Dear reviewers, I love you, especially I Will Not Follow, because s/he helped me think of what should happen, even though what they said has nothing to do with it. The story is gonna get kind of sad I think, but no worries, it will get better, I also don't think that I will tell from Jerome's POV because I think it would just mix everything up, sorry number 1 muse fan. Does anyone know Jerome's dad's name? I recommend listening to safe and sound by Taylor swift as you read it.

Disclaimer: If I owned HOA: Eugene and Tasie would be snogging right now. I don't, they aren't. Though they should be.

Jerome and Poppy blanched, but his mother didn't notice, she rushed to his bed and tried to console him, telling him it would be ok and that she loved him, and that she would find whoever did this. I could not believe her obliviousness, neither apparently, could Jerome.

"I cannot believe that someone as amazing as my dad got put in prison, yet that son of a- is free, and that you still don't realize who that monster is!"

"Which is why he'll be living with me." Jerome's dad had come in, along with the rest of the house (other than Mick) and they were staring at Jerome and I's clasped hands.

"You have no right!"

"Since when do you care, mum?" Jerome and Poppy chorused. Jerome's mum looked offended and gestured Arthur and Jerome's dad to another room. Jerome and Poppy looked at each other and sighed,

"Well there goes that chance." I looked at him in surprise, "She's a lawyer, she has custody, and she knows it."

"No more beatings Jerome, on either of us, please?" Jerome looked like he was about to cry,

"I don't know Poppy, I don't know." I saw the rest of the house look at each other; Jerome had become real to them, we would all help in any way that we could, but I didn't know if that would be enough. I looked at the door; I could see Jerome's dad and mum's silhouette's through the glass. I looked back at Jerome, his face impassive. Poppy and I locked eyes, and she shooed everyone out of the room. I walked up to Jerome and put my arms around his neck. Tears ran down his face in an endless waterfall. He put his arms around my middle and pulled me close, and we stayed this way, locked in this embrace. He shook as he looked at the door,

"Mara it feels as if everything is on fire." He cried. "I never wanted to bring you into this fight, I worked so hard to prevent exactly this!"

"Just close your eyes for a minute Jerome, none of this has happened. Don't look at that door sweetheart, just wait, everything will get better, I promise." My voice wavered at the beginning, but got stronger at the end.

"Only you would take on baggage like me, Mara. I love you for that." He pressed his forehead against mine. We smiled.