Wayne Sister Valeska Brother

Chapter Seven

Violet's P.O.V

     I lean against the back wall of my little cell and sob into my knees. The door opens and Ecco brings me in food and water. "Are you alright?" She asks softly. I shake my head.

     "He hit me." I mutter tears still flowing down my face. "Did he hurt you?" I ask looking up at her.

     "No." She replies leaving. A while later the door opens again and this time it's Jeremiah. I press myself against the wall scared. 

     "Please let me go." I beg. He bends down in front of me. "I'm sorry." I mumble.

     "Don't lie to me." He says coldly. 

     "You're right, I did lie. I'm afraid of this new you, Jeremiah. You hit me! You threatened me!" I shout. "The man I married would've never done any of the things you've done." I take a deep breath and look at him. He has a black eye and busted lip. "What happened?" I ask softly.

     "Your butler." He snarls grabbing my wrist. "Don't pretend you care because we both know you don't." I yelp from the pressure he's applying. 

     "I do care Miah." I say softly as he let's go. "I will always care about you." He stands up and I sigh. Why should he believe anything I say. Wait, that's it. I hope this works. "I'll stay for her!" I shout causing him to face me. "I'll stay for Mar."

     "Why should I believe you?" He asks and I look him in the eye.

     "If you promise not to ever, and I mean ever lay a hand on Martha, I'll stay here, and I swear I won't try to escape with her again." I promise him. I flinch as he extends his hand out to me.

     "This is your last chance." I grab it and he helps me up. "Your final chance try anything again and you won't like the consequences." He warns and I nod leaning on him the events of the day, finally hitting me.

     "Miah, I'm so sorry." I say half asleep. "Please don't leave me in here." I beg.

Jeremiah's P.O.V

     I pick her up and carry her to our room. I set her sleeping form on the bed. "Sleep well, love." I lay down next to her, and she moves closer to me.

Violet's P.O.V

     I wake up in Jeremiah's arms. He looks so peaceful more like the old Jeremiah. At least his eye looks a little better. I sigh. Why did Jerome have to do this? We were happy. "I can hear your thoughts racing." His voice startles me.

     "Sorry." I mumble, causing him to chuckle. "Why did Alfie attack you?" I ask and he tenses. 

     "I don't want to talk about it." He says and I drop the matter. 

     "Miah, you would never hurt me right?" I ask my voice barely above a whisper.

     "Never again." He says softly.

     "Martha, where is she?" I ask panicked sitting up. 

     "She's alright. Ecco's probably making her breakfast." I calm down at his words. I know he would never hurt her. Bruce, he's gonna come after me. Even after everything he's done I don't wanna leave. "What's wrong love?"

     "Bruce, he's gonna come for me and Mar." He becomes deadly silent. "Miah say something." I beg.

     "I'll deal with that when it becomes a problem." He says getting up. "If I leave with Ecco, can I trust you not to try and escape?" I nod.

     "I promised you didn't I?"

     "I will see you later."

     "I love you." He kisses my forehead before leaving. As he leaves and I finally climb out of bed. I change into some clean clothes and walk out of the room. I find Martha in a bedroom not too far from ours. I smile watching her play with her blocks. 

     "Cartoons?" She asks with a big smile. I nod, and we walk into the living room and I turn on the T.V. A few hours later I'm half asleep. "Can I go play outside?" 

     "Uh-" I bite my lip. There's no harm in letting her play outside. As long as we stay close to the house. "Sure baby." She runs off with a big smile and follow after her. We just need to stay close to the house. I lose track of time and eventually Jeremiah comes back. He glares at me walking up to the house. "Mar time to come back in." She runs up to me and I pick her up. I walk back inside and set her down.

Jeremiah's P.O.V

     I frown seeing her outside. She notices me and calls Martha. I follow them in and make sure our daughters out of sight before turning my attention to Violet. "What were you doing outside?" I growl.

     "I- She wanted to play outside. I figured it would be alright if we stayed lose to the house."  She squeaks. "That's all I swear." She yelps as I grab her wrist. "She just wanted to play outside." She sobs and I let go backing away from her.

     "I'm sorry." I mumble. "I'm so sorry."