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Jerome's POV

I fought to contain my chuckles as I crept towards Trixie and Mara's room. I felt like pranking someone tonight, one of the girls. Nina was a no go, being in Fabien's room tonight. I had pranked Amber to many times, I needed to find a new target. Mara was away visiting Mick, how she got the school to agree with it I'll never know and Joy would just think I was coming onto her.

So Patricia it was.

Slowly I opened the door, slipping inside before silently closing it behind me. In the room, I could see the outline of Patricia on her bed, rolling around. I watched her for a few minutes, finding her movements rather cute. That was until I finally saw her face, silent tears streaming over her cheeks.

"N-No, please leave me alone…someone h-help," she whimpered and I felt my heart twist in pity. I quickly rushed over to her bedside, gently touching her shoulder. She flinched away in her sleep, whimpering again. This time I gripped her shoulder tighter.

"Patricia. Patricia wake up," I said quietly. Her eyes snapped open, the tears still falling as she stared up at me.

"J-Jerome?" she whispered.

"Yeah Trixie, it's me. I won't hurt you," I whispered back. Without another word Patricia launched herself at me, her arms trapping me in a tight hug. I was shocked at first, not used to Patricia expressing this kind of need to be comforted.

Wordlessly I rubbed her back, whispering comforting words in her ear as I waited for her to stop crying into my chest. Finally she pulled away.

"You ok?" I asked and she nodded. "Do you wanna talk about your nightmare?" she nodded again but didn't say anything for a while. I let her think.

For a while we just sat there, Patricia fighting to control her breaths as she clutched my shirt tightly.

"It was…Rufus, he found me again." I nodded, watching as her lip trembled.

"You don't have to say any more Patricia, I understand," I said but she shook her head. Carefully, she pulled me down so that we were both lying down on her bed, me behind her and holding her close.

I was surprised at the position she had placed us in, finding it more intimate then I figured Patricia would go for. Secretly though I wasn't complaining. Out of all the girls in the house, Patricia was the only one I would do anything like this for, otherwise I would go get Fabien or someone more capable of sympathy. The truth was, I was completely in love with the girl in my arms.

"H-He caught me while I was walking back from school and d-dragged me back to the warehouse he took me to before. There he…he beat me, saying it was my fault he lost the elixir," she broke off as she started to cry again, turning around to bury her face in my chest.

"Shh, it's ok. I won't let him hurt you Patricia," I whispered. And that was the truth. As long as I was still breathing, I would never let anyone hurt her. Soon she drifted off to sleep against my chest. Seeing no reason to leave, I pulled her blankets around us before I drifted off to sleep.

I groaned as I heard sniggering, clutching my pillows tighter to me as I tried to fall back asleep. My pillows snuggled closer to me, a satisfied sigh coming from it. Again more sniggering was heard.

"Aww look, they're sooooo cute together," a voice that sounded like Amber whispered. Finally I opened my eyes, wincing at the harsh light of the morning sun. "Shh! Shh! They're waking up!" the voice whispered harshly before all the giggling stopped.

I rolled away from my sighing pillow to see Nina, Fabien, Amber, Alfie and Joy all standing in the doorway.

"What are you guys doing in my room?" I groaned, rubbing my eyes.

"Your room? Don't you mean Patricia's room?" Nina said with a smirk. My eyes snapped open, ignoring the burn from the light exposure as I rolled back over. Sure enough, I was next to Patricia…in her bed…sleeping.

"It's not what it looks like," I said quickly, throwing the blankets off me but keeping Patricia covered. She groaned.

"Jerome, come back to bed…" she mumbled and I blushed deeply, hearing the others snigger.

"In a sec," I whispered before pushing the others out the door and closing it behind us. "I can explain,"

"Go on then," Amber said with a small smirk as she crossed her arms.

"Well I was sneaking into Patricia and Mara's room to prank Patricia when I noticed her crying in her sleep so, being the gentleman I am, I helped her and she told me about her nightmare and we just kind of…fell asleep. Nothing happened," I finalised. There was a pause.

"You were trying to prank one of us?" Nina asked.

"From all of that, that's what you took from the story?" I asked and she looked away. Fabien stepped up.

"Ok, Ok Jerome. We get it, you and Patricia didn't sleep together but you…slept together?" he asked and I nodded, sighing at his stupidity. Isn't he supposed to be the smart one?

"Well, now that you guys have caught up, I'm going back to bed," I finished, whirling around and going back into Patricia's room.

