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Written
12/6/20
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•|| 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏'𝚜 𝚙.𝚘.𝚟 ||•

Annoying bitch 

where are you
Jeffrey WHERE ARE YOU
ANSWER NOW
JEFF
 

Holy shit
Wait a minute 
Tf do you want 

 where
Are 
YOU

AT YO MAMA HOUSE
Oh wait 
Lol

I'm being serious you little shit 

I'm at your toys house
Should I drag her ass back 
to shit face

Why the fuck are you still over there
Leave now 
And dont it's to soon

To soon my ass aaron practically 
throw himself on her
This is BEGGING for her to get this over with 

Not your call jeff it's how ever he wants to do it
So get your ass here now before you get it nexts 
He isn't in a good mood 

Ok

Is aaron still here

Nope idk where's hes at
She did stab him so he's either dead or fixing himself up

Did anything else happen 

I recorded it 
And oddly enough her parents didn't check up on her 
Seems odd to me

Interesting 
Read

I put my phone in my pocket as I turned back to her, her face was turning red by her head dangling on the side of the bed. Being the good person I am, I moved her body now her head is resting on the pillow. I won't want her to die just by something stupid as loss of circulation 

Now that I'm here your life will be more meaningful 

I'll torture you slowly and carefully 

Your blood will be in my hands only 

Ugh I can't wait I'm getting more excited thinking about it 

" I'll be your reason for living.." I mumbled to myself as I dragged my knife across her face, not deep enough to cause any bleeding " welp need that extra cash " getting off the bed I wondering around the room looking through everything that might be worth something 

•||Y/n p.o.v||•

" holy fuck- I feel like my head will fuckn explode..." painfully siting up I rubbed my head I froze when I left a some liquid on my forehead. My hands begin to shake as I brought it in front of me "blood!" Rushing out of bed I ran inside the bathroom, once I turned on the light my eyes widened in horror, my face was practically covered with blood " h-how did this- oh god... did jeff do this? He...he had to... he's a fuckn sociopath for God's sake!" 

Tears rushes down my cheeks causing some of the dried up blood to wash down my face onto my shirt. My trembling hands slowly touched the nails Mark's on my cheek then the medium size cut on my forehead.