You Were Born Bad ||Jerome Valeska||

Laughs and Grins

"Argh!"

My body felt weak. My head felt dizzy. I tried to open my eyes slowly and I tried to move.

"What?", I whispers. My arms and my legs were clinch on the chair. I looked around and Lyla's body isn't there anymore. The floor was clean and there wasn't any blood. What.. What happened?

Oh my God..

Jerome did this..

Perhaps Jerome hide her body.. somewhere.. I mean, how could a son, killed his mother in cold blood? I can see the point is..

His mother treated Jerome like an asshole. It was, an eye for an eye. He gave what she deserve.. he just said the words to me cockily. I tried to remember what had happened yesterday, and the last thing I remembered is, Jerome observed me with his devilish eyes and scary grins. He just fainted me!

And all I need to do is.. Escape! I tried to search any items that perhaps can help me get rid of this rope thingy. Probably a leather I think. It was so tight and clinch. I can't find any single, blade or something sharp in here. So, backup plans?

I push myself to fall from the chair. Shit! It's so hurt! I tried to pull my hands of the rope thingy, firmly, as my legs also. I groan in pain, how can't I do this?

"Come... On!!!!", I screamed, but still whispering. I am afraid that Jerome might be outside, still dealing with his mother's dead body.

Until I realised, my legs is finally untied! I tried to stand, but the chair is bothering me. Then, I can hear the door's van is squeaking.

I.. Am.. So.. Screwed..

I stiff by standing but the chair is stuck in my butt. Jerome's hair is below his eyebrow and his clothes are covered in blood. His face has bloods too which is make his look scarier.

"You..", he sighed before he took a deep breath. "You have been a little bit.. cheeky, ya know?", he laugh hellishly, making me goosebumps.

"What.. What're you doing to her?", I stammers.

I can see Jerome is holding something behind his back. He pulls out the thing and shows it to me. It was a bloody hammer.

"You meant, my whore.. mother? I told you, cupcake, I gave her what she deserved.", he winks.

Cupcake? Baby girl?

"What do you mean?", I say slowly. "You killed her in cold blood. That wasn't what she deserve.", I say firmly.

Jerome look me with a glares and a seductive smile. I do not call him seductive, but my heart is beating way too fast and my whole body is shaking nervously.

"You are not listening me well, aren't you, doll? My mother is a nagging drunken whore. She cared me nothing but a slave. She beat me like I wasn't her son. Plus, the beating just never stopped. It went on and on. Yet, nobody ever helped me..", is all he say to me.

"But that doesn't matter, right? I killed her.. Nobody cares!" ,he hopped joyfully by raising his both hands.

Again.. I stiff. I suddenly feel my body slowly sit down but my arms is still untied. My eyes keep looking down and I feel my heart is nothing but fears.

Still looking down, but I can see Jerome is approaching me. He kneel down and gently grab my chin. "Why so down, dollface? Smile..", he whispers to me before he gave me a maniacal laugh. I realised, my tears is falling down to my chin.

I slowly turn my head toward the small window and it is already evening. The sun is down and the cloud is a little bit gray. I wonder where my coach is. I know in deep down my heart, he is looking for me. Not just him, perhaps more. And look, I am stuck with a psycho that tied me. I know I will be dying by hearing his crazy laugh and grins.