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

Chapter 12

I cry, and cry. I don't know why I'm crying over the old bastard anyway. It wasn't like he was a good person. He was a shit person. I guess it was because he was one of the last family members I have left. It's only Mitch and I now.

I had locked myself in my bedroom, resisting the urge to cut. Jerome was on the other side of the door trying to get me to let him. I wasn't though.

I needed to relieve the pain I feel and the only way I know how is to cut. I found my blades and the all too familiar feeling came back. There were a lot of new cuts on my arm. None were very deep but they did the trick.

"Parker please. Let me in!" He yelled.

I lie down on the bed and close my eyes as tears well up in them. I bring my knees to my chin and I think of how my life has change drastically in the past week alone.

My father died. He was murdered and they think it was the man who tried to rape me. Did he have something against this family?

We were supposed to head to the police station to answer questions but I didn't want to. I didn't feel emotionally ready to deal with this too.

"Parker please. I want to help you," Jerome said desperately.

I stared at the ceiling. I felt a few trickles of blood on my my arm. I looked at my arm to make sure no blood would stain the sheets but there wasn't much so it was fine.

I heard murmurs on the other side of the door then the door opened. I forgot that they had a key to open the doors in this house.

"Oh my god. Shit Parker," he whispered.

He rushed over to me and picked up my arm gently. He uses the sleeve on his sweatshirt to wipe up the blood on my arm. It stung and I winced.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Don't be sorry. I did this. I should be use to the consequences by now. You would think."

I felt movement as the bed shifted. Jerome sat down and rubbed my thigh. I wanted his comfort but I couldn't conjure enough energy to get up.

I started to cry again. I didn't think someone could have this many tears.

"I shouldn't be crying over him. All he caused me was pain. But he's the only other family I have besides Mitch. I just I can't deal with this. I already have enough I'm going through. Not this too," I sob.

Jerome picks me up and wraps his arms around me in a hug and I cry in his shoulder.

"Parker, you don't deserve to go through any of this. You've been an amazing human being. You are beautiful, sweet, kind, and caring. I wish I could take at least some of the pain away," he tells me. "Bad things always seem to happen to good people. Bad things happen to people who can handle it and I know you can handle this. I'm here for you. Your brother is here for you and my parents are here for you."

Then I just cry harder. It's a mix between tears of joy and sadness.

"Thank you. I needed that," I whisper.

"It's all true though. Parker, I..I love you."

I look up at him, tears still in my eyes, shocked.

"I know it's sorta soon but I really do and if you don't feel ready to say it, that's okay. I understand," he whispers.

"I love you too Jerome. I love you too."

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"Miss Hughes, we believe the man that murdered your father was the man who attempted to rape you. We are very sorry for your loss," the policeman tells me.

"You know, you shouldn't be sorry. I'm glad the bastard is dead anyway. He was a horrible father," I bark. I had gone from being sad to angry in about 10 minutes. I didn't want to be here. I'm not sorry that he died, I just wish I could tell him off or something.

"Miss Hughes. I know that you're going through a rough patch but you shouldn't speak of the dead like that."

"Well it's true. He was horrible. He was abusive and blamed me for my mother's suicide! What kind of father does that?" I scream.

"Please miss, calm down."

"No! My father died and you expect me to fucking calm down?" I yell.

I storm out of the room and into the lobby where Mitch, Jerome, and to make my day worse, Adam. I didn't see him earlier. Jerome runs over to me wrapping his arms around me in a hug. I start to cry again.

What the hell hormones. I must be about to start my period or something.

"Shh, it's ok baby," he whispers quiet enough so no one would hear.

I gently pushed myself away from him and went over to hug Mitch. I could see the tears in Mitch's eyes as he hugged me.

Even though we were twins, when he hugged me I only went to the top on his chest.

We stayed like that until Jerome comes over to us.

"My parents want you both to come over to discuss what's going to happen."

We both nod as we get into Jerome's car. I slide into the passenger seat and Mitch gets into back while Jerome drives.

Jerome puts his hand on my upper thigh and runs it comfortably. It isn't high enough to turn sexual. Besides, I think Mitch would kill him first.

When we arrive back at Jerome's house, his parents sit us both down at the dining table and send Jerome to his room so they can dicuss this in private. I was glad it was just us but I wanted Jerome to be here with me.

"We know you have no other family to stay with. We are more than happy to take you in. We have enough bedrooms so you can both stay here. We will have the funeral when you both feel ready," Mr. Aceti starts.

"We want to have it as soon as possible," Mitch interrupts. "The sooner the bastard is gone the better. In fact, we don't even need to have a funeral just buried him."

Mr. and Mrs. Aceti look taken back by his insult.

"Okay," is all they say.

After awhile they continue. "Today we will go to your house and pack up the things you would like to take with you. The rest will be donated.

We both nod.

"How about I cook dinner and then we go pack your things up?" Mrs. Aceti asks.

Mitch and I nod again. Mitch goes to find Jerome and Mr. Aceti heads to his office leaving me with Mrs. Aceti.

I had always loved to cook so her and I get along nicely.

"Parker can I talk to you about something?" Mrs. Aceti asks.

"Sure."

"I know you and Jerome are dating."

I freeze in my place and slowly look up to see her smiling.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad sweetie. In fact I'm happy. Jerome hasn't had a girlfriend in so long and he looks so happy now. Just be safe," she tells me. "I'm not ready for grandkids."

"Don't worry. That won't happen anytime soon Mrs. Aceti," I tell her.

"Please, call me Emily! And good!" She smiles.

For once I actually feel loved.