Love Me, My Murderer (A Jeff the Killer fanfic)

The Live Fear Death

I woke up looking at my singing alarm clock.

I went to turn it off and saw that I had a new message from the school. I quickly opened it up and began to read it.

'School cancelled today on account of the murder last night school will begin again as soon as the police think it is safe enough. Have a good day.'

I sigh and put my phone down deciding to go to sleep.

I wake up to the smell of cooking pancakes. I smiled thinking, moms home.

I get out of bed and make my way to the kitchen. The sent of pancakes getting stronger.

When I finally reach the kitchen I see my mom in a little apron and roll my eyes at how cliche she looks.

Once she sees me enter the kitchen she runs up and hugs my small frame as hard as she can.

"I'm so glad you're okay," she said stroking my head.

"Yeah yeah mom I'm fine."

"Here," she says turning around to grab a stack of pancakes for me. "Eat up."

*Later that Night*

"Okay I'll be back first thing on the morning. Are you sure you will be okay?" She asked for the thousandth time today.

"Yes mom I'll be fine." he said rolling my eyes. "Now go, your gonna be late." I said ushering her out the door with a little wave of my hand. Not even looking up from the computer.

"Fine, love you sweet heart." She said basically running out the door with her stuff in hand.

I go back to playing Minecraft on the computer and enjoy the rest of my time alone.

I know I should be scared about Jeff coming back, but I wasn't. I didn't tell my mom either because I knew she would flip and make me stay at someone's house.

I play for a while longer before deciding to order some Chinese food.

I call the place tell them what I want, then ask them to deliver, I tell them my address.

After 20 minutes I hear a knock on the door. I went to open the door, but instead of the delivery guy its Jeff.

I just stare at him, till I see a car turn down my driveway.

'The delivery guy!' I thought. I quickly grabbed Jeff's blooded sleeve and pull him inside and shut the door fast behind me.

"Hide," I whisper to him and he right away walks towards my kitchen and the doorbell rings.

I slowly open the door and peak out to see the delivery guy standing on my front porch.

"Hi" I mutter quietly.

"Hello,"

"That will be 13.76," he said well looking me up and down.

'Crap, I left my money in the kitchen' I screamed at myself verbally.

"Okay one second," I mutter well turning around to walk towards the kitchen. I hear a door shut behind me. 'Did he just walk in my house' I turn around to see him standing there looking at me up down with a satisfied look on his face.

"You're a cutie," he smiled menacingly well walking towards me. Once he was a foot in front of me he grabbed my arms and held them at my side.

"Let me go!" I yelled, struggling in his grip.

"Raven are you okay sweetie." I heard Jeff's dark voice in the kitchen. I felt the shiver run up my spine from his voice.

I saw the fear in the man's eyes as he dropped me and ran toward the door.

But the floor wasn't that soft.

My head had collide with the floor.

I heard footsteps walk toward me, and suddenly Jeff was by my sat trying to sit me up.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking at me up and down worriedly.

"I think so..." I mumbled trying to stand up only to stumble back down to my original position.

"No you're not. Look." he said reaching around to the back of my head with his hand. He barley touched my head when I cried out in pain.

"Sorry," he muttered not looking at me. He scooted behind me and started to pull my hair away from the place where my head was aching.

"Do you have a first-aid kit?" He questioned.

"Yeah, down the hall, first door on the right, under the sink."

He started to get up but instead he hooked his arm under my leg, the other behind my back and picked me up.

He carried me  without a word.

I could feel his heart beat and every breath.

He never said a word even as he set me on the bathroom counter and started shuffling through my cabinets searching for the first aid kit.

After a few more seconds of struggling he finally turned around first aid kit in hand.

He doesn't say a word, but he quickly pulls me of the bathroom counter and into his arms he carries me bridal style towards room and sets me down on my bed.

He moves to sit behind me and and spreads his legs on either side of me so I'm leaning against his chest. He  suddenly starts moving my hair away from the wound on my head and starts cleaning the blood away.

I don't say a word I just sit there.

And after what feels like hours.

I fall asleep in the arms of a killer...