Kindly as I May, I Slay

Chapter Three: Night Time Lasts Long

I sit on the floor having my legs under me. I hear the door open a jump.

"Your mom's room is kinda cool. Bigger than yours." He busts in with a towel over his neck.

"You went in her room?!" I angrily say.

"Whatever. She sleeps hella hard. Not like a snap is gonna wake her up." He puts the towel over his hair and starts trying to dry it off.

His hair is glistens when it's wet, and he now smells like lavender and iron.

Will that scent of blood ever get off him? Probably not since he's a murder. Also, he's... kinda hot.

"You're staring. Why?" He snaps at me.

I blink my eyes away, a bit rude too. "Sorry." I mumble.

Jackson walks towards my bed and grabs the top cover, throwing it off.

"W-what are you doing?!" I ask running over.

"Your body fluids are all on the covers. You have anymore?" He dusts off his hands asking.

"Uh.. um- just a moment. I have a extra in Mom's room-" I watch him for a moment as he rolls his eyes and messes with his damp and messy hair.

"Okay.... go get it." He tells me.

I nod and walk out the room, tip toeing to Mom's room. I silently open her door to find her snoring as loud as an ogre. I nervously walk to her closet and open it, slowly grabbing a cover. I take myself back to my room and close the door, locking it.

"I found an extra- uh." I walk in finding Jackson asleep on my bed facing the wall. I wonder if he still wants the cover.

I cautiously walk over pulling the cover over partly before he suddenly pulls a knife on me. "Uh... it's just me."

He turns over, looks at my face, then turns back putting his knife away. He's sort of a jerk, but he has bags under his eyes. I wonder when's the last time he slept.

I look at a spot beside him. Oh God, am I supposed to sleep beside him? A murder? But.. he looks around 17 or so, but either way he has a knife beside him and I don't know where he put his gun. I gulp. Sleeping with a killer.. sounds cool, but scary.

I turn off the light and see Jackson move more giving me space on the bed. Thankfully it's a king size.

"Are you gonna get in or not?" He suddenly asks. I flinch.

"Uh- y-yeah. Yeah!" I mumble hurrying in bed with him.

As I stare at the ceiling for a couple of seconds he turn over to me, and I look. Our eyes meet. Half of his face is buried in the pillow, and part of his messy hair fell over his face and eye. Handsome...

I blush turning my face back forward. I shut my eyes.

"Hmm.." he groans. "Mmmmmm..." Again. "Hmmm..mmm." And again.

"What?" I answer trying to fall asleep.

"You're not scared or anything?" He asks in a serious tone.

I look over a bit. "You already did what you did to me, and didn't kill me."

He sits up a bit more looking straight at me. "Yeah?" He lifts up his hand and makes a fist over and over. "I wanna kill something."

My chest sinks in. "Um.. nice." I turn over.

His hand falls on my head and he smirks. "Nice?" He clicks open his knife and puts it up to my face. "Eheheh." He licks his lips placing the knife down to my shirt.

I take in a deep breath and close my eyes accepting my fate. Then something touches my lips. I peek open an eye seeing Jackson kissing me. I blush as he stops and looks at me.

"Wha...what was that for?!" I ask covering my face.

"I don't even know. Something just got into me. Either way, it stopped my urge for now." He says sitting his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes.

I'm so embarrassed. Why did he just do that?

"Jackson?" I look over seeing him asleep finally.

I move my hand to his hair and softly rub it. He didn't wash it, so it feels so rough and damp. He's handsome, a bit too handsome to be a murder. I touch his cheek and smile from how soft it is. He makes a stressed face and I remove my hand and quickly turn around closing my eyes. He then starts breathing very audibly.

He wakes up suddenly and I shut my eyes wider. Please don't catch me. Please go back to sleep.

He take a hard breath and dives back under the covers. I sigh just enough like a small breath. I start feeling his hands wrap around my waist, having his head rest on my shoulder.

I wonder if I'm ever going to have rest either, but at least I know why Jackson has long nights. Whether it's killing innocent people, or getting woken up by a bad dream.