By the time I realised I was once again not in my own room, Patricia was already snuggled up against me. I wasn't complaining.

I walked down the hallways, not so secretly searching for a certain red headed Goth Pixie. I hadn't seen her all day and I was missing her company.

"Alfie!" I shouted as I spotted him coming out of the Drama room. He looked over to me and smiled.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Have you seen Patricia? I haven't seen her all day," I asked but he shook his head.

"No man, I haven't seen her since she left Drama two minutes ago to go back to the house to get her French book," I nodded, patting his shoulder as I turned for the exit.

"Thanks mate!" I shouted as I headed for the front door.

"Just ask her out already!" Alfie shouted as I pushed the door open. I shook my head at his idiocy.

The walk from school to house was short, but it felt a lot longer this time compared to the other times I had walked back. Something felt wrong. Every few minutes I found myself quickening my pace until I was full on running. I should have caught up to her by now and yet nothing.

"Patricia!" I shouted as I rounded the corner, the house in sight. Something on the path caught my eye, something small and purple. I stopped, panting as I bent down to pick it up. It was one of Patricia's hair extensions.

Patricia's POV

I struggled, kicked and even bit at Rufus as he dragged me down a familiar path.

"Let me go!" I screamed loudly. I was met with a slap.

"Shut up!" he snapped, pushing open the door to the warehouse and shoving me inside. I stumbled, scraping my legs as I tumbled to the floor.

Before I could fight away from his grip, he chained me to the wall like he did the first time. "Now I'm going to ask you again, where is the cup?" I glared at him before spitting on his cheek. His eye twitched as he wiped my spit off his cheek. He then slapped me again.

"Go to hell!" I snapped back, my face shielded by my hair. He chuckled.

"My dear Patricia you don't seem to understand. The more you insult me, the more pain I cause you," he said in a calm voice before kicking me in the stomach. I coughed but refused to cry. "Now, phone please?" he said, holding out his hand.

"I don't have one, you broke it the last time," I spat and he chuckled.

"Ahh, fun memories," he mused, heading for the door. "Now I'm going to leave you here until you come to your senses and tell me where the cup is," he said before leaving and locking the door behind him.

As soon as I was sure he was gone I pulled out the phone Jerome bought for me and dialled his number. He was the only one who I trusted to come help me, I needed him.

Jerome's POV

"Patricia! Patricia I know you're hiding somewhere!" I shouted as I ran through the house, searching everyone's rooms for her. I stopped in the kitchen, panting. She wasn't in any of the rooms and I had searched everywhere.

Sex and white lies,
Handcuffs and alibis,
She lays her halo on the pillow where she sleeps...
Her heart beats, red wine,
My toxic valentine.
Lays her halo on her pillow that used to be mine.

I jumped as Patricia's special ring-tone rang out from my pocket. I grabbed for my phone and pressed receive.

"Patricia I've been worried sick! Where are yo-"

"Jerome be quiet!" I heard her hiss.

"What's going on? Where are you?"

"Rufus got me on my walk back to the house and took me away. He wants the elixir…Jerome I'm scared," she whispered, her voice cracking. My heart broke for her.

"Patricia it'll be ok, I'll find you just stay calm," I said into the phone and I heard her breathing calm. "Now, where are you?" I asked.

"I think I'm at the warehouse again, everything looks famili-I think he's coming back!"

"What are you doing!" a voice yelled and I heard footsteps. "Who are you talking to?"

"No give me my phone! Jerome please help!"

"Ahh it's lover boy. Well Jerome if you want to see your precious Trixie again, then bring the elixir to the warehouse in one hour…or else," I shivered and would have answered, but the line went dead.

Patricia's POV

I whimpered as I sat in the darkness. It was the middle of December and it was 6.00pm so it was dark already. I hated the dark purely because it reminded me of this. I felt like I had when I had had my nightmare, only this time there was no Jerome to comfort me, to hold me and calm me down.

There was no Jerome to make me feel loved.

I backed up as the door opened and Rufus strode in, shinning a torch in my eyes. I whimpered again.

"Aww, don't be scared. As long as Jerome brings me the elixir you'll be free to go."

"A-a-and if he doesn't?" I asked timidly. I hated how vulnerable and scared I sounded. Rufus smirked.

"Then you might as well get comfortable," he stated before walking out and locking the door behind him. I sighed and stared up at the only window in the warehouse. I could see stars in the sky and sighed.

