Secret Desire {Jeff The Killer Story}

Chapter Six -Edited-

Third POV

"Poor girl...she's the only survivor of that horrific car accident."

"On top of that, her family doesn't even want her.."

"She's only seven and has to be placed in foster care..."

"We all know how disastrous the system is...another bright future lost."

"Such a pity-"

Eboni jolts awake, whimpering at the pain in her stomach. She slowly leans her back against the back of the hospital bed. She takes a second to scan her surroundings. The teen curses under her breath, she truly hates hospitals. It's where people go to die, a complete death house.

Doctors don't care, it's all about a paycheck. She knows this hospital bill will cost her a fortune. Eboni's hateful thoughts were cut short by the her hospital door opening, two detectives, a nurse, a doctor, and two other strangers dressed in casual clothing.

"Miss Eboni, my name is Detective Smith. I'd first like to say that I'm sorry for your families dea-"

"Foster family." Eboni interrupts, staring down at her resting on her lap.

"Right...Anyways, we would like to question you if you're feeling up to it." Mr. Smith said as the nurse begins checking Eboni's vitals.

Eboni yanks her arm away every time the nurse tried to touch her. The doctor picks up a needle with white liquid inside. The male gives the teen warning onceover, making her comply to them. Eboni loathes being touch my anyone of the medical profession- well every human included.

With a heavy sigh, Eboni nods her head now feeling extremely tense from the nurse drawing blood and replacing the bandages over the stab wounds and cuts after cleaning them.

"So...explain to us the events that took place that night in your own words."

Eboni looks at Mr. Smith, mostly focusing on the tall lanky detective who has yet to say a word. Though he doesn't speak his eyes speaks volumes. Whatever Eboni said, he won't believe in the slightest. The teen can't help but smirk at that look. A look she's always had to face from superiors.

"It was my birthday. I decided to treat myself since everyone forgot. I stole Melissa's credit card and did a bit of shopping. Though...he was watching me that whole time too." Eboni trails off, staring up at the ceiling with hollow eyes.

The lanky male finally speaks, "Who was following you?"

"Jeff. Jeff the killer. You guys may say he isn't real but I saw him, with my own eyes. Fought him, with my own hands." The teen said, gripping her bed sheets tightly.

The lanky detective is the first to show how he feels. He's surprised, but his eyes hold an unknown anger that peaks Eboni's interest. "Why didn't you go to the police!?"

"Michael! You can't shout at the victim like that!" Mr. Smith scolds.

"Suspect. She is a suspect." Michael corrects him, moving to lean on the wall crossing his arms over his chest.

A light bulb goes off in Eboni's head then. Michael is young looking, she figures he joined the force just to get some sort of revenge on Jeff. The killer must've took someone important to him. Does she care though, not at all. In fact she finds the ironic situation laughable.

"Well Michael, who would believe me? I had no proof and melissa would've been pissed. I just...had enough of her shit so I didn't say anything." He grumbles, tracing her still healing spilt lip with her fingers.

Smith took notice of that but decided to not say anything. "Anyways, he's been watching me the moment we moved into his old home. He'd stand cross the street, staring at my window all night. I didn't care. I just knew he wouldn't make a move."

"You must be a fan of his huh? That has to be the reason why you didn't say anything!" Michael snaps which earns a slap upside his head by smith.

"Sorry about him, please continue." Mr. Smith said kindly.

"Mhm, anyways Melissa and I got into another fight about her credit card. That's where I got this busted lip from."

"So that wasn't Jeff, noted." Smith said as he writes the information down onto his notepad.

"Yeah. The lip and black eye was melissa. Later that night I went to the skate park to try out my new rollerblades. Jeff was there too, but he didn't approach me. He left early though, normally he would follow me home so I found that odd. But once I got home, those questions were answered." The girl chuckles bitterly.

"Ok, now what all did he say to you? Did you ask why he targeted you?" Michael asks, finally sounding a bit more calm but that sharp look in his eyes never changed.

Eboni turns her head to finally lock her eyes with Michael, her burning gaze unnerving even for the detective. "He called me a coward for not having the guts to murder them...and he was right. That family..those fuckers made my life worse than it already was. I was supposed to be given love, given help- but I was just a fucking tool to make that bitch look good. She said it herself, those were her last words before Jeff killed her. The other three were already dead when I got there. After she died the two of us fought and the rest is...history." she sighs, an odd glint returning to her rather dark eyes.

Michael notices and begins seething. "Wow....you really are a sick. I get your life has been crap but that gives you no right to fantasize over something so horrific! Who's to say you wouldn't have killed them yourself if Jeff never did?!" He shouts, hands clenching into fist.

Eboni laughs. The girl breaks out into a full fit of unhinge laughter. When she calms down, she's met with a bit of shaken expressions- except for the two strangers who still haven't spoken yet.

"Because I'm a coward! I told you what Jeff said. I don't have the guts. I would've never  had it. I could only hope...fucking wishing they would drop dead. Funny...how a infamous serial killer was the one to answer said wish." She mumbles, feeling exhausted thanks to the pain medication given by the doctors.

"And that's why you're a suspect!"

"Was." Mr. Smith said flatly, frowning at Michael.

"What!? But she might as well could've been his accomplice!" He shouts, face red with anger.

"Jeff's blood was found at the crime scene. He left her for dead with those wounds. If we were a few minutes late she would've bleed to death. She a victim, Jeff the killer's only survivor. And because of that-"

"You'll be place in our care." The middle age woman said, being one of the two strangers.

Eboni moves to lay down, curling up in her blankly. "Yeah sure...whatever." she grumbles.

The woman smiles softly, the male moving to stand closer to her. "My name is Tiffany and this is Daniel. We're your new foster parents."

"Despite what you've been through with your previous one, these two are the most trusted within the foster system of this town. Not one child has ever complained."

"Maybe because they've been to scared to." Eboni chuckles, glancing at her new parents before closing her eyes. "We'll see if I match up to your shitty statistics." She said softly before slipping into a much needed deep slumber.

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