Bloodshed: A Valeska twins story

Things are Different

*1 month later*

Isabelle's POV~

I continue to flip through all of the channels on the tv trying to entertain myself and especially distract myself.  I hear Jeremiah come into the room but I don't spare him a glance.

"Would you like me to bring you a sandwich?" Jeremiah has been being super supportive of my condition and how I am feeling right now. He has been so sweet and caring. He always has been. So much different from...Jerome.

"I'm not hungry. Thank you though, Miah," I say finally looking him in the eyes and giving him a forced small smile. Jeremiah closes his eyes and sighs. 

"Darling, I can't say I know exactly what you're going through. You were kidnapped by your best friend," Jeremiah says as he opens his eyes exposing his beautiful green eyes. He starts walking over to me while I turn the tv off.  "But you need to eat more than you have been. You can't live like this. You are getting skinnier and it isn't healthy." Once he sits next to me on my bed I see tears starting to fill his eyes. I put a hand on his cheek.

"Miah," I start to say but am cut off by him.

"No, I can't let you live like this. I need you in my life, Isabelle. I was without you for so long that I can't do it again. I lo-," He stops as he realizes what he was about to say. I grab his face between both my hands and make him look me in the eyes.

"Miah, you will never lose me again. I promise," I say as wipe his tears away. I grab his hands and stand up making him stand as well. "Come on, let's go see what we can find to eat." I pull him out of my room and towards the kitchen. The whole time he just lets me pull him by his hand.

Once we arrive I make him sit at a barstool at the island. I kiss his cheek before walking to the fridge. I survey the contents of the fridge before I make a decision and start to grab the things to make grilled cheese sandwiches. I get everything out and start to make one while whistling to myself. "Darling," I hear Miah say making me look over to him. "I know things will never be the same as they once were. But, will you be okay?" This causes me to look away from him.

I inhale deeply, not knowing what to say. I think and think and think. I know what to say as I finish his grilled cheese. I place it on a plate before walking towards him. I set it down in front of him before I look into his eyes that are already on mine. I give him a genuine smile as I grab his face between my hands once more.

"Miah, I know things are different. But, I know one thing. With you, everything will be okay. You make me feel what I have always wanted to feel." This causes confusion to cross his face and eyes. I smile, "Loved." With that last comment, Miah gasps before I place my lips on his and kiss him lightly. Before he can respond, I pull away and walk towards the stove once more to make myself a grilled cheese.

Jeremiah doesn't say a word while I make my grilled cheese. But when I walk over to the island to sit next to him his arm shoots out and wraps around my waist. He pulls me gently onto his lap. This makes me laugh slightly. His hand cups my chin and turns me to face him. "I'm glad I found you again. Although, I hate what Jerome did and I will never forgive him but if he hadn't done any of that I never would have seen you again," I nodded in response as he spoke. Knowing that it was true, I never would have seen him again. Our circus schedule changed in some cities from when we were children and I know that Miah wouldn't have wanted to see Jerome again.

"While you were gone, I got no work done. I wasn't worried about any of my work. I wasn't worried about getting fired or anything of that nature. When you were taken I was not able to mentally function. All I could think about was you, what he was doing to you, how you felt, and how I didn't and couldn't protect you." Jeremiah looks away from my eyes when he says this but I turn his head so his eyes meet mine.

"You protected me as best as you possibly could. You can't keep beating yourself up about something that you never could have predicted happening. I'm here now. I'm safe now. We haven't seen Jerome since he kidnapped me. I think he won't be hurting you or me anytime soon." After that, he smiled and pulled me so our lips could meet. 

I never could be mad at Jeremiah. But I also could never be mad at Jerome. I should say I can never stay mad at Jerome. They both have a huge piece of me. Even though I don't remember entirely what happened I know that he knew what he was doing was wrong. I hope I don't see him again. I don't want him to ruin Jeremiah or me more than he already has.