Killers can't love

Chapter 22

[If you want to read Ben's love story go read "Behind The Screen and In My Heart" <3]

~Hayley's pov~

"HAYLEY" Jeff pounded on the door. "HAYLEY, WHAT'S WRONG?!" Jeff demanded. "DID I HURT YOU?!" Jeff's voice shook. I sat in silence. "No.." My voice shook as i whispered. Jeff stopped hitting the door. "Hayley..." He said calmly. "Open the door" He added softly. My hand reached for the handle and I opened it slowly. Jeff's stare met my bloodied face. "W-Why" He studdered. Our stares met. "How-w" He went to touch my face but stopped and looked away. "You were crying..." He started. "But their was no tears... You burnt your eyelids off... Do you realize what you've done?!" He looked at me again. I opened my mouth to speak but more blood shot down my face and onto Jeff's hoodie, which i was wearing. I fell to the ground feeling dizzy. Jeff picked me up into his arms and put me over his shoulder. I stayed silent, thinking about all that had happened. Jeff carried me down the stairs and into the kitchen. He set me on the counter. Our everlasting stares met one another. He stopped looking at me and dug through the drawer. He pulled out a mirror. His beautifully white and bare chest moved towards me. I looked blankly at the kitchen floor, still thinking. He tried to hand me the mirror, but i just looked at him. He angerly shoved the mirror into my hands and moved it to my face. "LOOK. FUCKING LOOK AT YOUR SELF." He yelled. I looked in the mirror and then away. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS" His angered expression just stared at me. "What? you don't think I'm 'pretty' anymore" I scoffed. Jeff took the mirror and threw it against the kitchen wall in a fit of rage. It shattered every where. He turned to me and grabbed my face and began to kiss me. I lifted my arms to the back of his neck. His hands slid down my back and he picked me up off the counter. I wasn't sure what was going on with this phsyco love of ours, but i went with it. The kissing deepened and Jeff took me against a wall and began to violently make out with me.