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

Chapter Twenty-Three. Escape.

I woke up to feel someone shaking me. I opened my eyes and looked up to see jeff on his knees over my body. I was on the floor of the bathroom. I was startled for a moment, I had never seen Jeff's face in full light before. I could see his scars better, but overall, his facial features weren't bad. I took a moment to remember why I was on the floor. Then I started crying again.

"Hey, calm down, it's going to be fine we just have to get moving before somebody notices they're gone." He said. What did mean? He helped me onto my feet and walked me into the living area. Their bodies were still on the floor. He handed me my knife. He had put a bunch of different cleaning supplies on the table.

"I'm going to deal with the bodies since you probably don't have any experience with that. You just get the blood out of the carpet and anything else it got on. Make sure to use hydrogen peroxide." He said. Did he really want me to clean up a crime scene with him? Why was he helping me?

Jeff walked back into the bathroom. He took the plastic shower curtain off of the rod it was hanging on and lay it on the ground like a sheet. He then walked over to Mila and picked her up and took her to the bathroom. He dropped her on the sheet and then went back for Nick. He was too heavy so Jeff had to drag him. It disturbed me how casually he was dealing with their bodies.

I walked over to the cleaning supplies and poured some on the carpet. I put on some gloves. I didn't have time to mourn. I needed to get this done. I'm not spending my life in prison. I didn't want to think about what happened. I just wanted to run. I scrubbed the carpet, the couch, and the table until I was sure I had gotten everything out. I then collected all their possessions and put them in a trash bag. Jeff got a few things from the kitchen he was going to use to delay the decay of the bodies. He also got some duct tape and trash bags.

I washed my knife and then went to check on Jeff for further instructions. He was wrapping the bodies in trash bags and taping them up.

"You really did a number on this girl. They're going to need dental records to identify her after that!" He joked. I didn't find it funny.

"I'm kidding. Not like anybody's ever going to find her body anyways." He said.

"Go take all your research about me and stuff it in a trash bag. Then go pack your stuff, and pack light." He said. I did what he said without question.

I took all my paper research and stuffed it into a trash bag, then I took the memory card from my computer and put it in there too. I went into my room and packed some of my clothes, hygiene products, and other objects I thought would come in handy. I changed into a hoodie, some soft pants, and new shoes. I took my bloody clothes to jeff and he put them in another trash bag. Once he was done with the bodies he came out to the kitchen. He went through Mila and Nicks's wallets and took out all the money. He told me to bring my money but leave my wallet and cards here.

"Don't bring anything that confirms your identity. A driver's license or credit card will do that." He said. I nodded. He then took the sim cards out of my and Mila's phones and then left the phones on the table. He took the sim cards and put them in his pocket.

Once he thought it was dark enough, we took all the trash bags and my stuff down to a car using the fire escape. I don't know how jeff had a car, but I assumed he stole it. He opened the truck. Inside were multiple license plates from different states, gasoline, cleaning supplies, rope, duct tape, and a bunch of other super incriminating stuff. He shoved the bodies, my research, my bloody clothes, and Nick and Mila's stuff into the trunk, all in their respective trash bags. He took my belongings and put them in the back seat.

"Your sitting in the back, stay low I don't want anybody to see you." He said. I did what he said and sat on the floor of the car in the back seat. I noticed he had a box of masks in the back, as well as a first aid kit, a small sewing kit, and some clothes. I had no idea where we were going. I was just happy we were going away.

The only thing I wanted, was to get the fuck out of Idaho.