I'll Bury You for This (Jeff The Killer X M! Reader)

Dance, Dance

August 20th. 3:35pm.

"Hey Y/N!" Gage greeted me at his front door with a shy smile. It had taken me no time to get to his house. He lives relatively close to me. I smile back at him. "Hey. Thanks for letting me come over." I adjust the strap of my backpack. "Of course, I'm surprised you-" "Well are you just going to stand there? Let your new friend inside!" He was cut off by an older woman's voice.

I assume that's his mom. Gage blushed and stepped aside. "Sorry." I was met with the soft smell of roses and was embraced by warm arms. I was caught off guard by it, stumbling back a bit. "Oh, sorry sweetie! I always get excited meeting any of Gage's friends." She pulled away from me, covering her face in embarrassment. So that's where he gets it from.

I take in the woman before me. She looks young, but I can see the faint smile lines grazing her soft, round cheeks. Her deep brown, curly hair falls down on her shoulders gracefully. She has Gage's eyes, and his nose. Well- I should say he has her eyes and nose. She's wearing bright red lipstick, and her off-the-shoulder dress matches it. She must be going somewhere.

"It's fine, I just wasn't expecting it." I reassured her. "I'm Gage's mom, you can call me Ms. Taylor." Ms. Taylor moved her hand away, a smile tugging at her lips. "Nice to meet you Ms. Taylor. I'm Y/N." I introduced myself. She giggled. "Oh, I know. I've heard all about you from Gage here." "Mom!" He whined, which I found really cute.

"What? I'm sure he's aware of how much you like him." She teased. I could tell they had a good relationship by the way they talked with each other, something I wish I could've had with my own mom. "Oh, I'm very aware." Gage's gaze dropped to the floor and he played with the end of his sweater. Ms. Taylor guided me inside and gave me a small tour of the place, showing me every room inside their two-story house. Their house is much nicer than mine. It's clean and it doesn't smell bad. There aren't even messy piles of random things everywhere. Once she finishes showing me around, we go back to the front door.

"I'm actually going to be late for my date, so I'll see you boys later tonight." She gives Gage a kiss on his cheek, to which he whines, swatting her away. She giggles and is about to leave, but she turns at the last second.

"Oh, Y/N. I know you're 17, but it'd just make me feel safer if I had your dad's number." My smile dropped and I started chewing on my bottom lip. "Uhh, yeah, about that." I glanced over at Gage, then back at her. "Can we talk, privately?" Gage seemed to take the hint, leaving up the stairs. Ms. Taylor shut the door, a confused smile playing at her lips. "Yeah, go ahead." I inhaled sharply.

The downside of making new friends is opening up about John and our situation. Most adults don't understand why I "complain" about having to take care of him. They all basically expected me to be alright with it, since he raised me on his own and provided me with the things I needed; as if you should be rewarded for the bare minimum. I should be grateful for the fact I even have a father, is what they wanted me to see; but I'd rather have no dad than a dad like him.

"There isn't any easy way to say it...but my dad has dementia. I'm sorry, but I don't think there's really a point, Ms. Taylor." I keep my gaze at the ground by her feet. My face felt hot as I spoke the words I never said aloud, and it felt like time around me had stopped altogether. I can hear the sound of my racing heartbeat, burning in my ears. Suddenly, her arms were around me and I was bathed in the strong smell of her perfume.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. I understand, don't worry about it, okay?" I feel her hand in my hair, rubbing my head in soothing circles. I stood there stiffly. I bite my lip hard, not trusting the sudden raw feeling in the back of my throat. I move my arms up to hug her back. We stood there for a few seconds, until her comforting arms eventually fell back down to her sides. I look up at her once more. Her smile had not faded, and she looked at me as if she could feel what I was feeling. I clear my throat. "Thank you," is all the words I could mutter.