Jerome Valeska || OS/SS/I

11. Fūck, Fūck, Shītting Fūck

Unedited AF, but I wanted to post tonight ❤️

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Fūck.

Fūck, fūck, shītting fūck!

This was not happening.

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"_ _, get your backside down here, now!" A loud roar bellowed from below as you were called for breakfast.

Stuffing everything in your oversized black bag, you raced down the stairs, hopping your way into your beat up Vans™ at the bottom.

Making your way into the dining room you realised you had stayed in your room a lot longer than you'd thought. Everyone else had just about finished eating and were heading about their business.

"Good morning, my dear. Late night, was it?"

A cocked eyebrow accompanied the sly remark made from behind the Financial Times as you plopped into your seat. The man only retired to his coffin for about an hour at a time and couldn't understand those who actually liked sleep. Wānker.

"Mornin' Uncle T."

Ignoring him on the whole, you waited whilst some supposedly hired help Theo had procured poured coffee in your mug and scurried back to the kitchen to whip up your daily eggs and bacon.

Jerome sat to the right of you, shovelling eggs in his face as he probably had been for the past hour. He barely spared you a glance whilst there was food on the table.

"I need you two out recruiting again today, _ _. You think you can handle this clown all day?" Theo signalled towards the usually handsome man with egg yolk dripping down his chin.

"Uh, actually Uncle T, I'm not feeling great. Can we rain-check til tomorrow?"

You averted your eyes from his all-knowing ones as you took a sip of strong black coffee.

Bile immediately began to rise in your throat at the first taste. Quickly gulping, you swallowed it back down as Theo peered over at you.

"You do look very pale, _ _. Perhaps a day in bed is what the doctor ordered." He nodded thoughtfully.

He was a caring man in his own way. Theo had taken you in when your parents had had enough of you and kicked you out. Theo had 'taken care' of them and you honestly couldn't have given less of a fūck. They never wanted you anyway.

One of the maids brought over a tray laden with crispy bacon and fried eggs with runny yolks and laid it in front of you. The food looked amazing, but the instant the scent of fried food touched your nose you were heaving like you'd just downed a tray of Sambuca shots.

Bolting from the room, you stumbled on your way to the nearest bathroom. Had this have been a cartoon, Theo and Jerome would now be staring at a _ _-shaped hole in the wall.

Retching and heaving noises were all that met Jerome's ears as he waited outside the bathroom. He certainly wasn't about to ask to come in. He wasn't that clueless.

"Jerome?" A voice drawled from the end of the corridor. "Make sure _ _ goes straight back to bed. Look after her and bring her anything she needs. No one else sees her."

With a quick turn on his heels, Theo made his way towards his office, leaving Jerome to wait and then hide you. Yes, hide. If there was one thing did not like, it was sickness. Sickness was taken as a weakness and the Galavan's were anything but weak. Hence, no one would even hear a sniff of your current predicament if he could help it.