Love's Evil Laughter (Jeff x Reader)

This is Insane...

                The cold knife pressed against my neck. I gulped for what seemed like the last time....Nothing happened. The mad growled, pulling the blade away from me. He grabbed me by the arm and threw my weight effortlessly towards the path. I stumbled, barely catching my footing. "Just go!" He yelled once more, anger vibrated off of him.

                I stare at him, even though I see nothing but the dark silhouette of his figure against the low moon. "Go!" His voice boomed again, making me jump, then his arm swung, a silver flash catching my eye. I ducked, realizing it was his knife. "Ah shit!" I said as I stumbled to a run down the path. As I ran I could've sworn I heard a low chuckle. Who gives a rats ass? I ran as fast as I could, not stopping until I was at my front door.

                 I reach towards the handle, fingertips brush the cold knob, when I stop to think. What if he followed me here? My mom is gonna kill me...but he will too, just more literally. I make up my mind to get screamed at by my mother rather than chopped to pieces and open the door.

"(Y/N), where the hell have you been?" Mom yelled before I was even fully through the door.

"Got lost in the woods..." I reply quietly.

"Why were you in the woods?!"

"It's quiet there...I was doing homework." My jaw clenched in anger, not making direct eye contact with the she devil, hospital records say is my mother.

"Yeah, sure! I buy that. You're grounded! Go to your room."

"Whatever," I mumble, making my way to the stairs.

                I walk to the bathroom to take a quick shower before bed. Leaves wove through my hair, mud covered my back where I fell,I was just an overall wreck. As I took off my shirt, my eyes drifted to the mirror where I could see large bruises. Great. The school is gonna think I get abused at this rate. First my face, now my back. Though I could care less if they took me away from that woman. I sneered at the look of myself and looked away.

                As the hot water from the shower hit my back, I stared at the shower wall, lost in thought. I couldn't stop thinking about that guy. Why the hell did he let me go? He asked me why I wasn't struggling or whatever. That's what probably saved me. I think he was mad that I didn't. I sighed, stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself. I walked slowly to my room and put on a long t-shirt and underwear. Falling back onto the pillows, tears came to my eyes. Why didn't he just do it? I though before the darkness of sleep took hold of me.

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                The next morning, it was dark with clouds and raining. Mother left to go hang out with some girlfriends for the weekend, leaving me to do whatever. The term "grounded" was meaningless to me with her gone. I pulled on some skinny jeans, a jacket, and slipped on my shoes.

                As I walked out of the house, locking the door behind me, I questioned where I should go. I just didn't want to be stuck in my room doing nothing while I had the perfect opportunity to do whatever I wanted. I'm such a rebel. I rolled my eyes to myself and began walking down the sidewalk, not caring where I ended up.

                After I walked across town, probably a couple miles from where I started, I noticed a group a girls down the street walking in my direction, chatting among each other. I though nothing of it until I got closer and realized who they were. It was Jen and her friends.

                 I regretted every decision in my life that led up to this point and pulled my hood up to shield my face from them and quickly walked to the other side of the street. "Well look who it is!" I cringed at the painfully fake, cheerful voice that boomed from the other side of the street. "The emo bitch," Jen spat. I just kept walking, not even turning my head. 

"Hey! Get your sorry ass back here." Said  Jen

"Who does she think she is?" one of the girls said.

"I know right? Ugh, why does she have to dress so dark? It's depressing."

                Why do they have to keep talking? Its nauseating. I grit my teeth and keep moving. "Get her." I hear Jen order and, on cue, I begin sprinting down the street, the group of preps following. This is the exact scenario where I probably shoud've participated with a little more effort in gym class. How am I slower than these glitter covered barbie dolls? Aren't they worried they'll trip, or mess up a pedicure?

                I soon felt a hand grab me and yank me back, causing me to fall on my back. Jen quickly sat on my stomach as her minions held down my arms. She looked down on me with a gloss covered smirk. Her hand reached over and pulled up my jacket sleeve and she looked at my wrist. "Aww, is mommy not nice to you? Too sad to handle a few mean words? Is that why you cut?" Her questions were an intrusion of my privacy and her face was way too close to mine. The perfume on her was intoxicating in the worst ways. 

                I spat in her face. "YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Jen screamed, wiping her face as if radioactive waste was thrown on it. Even though it looked like it already had in the first place. I laughed. A hand collided with my face, a loud smack echoed between the houses. I gave her an unfazed glare. She stared down at me, enraged, before she began digging through her purse. Jen pulled out a tube of lipstick. What was she gonna do? Give me a makeover?

                Jen lifted the cap to reveal a blade instead of that red mush girls smear on their faces to be "sexy". My eyes widened. "Im going to give you a reason to have scars." She growled. Her arm slashed the blade at me, cutting into my arm. Not very deep. I screamed. Why now instead of last night? Well I knew she wouldn't kill me. Jen seemed unsatisfied. She pulled up my shirt to leave my abdomen bare. She slashed a few times, then lifted a had to hush any further screams. Tears ran down my cheeks. I hate my life.

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Had to cut this chapter off. It was getting too long x3 sorry. But hey, I'm getting right to work on the next chapter so it doesn't even matter. Thanks for reading.