Hey it's me! Happy Leif Ericson day! New chapter up, and I think that this story will only have a few more chapters before it's finished, it just kind of hit me today that people are actually reading this, people with actual lives and friends are reading this. I mean think about it, my readers could be from Canada for all I know, and they are spending their time reading a story that I wrote. It's unbelievable. And I feel like we're so connected by a TV SHOW, I mean how unreal is that? Anyway, keep reading, keep reviewing.
Disclaimer: My friend Happiness contacted me today ad told me that she was unhappy with my past disclaimer, she said that I forgot to mention that Fabina would be kissing, and that Mick and Joy would get together, move to Australia, and die in a hole. Studio 100, I think that you should employ her. But anyway, she doesn't own it and neither do I.
Jerome and I walked home, hand in hand but in silence. We were happy and angry, and confused, so damn confused! How could they let that monster run free! How could they! How could they! I broke down crying, just chanting over and over; "How could they." Jerome pulled me into is arms right there on the sidewalk. We cried together, finding strength in each other. He kissed me, my hair, my cheek, and my lips. Then he began to speak,
"Listen to me Mara, it's gonna be alright. Mars, just stay near people, don't go anywhere alone. If you see him, call me or Patricia, or Eddie. You'll be safer with someone else. He'll probably hesitate to try anything. Please stay safe, for me. I couldn't live without you now." I snuggled into his chest,
"I'll try." I looked at his eyes, he meant it when he said that he couldn't live without me, but I wondered how far he would go.
It seemed like everyone was watching me. They found excuses to walk with me to class, Jerome always seemed to be where I was, maybe it was coincidence sometimes but the fact that he was always "scouting" for a prank on the AP class when I was there, but never seemed to pull the prank was pretty suspicious. I appreciated that he was trying not to be "clingy" and let me live my life like normal, but it couldn't stop me from feeling like I was on death row.
I went to Jerome's room a lot now. Just to be there, he never minded, in fact it was like he looked forward to my visits. He never talked about Arthur when I came to his room; it was a sanctuary, a place for us to be cheerful and happy. Talk like we used to. We still kissed and had jellybean wars; it was like Arthur never existed. But once I left that room at ten sharp. I was out again, nighttime was the worst, and I was alone with my nightmares. Thankfully I never screamed loud enough to wake my other housemates, or so I thought. Everyone in the house was trained to be a heavy sleeper as at least one person in each room snored. Except one person, one person never learned to be a deep sleeper, because Alfie Lewis never snored. So when I screamed one night, and no one else heard me, my boyfriend did. He came rushing into my room full speed. I cowered under my sheets, fully expecting to be hit. But Jerome wrapped is arm around my waist and held me close. He left later on; Victor would give us detention if he found out that a boy was in my room for four hours. So from five AM to six AM I was alone. It still amazes me that I didn't hear the door open, and then a hand covered my mouth. I looked at the blonde holding me, and I realized how stupid I was to only be scared of Arthur, when Arthur had an inside man. I kept looking out for and trying to avoid Arthur, when I was totally vulnerable to someone else the entire time.
Mick.