A Helping Hand
Prompt: Jerome is trying to hide the mess he made of his mother’s body. When you, a girl he always saw around the circus, stubbled upon the scene. He thought you would be terrified, like any sane person would be, but your reaction both interests him and attracts him to you.
Author’s Note: I’m trying to stay focused and I’m milking this vyvance for all that it’s worth, but I feel it wearing off so this imagine is probably gonna be shitty and I apologize in advance :’)
Jerome’s shoulders were taught and sore as he repetitively impaled the wet earth with his shovel. The damp soil crunched against the metal and was tossed over his shoulder carelessly with a soft thud. His fingers ached from the tight grip he had on the shovel and he sweat bullets that trailed down his muscular chest making clean streaks through the specs of dirt covering him. His chest heaved heavily up and down with every deep huff of oxygen, and his throat began to burn despite the frigid temperatures outside. And yet, no matter how much his body ached and begged to rest, he still kept a deranged smile on his face. He had done it. He had finally murdered his bitch of a mother. Looking back over to her bloody, lifeless body, it was like a burst of adrenaline and endorphins pumped in his veins. He kept digging, and digging, a malicious smile covering on his face. He was about to get away with murder.
The woods were dark and silent, their shadows terrified and confused you. Why the hell had you gone out here? Oh yeah that’s right, your Dad brought another woman home… again. The cold air nipped at your skin harshly, and your small baby-doll dress wasn’t helping much either. You tried to bring some warmth back to your body by curling your arms around yourself and rubbing your hands up and down to try and create some friction. Again, to no avail. The sound of your chattering teeth was the only thing to keep you company during your walk. If you could even call running out of your house and getting lost in the woods “going on a walk”. Your nose stuffed up and forced you to breath the cold, harsh winter air through your mouth. It burned your throat with an intensity and forced scratchy coughs to erupt from you every once in awhile. As uncomfortable and annoying it was to be out here, you’d still rather be here than in your own house, waiting for your father to get bored of whoever he’s with and come straight to your room. Any place was better than there.
Your small black boots crunched against the dead leaves covering the forest floor, and the more you walked the more you noticed another sound that was muffled by the crunching leaves. At first you thought it might’ve been you, or you were just hearing things, but it became quickly apparent that the noise wasn’t coming from you.
As you got closer to the source of the sound, you could see a light and shadows accompanying the sounds in perfect sync. You tiptoed through the trees to the edge of what looked like a small clearing, and watched a shocking scene unfold;
An old car, a rusty truck maybe, faced a man with it’s headlights beaming bright to illuminate the task the man was working on. He only wore a thin, button down short sleeved shirt covered in dirt and some other substance and an old, worn out pair of jeans. You could see what looked to be a discarded jacket a few feet away from him laying on the damp grass. How, in the holy hell, is he not freezing? The first few buttons on his shirt were even unbuttoned, exposing more of his pale flesh. You would literally kill for that big winter coat he was taking for granted on the floor. But your attention was ripped away from his warm looking coat when a burst of color flashed your peripheral vision. Orange. With each movement the man’s slicked back hair became more unruly and the color of it caught the glare of the truck's’ headlights. He seemed to be digging something, and you noticed with pleasure how the muscles in his arms flexed and stretched every time he pushed the shovel into the ground. His body stature seemed so familiar to you, to the point where it was slightly annoying not knowing exactly who you were staring at.
Then you heard the laugh.
The laugh that had been running rampant in your most intimate dreams and made it feel like millions of butterflies were tickling your stomach just for fun. The laugh you had secretly been in love with since you were twelve years old.
Was that… Jerome?
Jerome couldn’t hold in his bubbling laughter as he mocked his mother in his head all the while glancing every now and again at her lifeless corpse.
“Go get me some cigarettes, Jerome!”
“I told you to stay in your goddamn room, Jerome!”
“You’re gonna get your ass beat when we get home, Jerome…”
He cackled at the thought. The bitch can’t nagg on and on anymore, now can she? Jerome couldn’t wait until he had the whore buried six feet under and could finally walk into their trailer with no screaming or empty bottles in sight. He’d finally be able to sleep on a real bed without having to worry about his mother waking him up with a beating. He could be his own man; no nagging, controlling mothers in sight! He smiled so much his cheeks burned, but his long-lasting smile faltered at a lightning speed when he saw her.
She was peeking through the trees, her big eyes following his every movement.
As soon as Jerome’s eyes caught hers, she went rigid, not knowing what to do.
Jerome quickly climbed out of the nearly-finished shallow grave and stomped her way. He harshly threw the shovel to the side and ran up to the girl before she could even move. Jerome roughly grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her out of the edge of the woods, her small shriek of pain filling him with joy.
“Enjoying the show sweetheart?” He mockingly whispered in her ear. He wanted desperately to see whatever terrified look was plastered on her face, but her hair was in the way. Jerome unforgivingly dragged her to the front of the car and roughly bent her over the hood of the truck, holding her face down against it by her neck.
“You know, watching people trying to do private things is very bad… Do you know what we do to little girls who are very bad?”
Jerome used both of his hands on her waist and turned her small body around so that now her back was against the hood of the car. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her body to the hood of the trunk while one of his hands slid into his back pocket to grab his switchblade. He’s not gonna lie, he enjoyed how her body was pushed so closely against his; she was so small compared to him and it made him feel powerful, it made him feel like a large, intimidating predator deciding whether or not to devour it’s innocent prey.
