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

Chapter 11

Parker's POV

"Can't this wait until morning?" Jerome whines.

"No. No it can't. This is important."

Jerome groans and sits up.

"What do you need to show me?" He asks annoyed.

I try to decide how the best way to do this is.

"Can you turn around please?" I ask.

He groans again but does as told. I slip my shirt off revealing the cuts the bruises everywhere.

"Okay, turn around," I say turning on his lamp.

My nerves are going insane but he needs to know. I need to tell someone. I can't do this on my own anymore.

He turns around and his eyes go wide. He stands up and slowly walks over to me, examining my torso.

"Oh my god Parker. W..Why?" He says on the verge of tears. "How?"

I feel warm tears running down my face. I can't get any words out so I just collapse into Jerome. He engulfs me and I cry into his shoulder. I feel him crying too. We are both a mess but we are mess together, relying on the comfort of each other.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I thought I wasn't ready for anyone to see. No one else knew except you and I wanted you to know the full story. I can't do this alone anymore. I need you," I cry.

"Shh. It's okay baby. Relax. I'm here for you. I'll always be here," he coos.

We just stand there for awhile. Crying into each other and comforting each other at the same time.

When I had calmed down, Jerome moved me over to the bed. He wanted to me to explain everything but it was hard.

"When I was 11, my mom committed suicide. A year later my dad became an alcoholic and abusive. He has beaten me and Mitch for years. That's when you and Mitch met the rest of TeamCrafted. They were never nice to me. I was called horrible names. That's when I started to self harm. It was a release. I was ruining my body but I couldn't care less. At the time I thought no one could ever like me and that I would always be alone. I contemplated suicide several times. I still do. But then one day I found you in my bathroom holding one of the blades I use. I was so careful and then all of a sudden someone knows my biggest secret. You helped though. I haven't been happier in the last five years. You saved my life."

Throughout my entire confession I saw tears well up in Jerome's eyes. It was several minutes until he spoke.

"Parker, I wish I could have been there. I wish I would have had the fucking balls to stop Adam and everyone else. Know I will always be there for you. I want to help you."

All I can get out is, "Thank you."

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The next morning I wake sweaty and hot. Attractive Parker. Attractive.

I try to get up to take my desperately needed shower but I'm being weighed down. I look over my shoulder to see a sleeping--and adorable--Jerome. His hot breath on my neck makes me shiver.

I attempt to move his arm but he has an iron grip around my waist. I try to wiggle my way free but this only wakes him up.

Instead of getting up and moving his arm like a normal person, Jerome nuzzles his face face into my neck and starts to leave soft kisses.

"Jerome," I whine but it sounds more like a moan.

He sits up a little and finds my sweet spot on my neck, making me moan again. This gives him more motivation.

His hand that was around my waist is moved and slides down to rest on my upper thigh. And when I say upper, I mean UPPER.

Jerome starts to bite my neck making me moan a bit louder.

"My parents aren't home," he whispers in my ear. "We won't do anything you don't want to do though. It is a little soon."

"Okay thank you. I do like making out though," I smirk.

"Now that's something I can do."

He pushed me on on my back and met our lips. He bit my lip asking for entrance but I wanted to tease him a little.

After several fail attempts he moved his hand up slightly higher, brushing his hand against me making me gasp, creating the perfect opportunity for him to slip his tongue into my mouth.

All good things come to an end though. We heard the front door slam shut and we instantly broke apart both getting up from the bed. I realized I wasn't wearing a shirt and scrambled to find it.

"Shit. Where the hell is my shirt?" I whispered.

Then all I can see is pink and I realize Jerome threw it at me.

"Thanks," I smirk quickly putting it on.

"Jerome! Parker! Come down here please," Jerome's father yelled.

"Okay!" Jerome yells.

I start to walk out the door before Jerome stops me.

"Shit Parker, you have a hickey on your neck."

My eyes widen and I feel my face heat up. I run over to the mirror and there is a small but noticeable purple dot on my neck.

Shit

I run into my room and luckily I brought a sweatshirt that will cover it up. Then we both head downstairs to see a frustrated Mr. Aceti.

"Sit," he instructs.

We sit down beside each other at the dining room table and Jerome's father sits in front of us.

"Parker, I have bad news about your father."