Killer Romance [Book 1] [Jeff the Killer x Reader] [JTK]

Chapter 25: Truth (Day 9)

From here on out, this story is unedited and will not carry the same tone, plot, or characterization that was developed in the last twenty-four chapters.

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"Good morning," you muttered with a smile on your face as you walked into the kitchen area to greet Jeff.

"Oh, hey!" he said, sounding a little stressed out. He was trying to do multiple things at once- Cook breakfast, set the table, and bicker with the airline services.

"No, I don- Stop. I can't do that- No. Just... I'm calling later- This is stupid," he continued to yell into the phone that he had up to his ear. He cursed and threw the small, plastic contraption on the counter.

"What's going on?" you asked, taking two plates out of his hand.

He rolled his eyes and complained, "Those stupid assholes want to reschedule our flight." He went back to the pan on the stove and sighed.

You placed the plates down on the table before you slugged over to the stove, motioning to take the spatula from his hand.

"No, I got it," he said, moving his hand away.

"You sure?" you asked, "You look really stressed... You can go sit down if you want." You stood waiting, looking up at him.

"Alright," he said after a moment, handing you the spatula. You took over for him, thanking God that you did. Everything was nearly burnt.

"If I can't figure this out," Jeff started, placing his head on his propped up hand, "We'll have to leave tonight."

Your eyes darted over to him for a second before moving back to your task at hand. You thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to go home. You wanted to spend some time in your room before...

"It's okay... Why don't we just go then?" you asked, mentioning that there wasn't anything to do anyway.

Jeff looked down at the table as he said, "If that's what you really want to do." He eyed his distanced phone and contained a heated argument in his mind, debating whether he should call back or not.

"Yeah... I'd like to go home," you stated, hinting at your remorse and nostalgia. Lost in your trance, the food caught on fire.

"(y/n)!" Jeff called, the first to notice. He leaped up and raced over to you, grabbing the pan and throwing it in the sink.

"Why did you let that happen? Are you okay?" he asked, turning on the water. It seemed like he asked that frequently- 'Are you okay?', 'What's wrong?', 'Are you alright?'; It was all the same.

"I'm sorry... I'm just thinking about something..." you mumbled. You shrugged it off, earning an angry look from Jeff.

"Can you be honest with me for once? What's on your mind?" he yelled, seeing right through you. He turned the water off after successfully putting out the fire. He then made his way over to you, pulling you close to him.

It was funny because he was the one lying.

"I... I want to know why," you muttered.

"Why what?" he whispered right away, giving no thought to it. He then answered his own question and sighed.

"You wanna know why I took away your memories... right?" he confirmed. You nodded, a look of lust and selfishness on your face. Jeff spared a couple moments to silence, taking in your feelings.

"'Cause I could have got your trust easier," he said, making you look away.

You figured that this was the reason why, but you were still confused. About to question more, you looked back only to be greeted with more words of surprise.

"I could have killed you easier if you didn't see it coming."

This broke you. You had it all wrong the whole time. While you were forced to believe that he actually loved you, he was only gaining false trust- the kind that can kill you in the end.

Fear running through your veins again, a tear forced its way to the surface. You tried to suffocate it, but this proved to be a failure.

"(y/n), stop crying... It's not like that anymore!" Jeff pleaded, "I promise you, I will never ever do that again." His voice was soft near your ear and made you feel a tiny bit happier. Still, you didn't know if believing him was the best option.

You wiped your tear away from your eye and looked into his. He looked pained and in agony, having a longing aura that was somewhat pure. You could see some truth in his deceiving eyes for the first time.

Allowing your temptation to take over, you closed your eyes as his face approached yours. Your fear was replaced with passion, and your suspicions of deceit faded quickly. All in one moment, you were able to let all your bottled up feelings escape and control you.

"(y/n)," Jeff said, pulling away, "I love you." He leaned back in, not giving you any space. You were forced to lean on to the counter behind you, your balance missing.

You forgot about everything that he was lying about and filled your mind with good thoughts; only the best. It made you believe in a false reason and helped you understand better. You started to believe him more and more as every passionate, lively second passed.

Jeff pulled back for the last time, allowing you to breathe. You looked at him from a different perspective. You saw life in his face- sentience- something that you hadn't noticed before, or it was just showing up now.

You intertwined your fingers with his and looked down at your interlocked hand. Then, looking up at Jeff again, you gave him words of hope.

"I trust you..." you muttered just loud enough for him to hear.

He smiled, nodded, and then said, "Good," with the weirdest, most sinister expression molded on his face.