Bullied, Scarred, and Hated (A TeamCrafted and JeromeASF fanfiction)

Chapter 10

Parker's POV

"Parker."

"Parker."

"Parker, wake up!"

I opened my eyes to see Jerome staring at me. Then I notice he's shirtless.

Oh god. Why did he have to have such amazing abs? I tried to keep from staring but the smirk on Jerome's face told me her knew I was staring.

"Like what you see babe?"

Between him calling me babe and him being shirtless, I was having a hormone overload. I covered my face as I felt myself start to blush.

I felt movement and the next thing I knew Jerome was straddling me and trying to pry my hands off my face. Finally I give up and let my hands fall to my sides.

He presses his lips against mine for a split second before he somehow manages to pick me up from under him and slide me onto his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. Normally I would have loved this but I was uncomfortable due to my pants starting to ride up on my legs. Not far enough to show any bruises or cuts but close. I'm not ready for him or anyone to see them or know about them.

It doesn't take long before Jerome's face expression changes to concern.

"What's wrong babe?" Jerome asks.

"Nothing. I'm fine," I say a little to quickly.

Jerome leans back a little taking in my facial expression.

"Parker, I know something's wrong,"

"Can we please just drop it? I really don't want to talk about it," I respond.

He looks a bit hurt but he respects my feelings and says a quiet, "Okay," but apparently he's more hurt then I thought.

"Parker, I should probably head to bed. It's getting late." Jerome says sliding me off him and getting up

"Jerome, please don't leave."

"Get some sleep Parker," he barks and with that he's gone.

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This, this was why I never have had a boyfriend. I mess things up.

I had been crying on and off for about an hour now. I had my blade in my hand and started to press it against my arm. The pain made me forget what was going on. I felt alive. I didn't feel like the depressed, ugly girl who has a messed up family and messed up relationship due to her own selfishness. Then it all came back.

Flashbacks. My mother, my dad beating me, Mitch and his friends, Jerome standing away from the group and watching me be insulted and beaten, and the man. It hasn't really dawned on me that I was nearly raped.

Then to top it all off, I felt a panic attack starting. I needed someone. I wanted Jerome but I couldn't. He wouldn't come. No one cares about me. I'm alone.

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Finally the attack subsided leaving me a mess. I was breath hard still. I was covered in sweat and blood was still coming from my wrist from the few cuts I made.

I stood up headed to the bathroom but I got lost. I was never told where the bathroom was. I somehow managed to find myself at Jerome's door. With a sudden surge of confidence, I opened the door to see Jerome laying on his back on the bed staring at the ceiling.

He looked up at me with surprise but it turned to slight angry. I didn't think it was that big a deal that I didn't want to talk about it but apparently it was.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"I.. I want to show you something."

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So how are you today? Good I hope. I had started to write this chapter and then I almost completely rewrote it so that's why this is shorter. Sorry. I really like the ending though. Have a great and amazing day! Hope you enjoyed! ❤️😘