Paternal Bonds Shattered
Disclaimer: Do I need to say it? I don't own iCarly
A/N: This is the chapter equivalent to the PB chapter "Valerie helps Sam" and this details the events that happened before and after her confrontation with Jeremy. While also during. I needed to figure out why Gibby would let Jeremy near Valerie, and I figured something out. The title of the chapter is for Gibby.
Chapter 35 (Rage Boils Over)
Jeremy was speaking to Hector on the phone, his face pale as a bed sheet. He'd received news that his girlfriend, along with Gibby's and Nevel's, was dead. Hector had their sons and would be raising them. Normally he wouldn't care, but he had felt something strong for that woman. Perhaps he deserved this, for all the evil and vain things that he'd done. Hanging up the phone, he turned away and sped out, looking more like a devil than perhaps he'd ever appeared. He stepped in front of the two bedrooms and shouted.
"Gibby! Nevel! Get your asses up, we have to talk!" The men were heard groaning inside. Jeremy tapped his foot on the floor and waited for the two, growing ever more impatient by the second. They came out of their respective bedrooms and looked to him as though they were ready to kill him. Gibby was the first to speak, as Nevel still wasn't all that awake yet.
"What do you want Jeremy? What's so important?"
"Hector and Victor found our women and children." Nevel's eyes shot open in shock, he was definitely awake now. This was bad news, very bad news. Gibby froze and slowly shook his head.
"What do you mean? You don't think…"
"Our women are dead. Now Hector and Victor are going to raise our children to be just like us. Little, sadistic, cretins." All said with a gleaming, sarcastic smile. Nevel coughed as Gibby fell to his knees. His entire world was crashing down before him. What could they do? What could be done? Jeremy sniffed the air and felt a strange aroma begin teasing his nostrils. Who was cooking food at such a late hour, and why? His eyes widened as he swiftly turned around and stared into the kitchen, there was nobody in there. "Say, speaking of people who've got it lucky, where the hell is Valerie." Gibby rose sharply at the mention of her name, his mind quickly turning over to the defensive. He couldn't have Jeremy doing anything to her. Jeremy scanned the room with his eyes and growled when he saw the basement door cracked open. "That bitch! She's feeding Sam, isn't she?"
"Come on Jeremy," Nevel said as he watched Jeremy's chest start huffing. He knew what explosion was about to happen. "Cut her some slack for once, you know this wasn't the life for her to begin with."
"Shut the fuck up!" Jeremy grabbed Nevel's shirt collar and the weaker man whined. Gibby watched this display, then looked to the basement door, pondering whether he should go down and warn Valerie. "You're going to be on my side whether you want to or not, do you understand that? You've been on my side for ten years, so don't you dare start jumping ship on me! I am your fucking captain and you will listen to me! Do I make myself clear?" Nevel frowned and Gibby raised a curious eyebrow. Jeremy growled impatiently and shook Nevel. "I said, do I make myself clear!" Nevel whimpered as Jeremy glared into his eyes with a malice that burned brighter than the sun. He didn't want any trouble, and he certainly didn't want Jeremy kicking his ass.
"Yes! Yes, I'm sorry! I won't question you again!" Gibby rolled his eyes as Jeremy released Nevel, smirking with satisfaction. He wasn't going to do that with Gibby, because he knew well enough to know the difference between him and Nevel. Nevel wouldn't stand up for himself or the things he believed in, Gibby would, and when he did, he was as dangerous as a raging inferno. He needed at least one of the two men at his side, so of course, it was Nevel that was his sidekick.
"Okay, let's go have a chat with Miss Williams." Gibby breathed in deeply and narrowed his gaze upon Jeremy.
"Just don't take it too far, Jeremy."
"You shut up." Gibby rolled his eyes once more and the men walked into the basement. They heard Sam and Valerie chatting amongst themselves, it seemed that Sam had a little bit more strength in her voice now.
"Actually Sam, this was completely forbidden by Jonah, but I'm just getting a bit tired of waiting…" Sam looked at her curiously, chewing her food. "I want to run you through the mansion and get you out of here."
"Jonah's right, Val. That's too dangerous, especially if we run into the guys."
"Well…Hector's not here and you have that knife now, so it should be a little safer." Jeremy chuckled inwardly and motioned to Nevel, who nodded and moved towards the girls. So Valerie was thinking of betraying them? Well, he'd have to teach her a little lesson of ethics.
Sam's eyes widened and she nearly dropped her fork as Nevel approached Valerie from behind and cupped his hand over her mouth. She let out a muffled groan as Nevel spoke the words he thought Jeremy would want him to say. "So what are you doing Valerie? Cooking for this girl when you should be cooking for us? It's not acceptable." Valerie bit his hand and he screamed out, releasing his hold. Gibby smirked with pride and Jeremy growled as he pulled Nevel back and glared into Valerie's eyes.
