Jerome's Little Toy

23

"So, you have a brother?" I ask, tangled in the bedsheets with Jerome.

"Yeah. He's a nerd." Jerome states, pulling me even closer to him.

"I can tell." I say as I plant small kisses on his neck, causing a growl to erupt.

"Would you like to properly meet him?" He asks, squeezing my booty a little.

"Sure." I smile against his neck.

"Then put some clothes on, you sexy little shit." Jerome teases, standing up and walking towards the closet.

"Nice ass." I snort, admiring his pale, firm buttocks.

"Thanks." He smirks, looking over his shoulder.

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I run my fingers through my hair, trying to ignore Jerome sitting on the bed in sweatpants and no shirt. I'm pretty sure he's playing candy crush on his phone.

"Why are you so hot?" I ask, seriously wanting an answer.

"Don't know. Guess I'm just blessed." He states, tossing his phone onto the bed and stalking towards me. "I could ask you the same thing."

Jerome wraps his arms around my waist, and I wrap mine around his neck.

"I'd give you the same answer." I smile, noticing him looking at my lips.

"Kiss me already." He growls playfully.

I lean in, only to be stopped by a loud bang.

"Shit." He mumbles under his breath, looking at the now broken window.

Jerome rushes us into the bathroom, and locks the door.

"Jerome you're bleeding!" I scream, seeing his side, covered in blood.

"Shit." He mumbles again, walking towards the counter.

"I can fix it, J. I'll get it out." I panic, tears stinging my eyes.

"No, whoever shot me, wants me to die. I'll be dead in about five minutes." He states shakily, pulling a gun out of a drawer.

Jerome turns towards me, but stumbles.

"Sit down Jerome! Please!" I cry out, pulling him to the ground.

"Listen to me, (Y/N). This only has one bullet. One. It's the only bullet left that's made for this gun." He says through gritted teeth, his voice weaker by the minute.

"So?! It doesn't matter!" I say, my vision blurred by tears.

"It matters because I was going to kill you with it." He states with a pained expression.

"Jerome lay down, you're delusional."

He does as told, but shakes his head at the comment.

"I was going to do it tonight but I'll be dead by then, so the gun is yours now. Do what you want with it." He clutches his side as he hands me the weapon.

"No. No you weren't and you won't die!" I cry, throwing the gun across the bathroom.

Jerome grabs my hands and looks at me with those piercing blue eyes.

"Listen to me, do not throw away your shot." He states before closing his eyes.

"No! Jerome please don't die on me! I can't lose you!" I beg, pulling him to my chest.

"I was going to kill you. Do you not understand that? You'll live and you can do whatever the hell you want now. You're free." He smirks with a weak voice.

"I don't want to be free. I want to be with you!"

"Babygirl, raise a glass to freedom." He states, patting my back.

Then he goes limp.

I can't speak. I can't think. I can't even hear.

I pull him closer and cry.

That's all I can do.

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Who else got the feelings of Hamilton and a bit of Heathers. Lmfao I'm such a terrible person.