Captured (Jeff the Killer)

I Almost Told You That I Loved You

~Jeff~

"I almost told you that I loved you

Thank God I didn't cause it would've been a lie

I say the damnedest things, when you're on top of me."

I look over at Charlie and glare at her. "I'm sorry my parents are calling." she mouths to me while answering. "Hey mom. Hey dad. What's up?" she says while looking at me. "I'm perfectly fine. No nothings wrong. I'm making dinner for myself and eating. I've been to Barnes & Nobles to get some more books and that's about it."

"I promise I'll be okay. And yes, I know that Jacob is with you. Tell him I said hey. Bye mom." after the phone call she sighs. "She never lets me speak. It's rather upsetting." is all she says, meaning to be quiet about it.

"I can kill her if you want." I say looking down at my knife, smiling even wider. "Jeff. No. Just because my mom doesn't let me talk a whole lot, doesn't mean that I don't love her." she says glaring my way. "Don't look at me that way babe. I may just have to cut a pretty smile in your face." I say threateningly. "Right. Because you're so evil." she hisses, grabbing my plate.

I smirk and grab her wrist pulling her towards me, not as hard as I usually would. "Don't test me." I whisper in her ear, bringing my knife up to her lips. "Do it." she whispers back, tempting me. "Make me bleed Jeff. Do it. Now." she hisses, right in my face. I stand up and pin her to the wall, her hands above her head, my knife pressed against her cheek, slowly penetrating her soft flesh.

"Do you still want me to?" I ask darkly, while watching her eyes fill up with some type of emotion. "Yes. Make me bleed. Now. I want to see the happiness fill your soulless eyes." she says, almost... seductively? "What's gotten into you today?" I ask, pressing a little harder. "I just want to watch her be happy." I smirk and slowly let her go.

"Okay then. I'll give you to the count of five. to go and grab something to defend yourself with, and to fight me back." I whisper, before I begin counting.

~Charlie~

'Why did I do this?' I think to myself, running off while I hear him count. "1." "Shit." I mumble. I grab a kitchen knife, the same size as Jeff's, and run down to the basement and hide in one of my parents cars. I hear him chuckle. By now, he's done counting. "Charlie..." he says evilly. "Where are you?" he holds out the 'u' in you. I stay quiet and try to even my breathing.

I hear his feet start to come down the stairs. I gulp and wait patiently. Luckily, my senses are a little more heightened since I'm color blind. I start to listen for any sort of breath or foot steps, only to come to the conclusion that it's dead silent. I start looking around the car and quietly sigh in relief. I lean against the car door, low enough so that my head and hairs not showing. After about five minutes of pure silence, I can feel my body relaxing. That's when I hear a three taps against the window I'm laying under.

I sit up at lightning speed and look behind me. There stands Jeff, smile and wide eyes against the door. I scream quietly out of sudden realization. He opens the door when he hears my scream and tries to grab my ankle. Luckily, I get kick his head away, pretty hard if I might add, before opening up the other door and climbing out. I turn to see him crawling through the seats, laughing like a madman. I squeal and start running, just to trip and fall on my face, against the stairs. Luckily, the fall didn't break anything.

"You're not playing the game right Charlie." Jeff hisses while grabbing my ankle finally and pulling me backwards. I stand up and tackle him to the ground. "You want me to play? Alright." I hiss, feeling an emotion I've never felt before. His smile widens as I straddle him and get ready to punch him. He grabs my fist tightly, before stabbing his knife into my arm. I let out a squeal and notice that it was just the tip of the knife.