The Theory. (A Jeff The Killer Story) (JeffxReader)

Chapter Seventeen. Goodmorning.

I opened my eyes. The room was dark. I couldn't move. I felt trapped. It was cold, and I was alone. No, I wasn't alone. I looked to the corner. His eyes. His blue eyes reflect off the moon. I feel him watching me. I see him stare. I smell the scent of fresh blood. I taste iron in my mouth. My scars were bleeding.

"I'll see you soon."

I woke up to warm rays of run across my body, indicating it was morning. My mind took a moment to realize I had just woken up from a nightmare. I realized I was laying down, and no longer leaning on the couch. I felt somebody playing with my hair. I rolled onto my back and looked up to see nick. Wait a minute. ...Looked up? Then it hit me, I was laying on his lap. My eyes widened and my face flushed red. I pushed myself into an upwards position and punched him in the arm.

"Don't do stuff like that!" I said.

"Ow. What did I do? Y'know, besides let you sleep peacefully." He said

"Yeah, explain why I'm laying on your lap!" I demanded.

"You fell over." He said. Then a smirk came across his face.

"Wow, you think I'm into you or something?" He said

"What- No!- I just mean, like," I stumbled over what words to say.

"Wow, and now I'm leaving you speechless? It feels like just yesterday you hated me." He teased

"Yeah, well, why were you playing with my hair then?" I said

"Because I wanted to." He said

"Seriously? I have to defend myself and you get to just say 'because' to my accusations?" I said annoyed.

"I mean, you just sat on my lap, your in no place to argue." He said. I looked down to see that when I pushed myself up, I had sat on his lap. My face flushed redder.

"HEY- THAT WS NO INTENTIONAL-" I defended

"Ah, can't you just go back to sleep? Your less irritating when you're asleep." He said

"Shut up," I said

"Just go to sleep." He said. A weird feeling came over me when he said that. A memory flashed through my mind.

"GO. TO. SLEE-"

Jeff's voice echoed in my head. I became uneasy at the reminder of what had happened. Nick seemed to have noticed.

"Hey, you alright? For a minute there you had the same look in your eyes that you had last night." He said

"Yeah just...remembering," I said. He put a hand on my back.

"Trust me, I'm not going to let anybody get you, alright?" He said. I nodded. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. I gripped Nick's arm, startled. He picked me up, took me off his lap, and placed me down on the couch. I was too scared to say anything. The door was knocked on again. Nick got out his gun and slowly approached the door, aiming his gun at it.

"Who are you?" He said at the door.

"Uhhhh...Who are you?" The person at the door replied. I instantly recognized the voice and ran over to the door.

"Mila?" I said

"Yeah, it's me. Is someone else in there or is your morning voice, like, super deep?" Mila said. I opened the door and Nick put his gun away. Mila looked Nick up and down and then back at me.

"Nice hookup, doesn't strike me as your type but good for you girl." She said. Nick immediately started laughing, I was not amused.

"No, uh, This is officer cowl, he's watching over me until I'm deemed safe," I said, ignoring the fact that Nick thought this was apparently fucking hilarious. He then shook Mila's hand.

"I'm Nick, It's nice to meet you." He said

"And I'm Mila, I don't trust cops," Mila said flatly.

"Ignore her she's mentally ill," I said.

"It's fine I get it a lot," Nick said, smiling. Mila then walked into my kitchen and started looking around. I sat back down on the couch.

"Hey, have you seen my phone? I can't find it anywhere." Mila said. My mind flashed through the memories of the texts last night. I didn't know exactly what to say. I was still the only one who knew about jeff.

"Um, no. I haven't seen it anywhere." I said. Mila looked at me with a suspicious look. I noticed Nick gave me a familiar look as well. I swear that man is a human lie detector.

"Alright, I might have left it here when I was getting your clothes, can you call my phone so I can listen for it to ring?" She said. I thought for a moment, Jeff had most likely destroyed the phone because he had used it, so what was the harm? I nodded and picked up my phone. I dialed her number and waited.

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

Suddenly the ringing stopped. I was confused, It usually rings longer than that. I looked down at my phone. A familiar fear came over me.

Someone had picked up the phone.