Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)

Chapter Fourteen - Forget And Forget

I sighed as we arrived back at my brothers' home. My eyes felt drained from the loss of tears I had, "I can't believe you brought me back here," I muttered, turning away from Victor and looking out the window as the car came to a halt, "I thought we had something..."

I'd decided to ignore any reply Victor had for me as he'd hurt me so much in the little time we knew each other. However, to my surprise, he remained silent...

He got out the car and swiftly moved round to open the door for me, an unreadable emotion across his face. Was he sad? Was he mad? I couldn't tell. One thing for sure, though; I would never forgive him.

I kept my head down as we walked inside - Victor gripping onto my arm to make sure I didn't attempt to run.

"Well if it isn't the coward," A male voice murmured - Jeremiah - as I looked up to see him waiting in his living room chair sat beside the fire with his right hand woman, Ecco, standing beside him, "You came back!" He cheered, a wide smile on his face as he took a sip from his alcoholic glass.

The atmosphere felt tense and eerie, sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps crawling up my arms as I stood before him.

"How was the streets?" He grinned, admiring the glass in his hand before setting it down on the coffee table.

I remained silent, his attention fully on me, expecting an answer.

"Sir," Victor pitched up, fortunately, stepping closer, "Is there anything more you want me to do before I go?"

Jeremiah's grin turned into grimace as he switched his gaze to Victor, "No, that'll be all. Now go."

Pausing, Victor furrowed his browbone where his non-existent brows lay, "Okay... But, before I go... What are you going to do with her?"

I gulped, trying my best to remain calm as Jeremiah rose from his seat. I thought Victor was smart, I thought he knew better than to question or talk back to Jeremiah.

"What's it to you?" Jeremiah retorted, moving closer towards Victor, his expression stern and voice dark.

"Oh, she's nothing to me." Victor was quick to reply, to my dismay, before continuing, "I just wondered if you wanted me to take her out, that's all. You know, a quick bang to the head." He said, gesturing his hand in a gun position towards the back of my skull.

This seemed to work on Jeremiah, as he fell back, his attention moving to me. 

My heartbeat sped up as he leaned in, his breath warm against my neck, as he whispered, "I was going to have Ecco here carve out your heart."

My lip trembled with him being this close to me, and it didn't help much that my eyes were now full with tears at the sound of those words...

"But I've changed my mind." He carried on, returning to his chair beside the dirty blonde, "Ecco helped me realise an even better solution to our little problem."

I stood steadily, my eyes darting between the two of them as I waited to hear Jeremiah's proposal.

"I'm giving you a second chance, sister." He spoke loudly, glaring up at me, "Forget about that neussance brother of ours; Jerome, and join me on the winners side. Stay loyal to me, and only me, and I'll make it so you don't get your head blown off." He grinned.

I could feel Victor's eyes burning into me as I stood there in dispair and shock - I couldn't believe he was actually asking this of me.

Knowing I didn't have much time to think over my options, and knowing that I really had no other option, I reluctantly agreed.

"Great!" Jeremiah cackled, jumping from his seat, "That really is just great," he said, a wide grin spreading from ear to ear upon his face as he took a piece of paper from Ecco, and holding it up, he said, "We can start with this." As he threw the paper onto the fire.

"No!" I cried, attempting to run towards the flames, but only to find myself being held back by Victor.

See, this paper wasn't just any piece of paper... It was a picture. It was the only picture I had left of my brother, Jerome, and it was the only thing that kept me going all those weeks in Arkham.

That's where he must've got it from. Or, Oswald Cobblepot had snatched it the day he broke me out.

I whailed with tears streaming down my face as I resisted Victor's grip, "I hate you, and I'll never be loyal to you!" I cried, screaming at Jeremiah as he strolled towards me.

"That's a pitty." He grumbled before making a swift gesture.

The last thing I could remember before blacking out was Jeremiah's pale fist coming towards me.