7 1/2

                                    

                                          
It had been three days since the night Jerome came back after what you classed as a spree. Even though he insisted it was only "one dude", you still weren't satisfied.

Regardless, one person or ten, him killing anyone was hard for you to digest. You knew he had done it in the past, but so recently, while staying with you? It just seemed... closer when you realised it was another person's blood pouring down your drains. 
                          
Another person's blood staining your towels. 
                          
Another person's blood disappearing into your washing machine. Just the thought of it writhed and spasmed within your stomach. What made it worse was that Jerome clearly didn't care about the life he had recently taken. "He was a nobody y/n. No one's gonna miss him. His fault for following me. Besides, if I didn't get him, he probably woulda killed other people... if that makes you feel better."
                          
"Just because he was a thug doesn't mean anything Jerome! Do have any remorse?"
                          
"Hmm, let me think about that... no," he'd replied heatedly before stalking off.
                          
That was only the first day. You two had argued about it for a while, which was undoubtedly a bold move on your behalf. You had irritated him so much, he had begun to talk in a growl, his words occasionally escaping his lips as a hiss. It terrified you, but he didn't raise a finger against you. 
Even though the kiss last night had liberated you, turmoil coursed through your veins and pulsed in your mind. And that kiss. You couldn't stop thinking about it! But it didn't waver your anger, even if it still made your heart flutter. 'Ugh. Out of all the people in the world, he had to be a madman! A bloodthirsty maniac at that.' 
                          
While you laid in bed, your mind spun through all the known crimes Jerome had committed. Fighting over it wasn't going to change anything. His mind was set, but once set, you can set things back... Right? That's what you tried to tell yourself anyway. Besides, he wasn't a psychopath. People are born psychopaths. 'Jerome's a sociopath.' An article you read a couple days before flitted through your head. "Sociopaths are 'created' when a traumatising experience/s cause one's mind to 'break', driving him/her 'over the edge' into mental instability. Signs include..." That eased your mind a little. Besides, if he were a psycho, then he wouldn't have feelings towards, and you refused to believe he was just manipulating you. Although, one of the traits of a psychopath is having no moral compass or remorse. You wondered what his traumatic experience was or if there was more than one. You'd have to ask... but not now. Soon.
                          
The second day was better. He didn't come home after the fight when he stormed out through the door - luckily it was late. However, when you woke in the morning, you opened your eyes to see russet brown eyes full of amusement staring back at you. You had almost fallen out of bed from shock. His scent fills your nostrils and irritation filled your mind. 'Why am I so conflicted right now?' After a small amount of bickering and a quick shower, you trudged downstairs to see Jerome helping himself to eggs.
                          
"Morning doll-face," he smirked, taking a sip from a glass and mockingly raising his eyebrows. You groaned internally, slouching Into the chair across from him,
                          
"What's so funny?"
                          
His smirk stretched into a grin of mocking, "Oh nothing really. It's just, you talk in your sleep. And my, my, what things you say."
                          
You shot up into sitting position, wide-eyed. 
                          
"Jerome, what sort of things?" you asked anxiously. 
Jerome, still happily sipping from his cup, rested his head on his fist,
                          
"All kinds of things," he mused.
                          
"Jerome. Tell me."
                          
"Nah. I'm gonna let you worry about it a little more. Eye for an eye, you know?"