Jerome had flicked the blade out, running it up her torso slowly before lightly pressing it against her neck. He didn’t particularly want to kill such a cute little thing, but he couldn’t have a random girl running around telling people his business, now could he? Jerome’s other hand began to slowly sweep away the girl’s hair from her face,
“Come ‘on darlin… let me see your pretty eyes. I wanna watch the life drain outta them…”
He pulled away the last strand of hair and was met with an all too familiar face.
It was (Y/N).
Her eyes stared right into his and didn’t hold any fear or terror like he thought they would; instead her eyes held wonder and… excitement almost? Looking down, he saw her perfect pink lips curved upward into a small smile that sent shivers down his spine and for the first time that night made goosebumps appear on his skin. Jerome had known her since they were kids, she was a few years younger than him, but that never stopped him from stealing glances of her. Whether she was laughing with childlike amusement at the cheap carnie games or creating her own forms of entertainment while they were in between towns, watching her and seeing that damn smile was always the best part of his day. She could tell he recognized her, she didn’t understand why though. She probably didn’t ever wonder if that certain someone she thought was so intriguing and different thought the exact same way about her. (Y/N) smiled her smile though, not scared of Jerome’s tactics, just excited she got to be this close to her years long crush.
“H-hey J… whatcha up to..?”
Jerome slightly scoffed at her nonchalant response to him putting a knife to her throat. He could feel her legs on the side of his waist slightly swinging back and forth waiting for an answer. The hand he used to move her hair out of her face was now where Jerome rested his cheek, looking at her like she was the most compelling thing he’d ever laid his eyes on.
“Little bit of this, little bit of that… little bit of burying my bitch of a Mother… What about you (Y/N)? Why is a little thing like you out so late instead of in her nice bed at home? That’s where you wanna be right? Of course it is… you could be under your safe, warm pillows. Not shivering under a sociopath.” He hissed like a snake so close to (Y/N)’s face that she could feel his minty breath against her lips. Jerome smiled like a cold-blooded killer, which in all actuality, he was. (Y/N) unintentionally batted her eyes innocently,
“If my dad wasn’t being a carbon copy of your mother, maybe I would. But for some odd reason, I feel like even if that wasn’t the case, I would still want to be here shivering under a sociopath.”
Her breath quickened as she felt Jerome run the tip of his switch blade around her chest and collar bones in small patterns.
“Well when you put it like that doll… You sound just as crazy as me.”
Maybe that’s why he liked her so much; maybe he somehow knew deep down that she was like him.
Jerome, much to his and (Y/N)’s displeasure, he got off of her and helped her slide off the hood of the car. Jerome brought her over to where his mother’s lifeless body lay and nervously bit his nails while he watched for her reaction. Now, most normal people would be terrified and frantic. They would probably be telling him to call the cops, or be disgusted and nauseas by the scene, or screaming at how he was sick in the head. But (Y/N) was far from normal.
“Need a hand?” She said to Jerome like it was the most normal thing in the world. Jerome let out a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in. (Y/N) just smiled and shrugged, grabbing a leg and waiting for Jerome to do the same.
She didn’t really know why she was helping him, yes she liked him a lot but not enough to just up and help him hide a dead body. Maybe it was because she was secretly jealous of Jerome, and how he had enough courage to get the job done. Unlike you. You lost count of how many times you wished you could do this exact same thing to your father. And even though it unfortunately wasn’t your Dad that was about to be buried in an unmarked grave, it gave you happiness that Jerome didn’t have to deal with his shitty parent anymore.
Jerome grabbed his mother’s other leg and you both began to use all of your strength to drag her into the hole. Once at the edge, you both moved to the front of her body, and with one final push, sent her body six feet under. Jerome laid down at the edge of the grave, his legs dangling off the side and his arms spread wide in exhaustion. You weren’t nearly as tired as he was, considering he murdered her and dug the grave all by himself, so you sat by his side.
You shoved your hands in the pockets of your dress to warm up your freezing finger tips, and felt a stick leading up to some kind of sphere. Ooohh a lollipop! You ripped the paper off of the sweet treat and immediately put it in your mouth, savoring the sugary cherry flavor. Your Dad never let you have any sort of sweets, not even when you were a kid; you always had to lift some from the concession stand or pick pocket some change to buy some. That’s probably where this one came from to be honest.
You didn’t get to taste the favor for long though, as you felt the sugary treat get pulled from your mouth. Looking to the side you saw Jerome, looking everywhere except for your direction, with your lollipop in his mouth. He quickly caught a glance at your face and burst out laughing when he saw your scowl. You crossed your arms in annoyance, also because you were still freezing fucking cold. How is he gonna steal your candy after you just helped him hide a dead body? So rude…
Suddenly you felt a warm hand on your arm pulling you closer to Jerome, he grabbed his large winter jacket and pulled you onto his lap so that you could both be kept warm inside of it. He took the candy out of his mouth with a pop and gave it back to you, which you gladly accepted. With a soft hand Jerome tucked your head between his chin,
“Hey doll… thanks for, ya’ know… helping me bury my mom and not go cryin’ to the cops.”
“…No problem J. We’ve been around each other for years, I know how your mother is; If you didn’t gank her now I probably would’ve later.”
Jerome laughed a genuine laugh, one that you had never heard before.
“I knew there was something I liked about you… ever since we were kids I knew you were different. You were just like me.” He said with a proud, triumphant smile.
“Yeah I guess you’re right… Although, I am a bit cuter.”
Jerome threw his head back with a cackle and you couldn’t be happier that you were the one who caused it.
Jerome wrapped his arms tighter around you and lightly kissed your temple, a small act that had you shivering from for than just the cold.
“Just so you know princess, your Dad is next on my list.”