One Shots *Closed*

Kaylee and Jerome (JeromeASF)

Dedicated to @kables

TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE

*Kaylee's POV*

"I can't take this anymore, Jared!" I yell and start walking towards the door. I put my hand on the doorknob when Jared grabs my arm and pulls me back.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Get off of me!" I scream trying to pull away.

"But baby," he says caressing my cheek--a gesture that should be sweet, but it makes me shutter.

I smack his hand away from my face. Huge mistake. The next thing I know, I am on the floor, my cheek stinging.

"That's what happens when you misbehave," he says pulling me to my feet. He forces me to look at him by grabbing my cheeks. "We could have a good time."

The hand not holding onto my face moves to the small of my back, pushing me closer to him. He presses his lips to mine roughly, while I try to pull away. I push on his chest, but get nowhere.

He lets go of me and I stumble back a step. "Just stop," I whisper, wanting more than anything to get away from him.

"What was that?"

"I said stop," I reply louder.

"Babe, that's the problem. I don't want to. I want more."

I take another step back, but he rushes towards me and grabs my hands. I pull one away and slap him hard across his face. He takes a step back with a look of pure anger.

He puts one hand around my neck and pushes me up against the wall. I try and get his hand off of me, but he only tightens it.

"Don't you ever try that again!" he screams in my face.

I don't listen to him. Instead, I raise my leg and knee him in the balls. His hand drops as he doubles over, stumbling away from me. I notice then the gun in the back of his pants and freak out.

I push past him and run towards the back door. His hand grabs my shoulder and spins me around, making me topple over. I hit my head on the counter in the kitchen, and fall to the ground, barely conscious.

One of Jared's feet come in contact with my side, making me roll over with a groan. I can feel blood dripping down my face from where I hit my head.

He keeps kicking, hitting my ribs and stomach. The last kick, as far as I know, hits my head, knocking me out cold. The last thing I saw was the neon green light on the microwave saying it was 3:37.

When I wake up, I am on a couch. I sit up suddenly, but pain rushes to my head. I stand up quickly and look around. There is no sign of Jared.

I walk to the front door and open it slowly, trying not to make noise. "How's the head?" Jared asks, making me jump. I don't look at him, but take a step out the door onto the porch, about to make a run for it.

Jared's hand stops me and spins me around. His hand touches the cut, and runs his fingers over it roughly, making fresh blood come out. I wince and shove him back hard enough so that he falls off the porch. Too bad it's not high enough to do any real damage.

I run down the drive way to the sidewalk and start running down it. I hear him scream, "You better stop Kaylee!" but I don't listen.

As I turn the corner, I hear a gunshot, which makes me go faster. I pat my pocket, but realize I don't have my phone anymore.

I keep running, not even paying attention to where I am going. I don't even know if Jared is following me.

In about ten minutes, I have slowed to a jog, feeling light headed. I stop and put my hands on my knees, about to fall over. When I look back up, I realize my feet carried me to my best friend's house. 

I walk to the front door and knock three times, feeling more and more light headed by the second. When he opens the door, I let out a weak, "Hi Jerome."

"Oh my god! Kaylee what happened to you?"

I say one word before I back out and fall over. "Jared."

When I wake up, my head is resting on Jerome's lap. His chest is bare, but that is probably because he is holding his shirt to the wound on my head.

"Jerome," I whisper, making his eyes snap down to me.

"Shh, help is coming."

"T-Thank you," I mumble, my eyes willing to close again, but I force them open.

"Did Jared do this to you?"

I nod my head stiffly, but groan as a sharp pain races through my head. Jerome lightly holds my head still and whispers, "Stay still."

A few seconds later, he says, "I told you he was no good for you. Was he doing this then too?"

I didn't want to admit it, but Jerome needed to know. "Yeah," I whisper instead of nodding again.

"Kaylee, you deserve someone better."

"I know the perfect person," I mumble, closing my eyes. Jerome messes with my hair, which doesn't help me stay awake.

Then he asks, "Who?"

I take a deep breath and force my eyes open once again. "You."

By now, I could hear the sirens of what I assume is an ambulance.

Jerome's eyes move down  to meet mine. "Why me?" he asks, a frown forming on his face out of confusion.

"Because you've always treated me right."

The sirens are outside the house now, but that doesn't seem to matter to either of us. Jerome leans over me and presses his lips to mine.

When he pulls away, I mumble, "Perfect," and then let the blackness overcome me.

A/N

Okay so I hope this was good. It was a bit long...oh well! The more you give me to work with, the longer it will most likely be!

BYE!!!!

*I will continue to do this get used to it*

this made me feel stuff i didn't want to feel but aw

-lorelei