Deadly Love ( a JTK love story)

Chapter Three : Looks Can Be Deceiving

I watched with little emotion as my picture came up on the TV along with my information. Jeff got up and turned it off, saying, "We need to give you a makeover." I followed him into the bathroom. He took my hair out of the ponytail and brushed all the knots and tangles out. This is another thing I love about him. Since he has moderately long hair, he knows how to handle hair. After he finished, he asked me a question. "Do you trust me?" This couldn't be good. Yet, my life depended on this. "Yes." He positioned me in front of the sink, and flipped my hair into it. He then poured some sort of liquid all over my hair and scalp. I managed to sneak a look at the empty container on the floor. 'Cleaning Bleach'. Bleach. He then instructed me to step into the bathtub. He splashed more bleach on me, then a different liquid. When he dropped the container, it shattered. I parted my hair and looked at the label. Greyhound Vodka. I was about to step out of the tub when he said, "I'm sorry." I stared at him in fear as he lit a match and threw it into the tub, engulfing me in flames. I screamed, but he told me to stay like that, not to turn on the water. He said he would turn the water on when time was up. I collapsed to the ground in agony, but he didn't do anything. Then I heard him crying, and he turned on the water. I went from scorching hot to cold as ice. I felt Jeff lift me up, then wrap me in towels. He carried me bridal style to the bedroom and layed me down gently on the bed. He left, and I slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, most of the pain was gone. I broke free from the towels and managed to stand up. I decided to go find Jeff, and I found him in the kitchen. When he saw me, he jumped up and pulled me into the bathroom. "We're not done yet." He sat me down on the edge of the tub and began to hack off chunks of my hair. When he was done, my hair was a little longer than shoulder length, nearly the exact length his was. He turned me to the mirror and I was shocked. NY complexion was ghost white, my hair now jet black and short. It used to be light brown and down to my hips. I looked up at him. He must have noticed the tears in my eyes, because he hugged me. He didn't let go as he spoke, "They changed your case. You're not missing anymore. The story is that I kidnapped you. Its an abduction case now. We're officially on the run." He let go off me and I looked down. He kept his hands on my shoulders. "Raven?" I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. I opened a drawer and found a knife. This is the new me.