I remembered one night Jerome and I went for a walk together last year. It was partly clouded and Jerome was showing me stars before it started snowing. I shivered again, praying it wouldn't start snowing.

"Patricia?" my head snapped up at the hushed voice.

"Who's that?" I asked but I could recognise his voice anywhere.

"It's Jerome, I'm here to save you like the hero I am," he said in a smug voice.

"Time and place Jerome, time and place," I muttered.

"Right, sorry," he mumbled as his face appeared in the window. I grinned as he stuck his hand through. I reached up, taking his hand in both of mine and holding it to my chest. "You'll be ok Trixie, I'm here now," he whispered in the most caring voice I had ever heard.

"And how do you plan on getting me out of here?" I asked. Jerome smirked before disappearing from sight. A few seconds later the bricks around the window disappeared and Jerome climbed through.

"Ta Da!" he laughed. I lifted my wrist, showing the shackle that restricted me from leaving. His eyebrows furrowed before he reached into his pocket, pulling something out before grabbing my wrist. After fiddling around with the shackle for a couple minutes it popped open. "Voila!" he laughed again.

"How did you do that?" I cried.

"My own little tricks to get by Trixie," he said as he put a penknife back in his pocket.

After helping me through the hole, and getting himself out Jerome and I took off into the woods towards the house. Finally we had to stop by sledgers hill, my lungs feeling like they were about to explode.

Jerome was panting as well, our breaths coming out in cloud form in front of our faces. "Well that was something I never want to do again," he mumbled.

"Ditto," I gasped. We stood in silence for a bit. I stared at Jerome, the moonlight shinning down on him. "Jerome," he looked down at me and I threw myself into his arms. "Thank you so much," I whispered against his chest. I felt his hand stroke my hair while the other arm wrapped firmly around my waist.

"Of course Trixie, I'd do anything to keep you safe," he mumbled into my hair.

I pulled back to stare into his crystal blue eyes as he stared down into mine. His hand left my hair and gently trailed down my cheek, his thumb tracing it gently. Slowly he started to lean down and I closed my eyes as I waited for him to kiss me.

"Well well well," a cocky voice stated and Jerome instantly pulled back, tugging me behind him. We both watched as Rufus walked towards us. "Looks like my little captive was rescued by a nosy little snitch. Hello Jerome," he said snidely. Jerome sneered at him.

"Creep," he said back. Rufus didn't seem to appreciate this very much as he took another step forwards. Jerome backed me up a few paces. "Don't come any closer," he warned. Rufus took another step then stopped.

"Ahhh, snitch is playing hero. Well I'm sorry but I'm going to need Patricia back so…" he took another step and Jerome leaped at him.

I screamed as both of them were sent tumbling down the hill, the force of Jerome's tackle taking the both over the side. I ran after them, watching as Jerome struck at Rufus whenever he could.

They rolled over and over until they finally hit the bottom, both lying still. I ran, stumbling over a few times until I finally landed next to Jerome's still body.

"Jerome? Jerome wake up! Please!" I begged, brushing his hair away from his face. He didn't move. I stared at his face, not even his eye was twitching. I suddenly felt all my tears well up, all my repressed emotions for the blonde boy on the ground finally coming out. Placing my face in my hands I let all my tears out, crying heavily.

"Ohhhh, ow God that hurt. Trixie? Are you crying?" my head snapped up before I turned to see Jerome, leaning up on his elbows as he stared at me.

"Jerome!" I cried, leaping at him while my arms went around my neck.

"OW oh God!" he cried, one of his hands going to his side and clutching his ribs.

"Sorry," I said a little sheepishly. He smiled, his arm going around my waist and pulling me too him.

"It's worth it," he whispered before his lips landed on mine. He held me tightly and I all but complied, melting into his embrace. We pulled apart after a few minutes, Jerome staring right into my eyes.

"I love you," he said with complete sincerity. My eyes watered again.

"I love you too," I whispered. He smiled, pulling me too him again.

"I should comfort you when you have a nightmare more often," he said with a chuckle. I just buried my face in his shirt.

"I should have nightmares more often," he laughed again before hauling us both us.

"Come on, lets go back to the house," he said, wrapping an arm around my waist. As we walked back, something came into my mind.

"Amber's going to have a field day with this," Jerome laughed again.

Hope you enjoyed it. While it's not my best, it was just in my mind.