I woke up as the bed shook and rolled over. I bumped into something solid and opened my eyes. I looked up and saw the white leathery face that belonged to Jeff The Killer. When my eyes met his I was startled by his maniac looking expression. I lurched back and fell off the side of the bed banging my head on the night stand. He chuckled a very normal sounding chuckle and I collected myself and got back into bed. I read the alarm clock, it was only 3 a.m. I had just gotten off of work four hours ago. hadn't I? I faced Jeff in the bed and he pulled me
into his chest. I let him. It was better if he liked me, safer. I couldn't stand mulling over it in my mind anymore.
I asked, "How long was I asleep?"
"After I brought you here?" he answered my question with a question I noted.
I nodded.
"Two days," He replied.
"Are they looking for me?"
"Everywhere." When he said this he stiffened.
I looked up at him, "Can I..."
He cut me off, "Not a chance."
And he gave me such a stern look I didn't dare argue. Who would argue with a killer anyways. I remembered how easy it had been for him to pin me and fight off my struggle. It didn't phase him, it seemed liked he was going through the motions.
"More than 34." I whispered into his chest.
"Much more," he said blankly.
I looked into his unblinking eyes. This man was a brick wall, he was stolid.
"Go to sleep," he whispered.
And he stroked my hair until I did exactly what he'd told me to do.
