, 2:34 p.m. The door opens and she sees the ginger's pale face light up. With a smile, Barbra waves lightly before being let in.
"Sorry it's cramped. My mom likes to drink and leave a mess everywhere," he whispers.
"Why are you whispering?" Barbra wonders.
He shrugs, "I don't want to wake her up. She's been passed out ever since the last time she yelled at me." Drinking, yelling? Barbra thought.
"Does your mother have some sort of condition where she can't cope?" Barbra wonders.
"More like she can't cope with me." He says taking her jacket from her shoulders to hang it up.

"Feel free to take a seat. Would you like anything to drink?" Jerome asks with an anxious smile.
The blonde smiles and says, "No thank you."
"Jerome, is that you," his mother calls from the other room. Jerome shot Barb a look of panic and threw himself next to her on the couch. His mother walks out wearing a bizarre looking outfit. "Where have you been boy," she turned toward the sink full of dishes. "I thought I told you to do the dishes?"
"Y-You never told me to do anything except feed the snake." He defends in a light stutter.
"Stand up." She demands.

Jerome balanced himself on both feet. By his body language, Barbra could tell he was uneasy.
"Look at me boy. Who's this?" His mother asks.
"T-That's my f-friend Ms. Lincoln." He responds trying to keep himself from looking away. The hag slaps the pale ginger across the face with no hesitation. Barbra gasps and shoots up in surprise by what the woman had done.
"Don't touch him again, Ms. Valeska," Barbra blurts out.
"And if I do, what will you do? Hit me too?" His mother growls.
"If that's what it takes to get you to stop."

His mother didn't stop and instead decides to grab a handful of the ginger's locks.
Barbra glares that the lady, "I told you to stop!" Barbra hisses in a low grumble.
"Lincoln, what are you doing? You don't know what she's capable of," Jerome warns taking the girl aside once freed of his mothers harmful grasp."You need to leave. Now."
"What? No. I'm not leaving you, J-" she says fear lacing her words.
"I told you to leave," he shouts, voice fully raised. "I'll take care of this."
"What will you do," Barbra wonders.
"Lincoln, there's just some things I can't tell you."
"Then tell me... just one."
"I'm fucking insane," he whispers. "I'll never be sane like you. Now leave before something happens to you."

The boy shoves her outside of the caravan and in doing so, he went back inside with a hatchet in hand. He held it tight like he wouldn't be letting it go. Barbra didn't leave. She stood waiting for him to come back out with no damage done to him. The next thing the blonde hears is a scream of bloody murder. She knows what he has done. She didn't accept it now, but she would soon enough. He had to do it, Barbra thought as she fell back on the ground, petrified.

Her breath hitches at the back of her throat. She could hardly breath. She got back on her feet and ran as far and as fast as she could away from the homicidal maniac.

"Jerome Valeska. Eighteen years old. Matricide."

Jerome's POV
I walk out of the place I used to call home. I eyed the area, there was no sign of the blonde. I snap out of looking for her and look down at my sleeves and smile. Smile wider than I have ever in my life. A grin of insanity, a beam depicting how free I felt now that she's gone. I began to laugh, not a laugh of simple happiness, but a laugh of pure madness. The feeling rushed through my veins and I knew from this point on it wouldn't be going away.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!
i hope you all have a good day/night!