I looked behind me at his pale face. His dirty blonde hair was hanging down, and his piercing blue eyes stared into mine. I tried to break the stare by looking down at my wrist, but his eyes followed me. I was so scared. He wasn't like Mick. He wasn't a sweet, caring guy. He was sneaky, cunning, and worst of all Alfie's best friend. I couldn't even bring myself to speak.
"Jerome," I finally found myself saying as I continued to stare down at my cuts. I looked up into his eyes. They were filled with tears, and I could see them following mine as well as the clean slice marks on my wrists.
He began to walk towards me, his eyes still locked with mine. Then he did what I never would have expected him to do. Actually he did three things that I never would have expected him to do.