You excite me (Jeff x male reader)

Mall

Waking up after my mom died never felt the same, I didn't get to hear her call my name when I woke up and I didn't get to smell the food she made for us for breakfast every morning. My dad did his best of course but there's only so much you can do when the love of your life is gone.

I refused to eat breakfast if it wasn't made by her, I couldn't bring myself to. I dressed for school and plug in my headphones and look out the bus window. Staring. I was tired, physically and mentally. I missed my dad, I wanted my mom back, I need her back.

School was the same, chatted with friends, hung around, and failed a test. Once again went back home and laid in bed for hours, woke up, and repeated. Over and over and over. No change, no excitement.

I was walking from the store with snacks, drinks, ingredients, etc, I felt eyes all over me. Of course, I've always been a paranoid person, this felt normal but during the day? In a public area? Looking around I see nothing but trees, bushes, and pathways. Biting my lip I walk a bit faster, I didn't wanna be a rabid raccoon happy meal.

"I'm home!"

  I set the bags on the counter looking for my dad, he was late again. I didn't mind but I'd wish he'd text. I miss him. Chicken parmesan for dinner! Putting on my apron my friend got me for Christmas I got to work, I was only cooking for two so it didn't take too long. Once it was done I put my dads in the microwave.

Our apartment was a cozy two-bedroom apartment with a bathroom then kitchen attached to the living room. I finished eating and I get a phone call on the home line.

"Hello? (L/N) residents!"

It stayed silent for a few moments before I heard moving, it was as low as possible and I could only hear small breaths every so often.

"Hello?"

The call was cut.

Weird, could've sworn I reserved this phone line only for family and friends, maybe a butt dial?

I put the phone away and clean the dishes it was a Friday so I was in no rush to do my homework. Eyes were all over me I felt it, I mean there was no way to get in the house. I'm overthinking it.

Throwing myself on my bed I flip open my phone texting my friend zander.
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Hey, u down 2 hang tm?

Can't dude srry gotta clean my house with mom

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I close my phone curling up. I was lonely I wanted to be with someone, anyone.

I fall asleep after a few minutes of laying alone. When I woke up I had a scratch on me, my window was unlocked. I bit my lip disinfecting the scratch it burned and made my whole body twitch. It wasn't too bad though it didn't look infected and it didn't look like it bled at all.

Just my luck though, what the hell got in? A raccoon? I search my house for any rabid animals and to not find any. I roll my sleeves up and start to clean the house spotless. Dad didn't come home last night, or he didn't eat my food- oh wait, he did there are a few bites out of it. Like dead ass bites, he didn't use a fork. He ate about half.

I threw the rest away washing the dish it was on. Afternoon rolls by and I'm left with a spotless house, I'm the only in within it though.

I lock my widows and open the curtains letting the sunshine in the house. I felt the warmth on my skin as I said that for a moment, but only for a moment I got back to work. My homework was finished for the weekend.

The house phone rang like it did the night before, I got up to answer it.

"Hey y/n! What do you want for dinner?"

It was dad!

"You didn't say hi to me last night...I miss you"

He only stayed quiet I could hear his car on the road driving.

"Sorry kid, I wasn't home! I stayed with a friend- I should've called."

I stayed quiet looking at the trash can thinking about the unknown DNA within the house I thought was safe.

"You weren't?"

"Nope! But I'll pick you up some food for dinner on my way home, what do you want?"

"U-uh...anything I don't care, love you."

I stood there waiting for my own dad to say he loved me, I felt like a fool.

"I love you to son"

He hung up, I felt my eyes watering and my fist tightening. Putting away the phone I rub my eyes and investigate the trash can. I should've thought there was something off there were bite marks on the chicken breast. Dad never ate like that, not that I know of.

There was someone in the house that was reckless enough to eat my food. Seemed to fucking enjoy it too. If they're reckless they've done it before if they've done it before...I'm gonna die...I grab my shoes and coat along with my wallet. I'll leave and wait for dad to be home. Once he's home ill come back and ill be safe...until he's gone again.

I'll figure it out when that time happens. Almost running out of the complex I walk to the mall a few miles down. It was about a 40-minute walk about 10 driving- but I don't have a car and the more time I'm out the better.

Once again it felt like eyes were all over me, I couldn't walk fast enough to lose the feeling. I just wanna get to the mall.