Hypocrites: Jekyll and Hyde x Reader

Alley Cat

A/N
Warning! Violence cos it's not gonna be sweet until a little later. Tbh it's gonna be pretty hate filled and tense until the romance is earned. There will be romance nonetheless.

YOUR POV

"And you're sure you can handle being alone for the night? I promise I can stay, you don't need to-" you cut your friend off before she could finish, barely nudging her to the door.

"And I promise you, Lucy, I'll be fine. I can't impose more than I already am, for god's sake I'm already staying over."

Lucy Harris stops in her tracks and turns to you with a concerned look. She lightly brushes your hair out of your face before patting your shoulder. "Please don't think you owe me for this, you're my friend and I care for you," she says sweetly, making you feel even guiltier. She lightly pushes forward back into her home, "You're sick and I can't in good conscience-"

"Please... Just go to work, no one can "Bring on the Men" as well as you do," you joked, teasing her with the lyrics of her most famous number.

You felt horrible having to stay at her home after you'd been evicted for missing one too many days of rent, let alone be taken care of by her while she missed work. You knew how the establishment worked, having worked at the same place, and you weren't going to let her pay get cut because of your inconvenience.

She let out a soft sigh in defeat and smiled. "Fine, but I'll have someone pass by and check on you. If you lose so much as a strand of hair on your head I will come running back, show or no show," she giggled. Putting on her coat to hide the tight corset and laces wrapped around her form, she waved goodbye as she left. "Take care, (F/n)."

You sighed in relief the moment you heard her steps recede, dropping to your knees in exhaustion. You shakily wrapped your arms around yourself as you felt chills run up your spine. You were afraid she could tell your knees were giving out or that you barely had the strength to lift your arms. Everything felt like shit, for lack of a better term. Having been ill ever since you could remember, it was a surprise you managed to work for this long without dropping dead or fainting.

You stared at the door, thinking about your friend. Leaning against the wall as you sat on the floor for a moment. Envy could be the best word to describe it, how you felt everytime she walked out the door. Everytime she danced and sang to the crowd with as much vigor and strength you wished you had. It's not like you could anyway, from your weak constitution to your even poorer dancing skills.

No, your favorite thing was watching her as she performed while you wiped the tables or sat behind the bar. Her beautiful body moving gracefully to the music. The numbers were obscene and sexual, obviously, but it never stopped her from adding some class or refinement while she danced on stage. She was beautiful and you were jealous of it all.

Grimacing at the thought, you slowly got up and walked up to her room. It wasn't nice to throw a pity party with no guests, it was pathetic even. You admit you were jealous of Lucy, but you loved her more. She was truly a great friend to you, closer than a sister. Not only did she let you stay with her until you recovered, but even offered, insisted really, you stay in her room so she could check on you. With all she's done, you couldn't bear the thought of her doing more.

With barely any strength left, your body fell onto the soft mattress, tiredness and drowsiness taking over in seconds. You let your senses take over as you went to sleep, of the sounds outside, the sun slowly setting, of the warm breeze wafting from the open window.

•~•~•~ Time Skip ~•~•~•

The moon was high into the sky, the only light illuminating the streets of London. Very few were out at this time, whether it was because of how late it was or due to the murderer on the loose, who could say?