What would you do if your boyfriend goes to being obsessive , angry and rough overnight from being a kind , loving and sweet personality? How would you adjust to these physical and psychological changes in your lover's life? Would you run away or wo...
Author's Note: I don't know for some reason this chapter is extremely close to my heart. I cried a lot while writing this one.
My heart is pounding wildly against my chest. I see Jeremiah as he walks up the stage with Bruce.
"Let her go Jerome. I am here." I see Jeremiah grit his teeth and clench his fists, his eyes fixated on me.
"Love is so beautiful. Oh." Jerome fake sniffles and pretends to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye. I feel him walk up to me and take off the explosives from my neck. "Jerome please..." My good side whispers softly. "Don't hurt him.." He shrugs almost invisibly and takes off my binds, tossing me towards Jeremiah.
"Now you both. No funny business. I need you here in this chair." He points towards Jeremiah and I shake my head.
I am thrown into Jeremiah's arms. He catches me in his wide arms and I see worry etched in every corner of his face. His hands fly to my face as he cups my face in his hands. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" My breathing hitches and I feel tears cloud my eyes as I nod. "Miah.. I'm alright..Please don't go there. Please .." He shakes his head softly and grabs my palm, taking me towards Jim. Alarmed, I yank at his arm,trying to pull out from his hold. "MIAH NO. IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE. IM NOT LEAVING YOU HERE. PLEASE ." I hear him sigh inaudibly and he stops walking,looking down at the floor. He looks at me and slowly places his hand on my cheek, stroking the side of my face with my thumb. "Our baby? Is it okay?" I follow his gaze to my stomach and then back up,nodding. "Yes, J. Our baby is fine. Please come back to me.." I whisper softly. "I will be back." He calls back, before turning around and making his way to the stage.
Jim walks up to me and places his hand gently over my back,guiding me towards a corner. I shake my head and turn back. "I'm not going anywhere detective. I wanna stay.." He sighs and bites his lip, glancing at Jeremiah as he has finally taken his seat next to Bruce and has put on the explosive around his neck.
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"Harv, take her to the car please."
"I TOLD YOU I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE. DONT ANY OF YOU DARE LAY A FREAKING FINGER ON ME.." I yell, my chest heaving up and down due to my intense breathing. Harvey raises his hands in the air as if admitting defeat and surrender. Me and Harvey are interrupted by the sound of a few gun shots going off. Haphazardly,we turn around and realize that the GCPD SWAT guys have been shot by Jerome's men. I flick a glance at Jeremiah and I can see that he is worried.
"I had my guys take up the best vantage points last night. So they've been watching your little SWAT team all day.." I hear Jerome explain. He then walks back to the microphone and starts his little speech.
"All parents have got their favourites. The ones who cleans their rooms, do all their homework, doesn't try to kill anybody. Little Mr. Perfect here, yeah!" He points his finger towards Jeremiah and smiles wide. "He was that guy. He got adopted by the rich folks. Went to top college. Got himself a really hot wife." He shoots a glance at me. "Meanwhile, I got dragged through the circus by my depressed alcoholic mother, forced to clean up elephant dung everyday. Do you know how huge those things are, huh folks? But I know something that mommy and daddy never knew. You're as crazy as I am. It's in your DNA. We being twins and all. We got the same blood running through our veins. We are identical. You are a killer. Stop trying to fight it." With that, Jerome cuts off Jeremiah's binds with a knife and thrusts the knife into his hand. "Take your best shot."
