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"Why don't you tell me the truth Mr Clarke?" the Doctor, Mara asked. Jerome looked up slowly, from what he could tell, he was 24, in a prison.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he said to the doctor. Mara clicked her heels as Jerome sat handcuffed to the bed in his cell.

"I only want to help you,"

"What kind of help do you mean?"

"Mr Clarke-"

"I'm not crazy." He spat, everything was so grey.

"And I am not implying that you are." She spoke softly but firmly, walking over to her bag and pulling out a piece of paper, she held it close to her chest, keeping it hidden from him. He watched curiously, although he was trying to seem as though he didn't care.

"W-what have you got there?" he asked in a curious voice

"What this?" Doctor Mara looked down at the picture, still keeping it hidden from him "This old thing? This is nothing. Now, why don't you tell me who Candy Hugens is?"

"I don't know who that is." Jerome answered smoothly

"Doctor Mara, 2 0 9 3 here doesn't talk. He is very uncooperative. I think it would be best if you just left it," Jerome's parole officer stood from where he had been seated in the corner of the room.

Mara sighed "Actually, could you give me and Mr Clarke here a moment? I think I could do this,"

The parole officer looked her up and down, before nodding and walking out of the cell "You need anything, just push the button on the wall, we'll come running," Mara nodded, watching him leave.

"Now Mr Clarke, how do you know Candy Hugens?"

"I don't." he answered darkly, slightly amused. Mara became slightly angry, stalking towards him until she stood right in his face, they were eye to eye.

"Why don't you tell me the truth?"

"Que me sus gorgua," he whispered into her face. She stepped away from him, confused.

"What?"

"It means you're beautiful."

She looked at him, part of her flattered, another part disturbed. "In which language?"

"Does it matter?" he shrugged. Mara straightened her coat

"Candy Hugen, did you know her?"

"Yes." He answered, looking her right in the eye. Mara almost smiled, thrilled with the improvement

"How?" She sat on the grey chair, watching him, taking notes.

"We went to the same school," he answered aloofly

"Were you…in any clubs, friends? Together?"

"No," he laughed slightly "No, we were never together,"

"But?..."

"She was the prettiest girl in my class,"

Mara scribbled something down "Did you ever go out?"

"No,"

"Sorry, I said, did you ever go out?"

"And I said no."

"Oh." Mara stood again "So you DIDN'T go to the museum together one night, and she DIDN'T give you your first kiss, and she DIDN'T try to get your clothes off, only for the lights to be switched on and the entire football team come running in, with their cameras and their phones. And they DIDN'T post it online, leaving you as an utter embarrassment?" she spoke quickly, firmly, threateningly.

Jerome watched her, hatred and awe filling him. "What's wrong with you doctors?" he screamed loudly at her "Why can't you leave well enough alone?" he stared to sob, loud sobs, racking his body. "YES! Yes it all happened!" and he cried.

"I can make those memories go away, Mr Clarke," Mara said softly, pleased with the break through "But first, tell me what you did to her,"

"I…I shot her." He mimed picking up the gun in his fingers "Right in the heart, bang," he whispered brokenly, shooting the invisible gun in his fingers, watching as if in some sort of memory daze as the bullet flew out of it.

"Yes Mr Clarke. Yes you did,"

Jerome awoke with a start. And frowned, had he been dreaming? He looked around, he was in his room, it was about 4pm. He tried to remember his dream, but the harder he tried, the more he seemed to forget. He could remember nothing. He stood on shaky legs, walking into the bathroom.

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Mara felt awful. She felt worse than awful, she felt…there were no words. She shouldn't have said anything. He had promised he never used it, he had said it was only for protection. But she had freaked out.

It was just the look of it, the look of it in his hands. She shuddered, she hated it.

"Hey Mara!" came a cheerful voice. Mara looked up to see Ralph standing in front of her. Her first thought was; Phone the Police. But he wasn't doing anything, the other side of her whispered, act normal!

