Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jerome Valeska - Saviour

Trigger Warning : Abuse

A/N - I've now finished all my exams and college work so I'm back. Took a longer break than expected so I made this story a bit longer. I know a lot of people want another part to Harley Quinn however I don't want to make another part if I don't have the right idea of where to take it so I'm not going to rush it and risk ruining it. I'm open for requests.

"Come on, babe, it will be fun!" Wade, my boyfriend of three years pleaded, a hint of demanding coating his tone, almost like he wanted to sound innocent yet warning I did not have a choice either way. I had to go. He often got like this, demanding, he didn't like it when I didn't agree with him. It often scared me how controlling he got, but I just had to remind myself that it was because he loved me and was possessive. It was normal. Is it normal?

"I don't-" I began softly,my timid voice abruptly getting cut off as he grabbed my arm in a vice like grip, clamping down hard emitting a squeak of pain from me.

"We're going. That's final. My friends are going, you don't want me to lose my friends do you?" He spoke in a mocking voice, his grip on my arm gradually tightening until I cried out, trying desperately to rip my arm from his bruising grasp.

"P-Please. You're hurting me." Begging for mercy, I continued to try and wrestle my arm free, wincing in pain as my eyes watered.

"Get ready. We leave in five minutes." Feeling his grip on my arm release, I let out a brief sigh of relief before I felt him shove me away hard, causing me to stumble and trip like a new born deer.

Frantically nodding my head, eager to please him and get in his good graces, I race out the room and to our shared room. The room, decrypted and moldy, left something to be desired. The flat we shared was barely liveable, we couldn't afford a acceptable apartment, he refused to let me work saying I had to stay at home. The bed, the cause of many painful back aches, had springs sticking out and would creak pitifully with every move.The curtains no longer existed, the moths haven eaten what was left of the ratty material, however there was nothing but a brick wall out side of the window anyway so there was no point for curtains to begin with. Grabbing my arm gently, running my hand down the growing hand mark bruise, I whimpered at the sudden pain of it. He has never hurt me before, he would only ever yell. Why did he hurt me? I thought he loved me.

Picking a long sleeved top from my tiny wardrobe, I shoved it on, effectively hiding my bruise from unwanted eyes.Throwing on some skinny jeans and my old converse, I made sure I looked presentable. I looked a mess.

"Y/N! Hurry up, we're leaving. So help me if you aren't ready..."He trailed off as he entered the room, his dark eyes scanning my form disapprovingly, his threat lingering in the air between us as the hairs at the back of my neck stood up at the thought of him threating me, my stomach twisting in knots.

"You're wearing that?! No. Change into..."He marched over to me, rummaging through my miniscule amount of clothes before he grinned lustfully, pulling out a top that showed way too much cleavage, "This."

"That's...I-"I stuttered, trying to find the right words to get out of this situation whilst keeping my modesty, only to once again be cut off by him. Frustrated, he gripped my chin harshly, squeezing so tight a small tear fell from my eye and dripped onto his hand as I whimpered once again.

"Put it on." He dumped the top in my hands, letting go and walking out the room, slamming the door harshly behind him.

Reluctantly slipping into the revealing clothing, I hastily wiped my eyes to get rid of my salty tears, overwhelming emotions bombarding into me. He loved me, he had too. I had been with him for so long, so many years and so many moments. He was my first ever boyfriend. We met in University, he was sweet and charming and he cared for me,then slowly he changed. The change was so tiny it was unnoticeable for years, until he started to get demanding.