You Were Born Bad ||Jerome Valeska||

A Tall Order

10 more days before the competition starts. I still tied on the chair and I do not know how Jerome tied my hands so tight!

Jerome laid on the sofa, closing his eyes using his arm. I can hear his snores and I think he falls asleep. I seriously need to untied myself again. I look around the small table and I see a pocket knife. I think it his. I silently walk, and the chair is still on my butt, I walk and grabbed the pocket knife. I tried my best to cut the rope thingy.

Then, I hurt myself.

I groan in pain silently and I can see Jerome is moving but he just turn his body so he faces the wall. I smirked because I know Jerome can't see what I am doing now.

My hand is bleeding but my left arm is untied. I quickly cut the leather. I stands after I untied my whole body. I am happy because I am gonna to tell everyone about Jerome killing his mother. I was about to slid the van's door, but I realised that I left my bag somewhere. I looked everywhere as I can see it was top of Jerome's head. I bite my bottom lip and slowly walk toward Jerome.

I slowly grabbed the bag. I approach Jerome as I grabbed the bag of mine.

Suddenly, I saw Jerome open his eyes, observing me with a glares, and as fast as he can he grabs my arm grimly. I stiff and he glares me. He leaves us a silence and I just eye contact with him. A few more seconds later, he grins and giggled.

"Let's do that again next time hmm?", he said, trying to be seductive.

I frown in fear and I quickly let go of my arm but he still grab me tightly. He still smiling when he grabbed my arm. "Why are you trying to run away? How did you do it?", he said slowly.

"Let go of me, Jerome!", I shouted.

"No..", he replies me easily.

"Jerome! Let.. Go.. Of.. Me!"

"No.."

"LET GO OF ME JEROME!!!!!"

"I WON'T LETTING YOU GO!!", he screams back at me.

What The HELL??

This time, Jerome's eyes widen and let go of my arm, quickly stands up glaring at me. He is taller than me then I turn my head upward so I look at him. He mad at me but yesterday he just laugh at me. He slowly pull his hand through my chin. Then he runs down his hand to my neck and grimly tighten his hand almost, or half choking me. He look me in the eyes and say:

"What is you name, doll?"

I blinked, plus, can't breath, I won't tell this man my name! Should… should I made one? I think for a second and I can't think of a girls name. But I gasped in the air then slip my tounge saying:

"Su-Summer….", I stammers.

"Summer?"

I nod. I simply nod and his hand tighten.

"Real name?"

I nod again.

"Summmmerrrrr….", he says grinning. "Well that's a pretty nice name."

My body is all shaking, my voices obviously sound shaky either.

I see Jerome take his pocket knife using his other hand, that I just used for cutting the rope thingy from my hands. Then he let go of my neck as I take a deep breath. He slowly walk, approaching me and put the knife below my chin. He is playing with it on my neck. I tried to run.. again, but he grabbed my shoulder firmly.

"So, Summer.. Can you do me a favor?"

I quickly answer him, "What favor, carrot head?", I scoffed him. His smiles changing and is frowning mad. I was about to smirked but I need to show this psychotic man how brave I am.

He sigh deeply. He get closer to me again and I can feel his knife are getting further. I squinted my eyes and bite my teeth because I can feel my neck is bleeding. Jerome looked straight at my blood and grins.

"Do not…"

He runs his hand to my hair..

"Tell.."

He runs down his hand to my hair's underneath..

"Anyone…"

He plays my hair by rolling it slowly..

"About any of these.."

He put his hand on my shoulder.

"Or what?", I say.

"Or..", he look up and frown. He put his hand on his head and make a gun gesture. He pretend to be dead as he pull his hand like the trigger.

I widen my eyes as he do it. He is going to kill me?

"C'mon baby girl.. I do that because I need to protect myself.", he giggle. "Promise?", he say softly.

By protect himself, he needs to kill me?

I nod quickly. He let of of his knife and his other hand from my shoulder. He bow politely and grins again. He walk towards me and my head is in front of his chest, which is I am super short, he kiss my forehead. He runs his hand to my brown hair and mumbles through my hair.

"That mark is mine...", he said.

"W-what??", I stutter. I look at him and again, he grins at me. I push him grimly and quickly approaches the broken door and slid it. I can hear it squeaked and I turn my head toward Jerome. He folded his arms behind his back and he just smile.

I closed the door as I get out. I stood there for a second, until I ran toward the circus like a cheetah. I looked into my watch and I can see the time is before midnight. It is been two days I stuck with Jerome and I hope my coach, Mr. Dante won't scolding me. What should I say to him? What should I say to everyone?

This is all my fault. I shouldn't go and saved Lyla. But what did I do? I followed my stupid ass voices.

But I realised, Jerome was quite soft. I pretty much sure he is a psycho, but he didn't kill me. I had to made two suggestions.

1. Call the cops and arrested Jerome Valeska. But if I called the cops, he will shoot me in the head!

2. Don't tell anyone. But that's mean I lied to myself and everyone.

I stop running. I am sweating like hell. I am breathing heavily.

What the hell am I doing?

A/N: ↓↓↓↓↓

HI VALESKAS!

This is the first time in a very long time I write an author's note. I just wanted to say that if any bad grammars or spelling mistakes in my story, please leave me a comment to let me know. I tried my best to translate it because, obviously, I am just a teenager. This year, I went to a different school because of my age and the new teacher of my English subject is quite funny but she gets angry when someone's making any trouble.

Sooo, I hope y'all are happy reading my story of Hailey Summer and Jerome V. :-) :-) Thank you!!

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