"You're not betraying us, are you?"
"I was never with you to begin with!" Jeremy frowned as Valerie clenched her fists up. Sam swallowed and slowly reached into her pocket, cradling the knife with her fingers. She wasn't afraid of these three men, not anymore, she wouldn't allow herself to be fearful.
"Bitch…" Jeremy slapped her in the face and sent her crashing to the ground. Gibby's eyes widened and he closed his fists, he was so ready to dive in. Valerie moaned and her body shook as blood trickled from her lip. "You never help the fucking captive!" He looked to Nevel and motioned with his head towards Gibby. Nevel nodded and stepped behind Gibby, picking up a rock from the ground. Valerie's eyes widened when she saw this action and she called out.
"Gibby! Behind you!" It was too late, Nevel sent the rock crashing onto the back of his head. Jeremy smirked and Sam took a step back from the scene, she knew the danger of the situation now. If Gibby was out, that meant Jeremy could do whatever he wanted without risk of injury. "No! Gibby! Get up!" Valerie scrambled past Jeremy and landed next to Gibby, shaking him as her eyes misted over. Jeremy laughed and grabbed her hair, yanking her to her feet. "No!"
"Now that your little 'guardian' is out of commission, there's no one to stop me from doing what I really want to do to you." Valerie turned her fearful eyes upon Jeremy as he slammed her into the wall. She screamed out and he punched her in the abdomen. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget, and maybe you'll learn what happens to little girls who don't follow fucking orders!" She cried as she fell to the ground.
"Please stop! Don't kill me!" She held her arm above her face as Jeremy scowled down at her, ten year's worth of rage plowing through him. Nevel groaned and turned away, he couldn't bear to see this.
"Kill you?" He growled dangerously, his eyes glinting with hatred. "I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to fuck you over so hard until you lose every bit of hope you ever held." Valerie gasped as Jeremy pulled her up and slammed her back against the wall. "You see, Hector's little 'no touching' rule that he has? He's not here now, and he's not going to know about this, now is he, Valerie?"
"P-Please Jeremy, don't do this…"
"Let's see what your fucking boyfriend's holding out for, shall we?" Valerie whimpered as Jeremy grabbed her shirt and glared into her eyes. Sam's eyes widened crazily as she tightened her grip onto her knife. This was bad. She couldn't let them do to Valerie what Hector had done to her. No, that wasn't going to happen. Not on her watch. She growled vehemently and pulled her knife from her pocket, bravery coursing through her veins. She ignored every bit of fear she ever had, for now Valerie's life, her soul, everything about her was at stake.
"You leave her alone, you fucking bastard!" Jeremy froze and Valerie's eyes widened in shock. Nevel staggered around, gazing at Sam with surprise. This was new to them. Valerie's eyes reflected the glint of a knife rising into the air and crashing down into Jeremy's back. He yelled and released Valerie, crashing to the floor.
"Son of a bitch! Jesus!" Nevel cupped his hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh. This was going to be fun when he told Gibby what Jeremy had just done, along with Sam. Valerie sank to the floor, her eyes wide and shaking, her heart pounding and her limbs trembling. Sam stepped in front of her and glared down at Jeremy as he rose to his forearms and knees.
"Touch Valerie again and I'll kill you!"
"You…you'll get yours, bitch…"
"So will you! You better pray Jonah doesn't hear what you just tried to do!" Jeremy roared as he rose to his feet and glared into Sam's eyes. He heard a moaning and looked over to see Gibby, eyes closed, but lips moving.
"Shit, he's waking…" He would have to finish things up here anyway. It was too late to do anything with Valerie, plus he needed to medicate his wounds. "Fine then." He grabbed Valerie's wrist and pulled her up. "But she still needs to be punished." Sam saw Gibby waking and new Jeremy was a fool as much as he was stupid, and stupid, he was not. He wouldn't dare try anything with Valerie while Gibby was awake and there. Valerie whimpered and looked away from him. "I'm locking you in the highest room, away from everyone. You can come out when I say you can." Valerie screamed as Jeremy pulled her away, he ignored Nevel helping Gibby awake.
"Shit, what happened?" Gibby asked as he rubbed the back of his head, finally adjusting completely after several minutes. He saw Sam holding a bloody knife in her hand and raised his eyebrows. "Uh…Sam? What did you do?" He looked from her, then to Nevel. Remembering what Nevel had done, he growled and slammed Nevel against the wall, gripping his shirt tightly. "What the fuck was that for? You fucking loyal son of a bitch! You knock me out, and for what? So Jeremy can abuse Valerie somehow? Is that it? I'm going to kill you!" His eyes burned and Nevel whimpered. He didn't want to be loyal to Jeremy anymore, not after what just happened.
"No! I'm not with him anymore! He makes me sick!"
