Change me.. (Jeff the killer love story)

Step sisters

Chapter 34 - change me

I woke up suddenly. I felt like I was in the cabin, still. With Jeff... It was cold there. I looked around the room and was relieved that I was in my mothers home. I sat up, scratched my head, and yawned. The room was so big. The king bed was more comfy, then the hotel bed. No sign of Jeff.. He would of done something to me at night or broken in the house or something... And jack too! He's looking for me supposedly and wants to kill me. After I fell in the ice, I remembered everything. When we were small. When I got shot. His hand. Our kiss. But I don't want to live a life like that anymore. So I lied and ran away... Because that's the only thing that I'm good at.

I remember Sonia. And her selfish decisions. Jack must be making her feel like a princess. She's just like me. Stupid and easy. I took the covers off of my body and stretched my arms out. I got up slowly and put all my weight on my legs.

"Yes they feel better." I admired how wonderful my legs felt when they weren't aching. I walked to the drawers and picked out a really pretty sundress and some sandals.

"Today I'll look summer-y I guess." I smiled to myself. I grabbed a pair of undies and a black laced bra. I headed to the bathroom. I stripped, got into the shower, did my business and got out. I wrapped the towel around my body and turned on the nice stereo there is in this guest room. I plugged in the aux cord, and started playing the kind of music I like.

"How about some The Weeknd." I said to myself as I chose from the many amazing songs he has. I hadn't listened to him... In like a while. Ever since I was living with Jayden. Damn.
I clicked on 'Or Nah' and it started playing.

I changed into my sundress and threw the towel on the bed. I ran my fingers through my hair and began singing along with The Weeknd.

"Do you like the way I flick my tongue? Or nah, or nah. You can ride my face until you're dripping cuum..." As I was singing a heard a knocked on the door and literally jumped. I walked to the stereo and turned it off. I went over to the door and opened it.
My mom was standing on the other side with a huge smile on her face, holding a tray of food.

"Good morning sweetie. I made the maid make you some breakfast." She walked into the room and set my food down, she sat on the bed and looked over at me.

"Ooo, I remember when I had your body, like every guy wanted me. I would walk down the hall and people would think I was a slut because I was really hot. Haha." She laughed. I looked at her weirdly. I've never heard that one from her.

"Okay mom, what do you want?" I asked her. She's being awfully nice. I sat down next to her and she smiled at me again.

"I don't want anything. I'm just seeing how your body has changed. You look more like a women now. And look your breast are growing. And your butt too, when I was your age. I didn't even have boobs..." She kept on talking but I interrupted her.

"Mom why am I like this.." I said suddenly. She gave me a look of confusion.

"What do you mean?" She said. She put her hands on her lap. She is wearing an elegant purple dress. Her hair is up in a beautiful braid and her makeup looks perfect.

"You know what I mean mom. Why am I... Crazy? I killed dad... Why didn't you just abounding me. Leave me to rot. You don't deserve someone like me in your life. " I turned away from her as tears fell from me cheeks like hard rain. She must know the real answers., and why I'm crazy. She must know who my real father is. She didn't say anything for a while. I looked at her blue eyes.

"Look... Baby. Um your perfect in my eyes. I don't see anything wrong with you. But when I was pregnant with you I did drugs. I took Opana.. It only took one and I was on the hospital bed, trying to live. For the sake of you. I wanted you to live, to be brought into this world. And your father.. He was crazy, abusive. He had to take medicine to keep his anger in check. He had a mental illness." Her eyes started watering. It was different at this moment. I felt her pity and her sorrow. I wanted to say something... Like "why mom? You should of aborted me.." But I let her continue talking.