"Hey Ralph, how are you doing?" and she was surprised at how normal she actually sounded.

"I'm good. Seen Jerome around?"

"He's at afternoon classes," she lied. She would never tell this psychopath where Jerome was.

"Oh." Ralph frowned, peering at her. "What are you doing?"

"Taking a walk."

"All alone?"

"Yes, why?" she wanted to run now, run away from him, go anywhere else. But she looked around, there were people everywhere, running and playing. He wouldn't do anything now, surely?

"No reason." He shrugged "Would you like some company?"

"No." she said quickly "I-I…I need some alone time."

"Why?" he asked slightly menacingly

"Family problem." She lied through gritted teeth

"Oh." He seemed to buy her lie, eyes cooling "I get that, family right? They can be a right pain."

"Yeah," she laughed awkwardly

"A right pain."

Mara nodded, swallowing, she knew what Ralph did to his parents when they were a right pain. She gave him a wave, before carrying on. Trying not to run.

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"Nina?" Jerome asked as he walked down stairs. Nina sat on the sofa, cradling her arms "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Jerome." She sniffed. Jerome sat beside her, she was crying.

"Your arm hurts?"

"No."

"Let me see," she showed him her arm, it was covered with blue bruises. "Nina? Who did this to you?"

"N-no one. I fell over,"

"You fell?"

"Yeah," she nodded weekly.

"Does Fabian know?"

"No. And I would like to keep it that way." Jerome nodded, knowing when to mind his own business. He stood, about to head to the kitchen, when a thought popped into his mind, he turned to her

"You're not…you're not doing that yourself are you?"

"He wants an angel," she cried. Jerome's eyes widened. He ran to the kitchen, getting some cream Mrs Jock had given him long ago, and some white strips of cloth, he ran back to Nina, applying the cream "Ow, that hurts," she winced as he rubbed her arm

"Boo hoo," he concentrated on her arm, knowing the bruises would be gone soon. He took the white cloth and wrapped it around her arm, just so it wasn't so sensitive. Then he pulled her sleeve down "There, hardly noticeable."

"Thank you,"

"Who made you do this?"

"Ralph." She cried, burying her face in her knees.

"Ralph?"

"Yeah…"

"I-I…You said he wanted an angel, what does that mean?"

Nina shrugged "Please don't tell anyone."

"I won't." Jerome pulled her in for a hug, resting his head on hers. He looked out the window, to see Mara walking towards the house. "Will you be okay Nina?"

"Yes, thank you Jerome."

"It's fine. Um…When do you see Ralph?"

"Whenever I'm home alone. He knows our timetable Jerome, he knows all of our timetables," Jerome's look quickly turned to one of alarm. But he blocked it out, heading to meet Mara at the door.

"Hey…" he smiled, she looked from the stone path, seeing him in the doorway

"Jerome…I'm so sorry for what I said. I had no place, no right. I just didn't understand-"

"It's fine." Jerome cut her off. "Did you by any chance see Ralph on your way here?"

"Yeah," she nodded, meeting his eyes "I did."

"Come on," he nodded inside, she rushed up the path and inside.

Jerome locked the door and then swiftly pushed her up against it, pressing his body into hers. "What would have happened if he hurt you?" he whispered into her ear. Mara said nothing, watching him. He stroked her face oh so softly, before ramming his lips onto hers, roughly, hard, passion coursing through him.

Mara responded, unsure of his mood swings. But in some far part of her mind, she liked him all rough and worked up…it made him look…what was the word?...oh yeah, sexy. She blushed at the thought, feeling his hands weave into her silky hair and tangling them into it.

Mara slid her hands under his chest, heat emitted off of him.

"Cough cough?" Fabian laughed, walking into the hallway. Jerome and Mara pulled apart, Jerome wrapping his arm tightly around her small figure.

Nina walked in then; no trace she had ever been upset, Jerome eyed her carefully.

But Fabian and Mara were none the wiser.

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