"You couldn't have figured that out ten fucking years ago?" Gibby slammed his fist into Nevel's abdomen, causing him to spit up blood. "Instead you listen to his every goddamn order! Well guess what…" Gibby gripped his arms firmly and Nevel whimpered again as Gibby slammed his knee into Nevel. "Once I'm done with you, I'm going to-"
"Wait! Let me say something!"
"Why the fuck should I let you talk? You never stand for anything, if I thought for a second you'd speak up for something you believed in, then I'd let you talk."
"I am! I don't believe what Jeremy was trying to do to Valerie was right!" Gibby paused, his anger at Nevel simmering down just a bit now as confusion and concern started to wash over. He leaned his head back some and narrowed his glare into Nevel's eyes.
"What was he trying to do?"
"He was trying to…he was going to rape her, but Sam stabbed him in the back." Gibby's eyes widened, his anger spiking up and shooting through the roof. Sam closed her eyes as he roared and threw Nevel to the floor.
"What? Where is he?"
"He locked her in the room upstairs, he needs to fix his stab wound up."
"The fucking bastard is dead!" Gibby charged through the door as Nevel moaned and collapsed, just wanting to lay there for a while now.
Gibby found Jeremy outside of the room he'd locked Valerie up in, he found his wound wasn't too serious and debilitating. He looked over and saw Gibby's eyes filling up with that raging fire that he hated. Gibby was seething, his chest heaving and his fists clenched so hard, one would think they'd begin bleeding. There was only one explanation for this. He knew. "Oh shit…"
"Jeremy!" Gibby grabbed his throat and slammed him up against the wall, making sure to apply pressure to where the knife wound was. Jeremy winced as Gibby began pounding his fist into Jeremy's abdomen. "What the fuck were you thinking? Knocking me out so you can try and get to Valerie like that. You're a fucking bastard, you know that?"
"I've been told…" Jeremy was trying his best to remain calm, as he really didn't want to get too into the fight. He hadn't done anything more to Valerie, nor was he going to. At least not right now. "I was just pissed off, that was all."
"That's no excuse!" Gibby backhanded him, then kneed him in the crotch. Jeremy's eyes widened and he let out a painful shout. Okay, so he deserved that one. "You're lucky I don't kill you, but the only reason I'm not going to kill you is because I'd rather not have to explain to Hector why I had to jump your ass! I can assure you if he finds out anyone of us killed another, he'll be more pissed off…though I'm tempted to believe that the reason for killing you is much more satisfying and would make it easier to deal with Hector's anger."
"Oh come on! You can't expect me to believe that you honestly aren't jealous of everything Valerie has!" Gibby narrowed his eyes and slammed his fist into Jeremy once more. He wasn't, he was happy for her. "She has fucking hope, she has a family, a life to go back to, we don't. Do you understand that? Nobody gives a shit about us, nobody's there waiting for us!" Jeremy's eyes started to tear up as he was finally opening up and showing his true fears and concerns. "We have no one. Now that our own women are dead, we really have nothing. Freddie and Jonah could fucking kill us and nobody would care."
"Nobody would give a shit if they killed Hector either."
"Exactly, and we've become so much like him…"
"Correction, I'm nothing like Hector and you're worse than the fucking guy. At least he has his morals, as weird as some of them are." Jeremy screamed as Gibby shook him and slammed him several times into the wall, still pissed at him. "So you want to go on, I don't want to hear it! What you've done is inexcusable! Unforgiveable!"
"I'm sorry!"
"Apologies won't do shit for you! If Freddie and Jonah actually do find us, which I don't think they will, I'll gladly put you in front of Jonah and watch him have fun blowing your fucking brains out on the floor!" Gibby raised his hand and Jeremy closed his eyes, looking away and expecting him to punch him yet again. Wasn't he bloody enough, now? Gibby pointed his index finger out and grabbed Jeremy's face with his other hand, turning his gaze toward him and clenching tightly on the man's face. "If you touch her again, if you do so much as speak to her, I'm going to throw you down these stairs and watch your neck snap. I'll torture you so fucking badly that it'll make Sam look like we've been treating her like a fucking princess for ten years. Do I make myself clear?"
"Please…" Gibby chuckled once and narrowed his eyes. Jeremy was begging now, was he? It was good to know he was finally getting through to the sick fiend.
"I said do I make myself clear?"
"Yes! I won't do anything more to her! I swear it!" Gibby let out a grunt and through Jeremy to the ground, kicking him sharply one last time for effect. Jeremy cried out as Gibby placed a foot onto Jeremy's back.
"Good. Oh, and the same thing goes for Nevel too. God knows that little prick needs some help." Jeremy huffed and panted as Gibby turned him onto his back with his foot, then began walking off. He was satisfied with the turnout. Jeremy watched Gibby's departing figure as his vision began turning black.
Next chapter, the battle for the girls begins, and we see Jeremy's fall in "Jeremy Muerte Solamente"