My Best Friend is a Killer (Jeff the Killer Romance)

Chapter 9

Hello! Many of you thought I had given up on this book... Well I kinda did for a while XD You all probably didn't even realize I had left Watty for a while. But I am back! And yes that means I will continue this book. And I will go back to the other chapters and fix my horrible grammar problem that I had. So for the moment you've all been waiting for.... Chapter Nine of "My Best Friends A Killer"

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It's been awhile since Jeff and I started dating. He's been.... Very... Protective. He won't let anyone near me. He has some major issues with letting me talk on the phone. He always gets in my face and is like 'Who is that?' 'Is it a guy?' 'Are you cheating on me?' 'I'm going to kill him' It gets really annoying. I know he means it in a good way but... I don't know..

"Savannah!" I sigh getting up and going to the bedroom, Jeff has been 'sick' since yesterday. "Yes?" He was in my bed, the blankets pulled up to his neck "I'm hungry.." I stare at him "Are your legs broken?" He pouted "No.. But i'm sick.." I sighed "Yeah yeah" I walk into the kitchen. I know it sounds like i'm being a bitch. But he's been treating me like a slave since we started dating. 

I started making him soup, it was the soup he hated.. But it's suppose to help you get over colds. And I NEED him to get over his 'cold' I don't know why I put up with him. I mean... I do love the boy.. But I shouldn't be forced to clean up after him and make him dinner all the time. I mean hell this isn't even his house and he just lets himself in. I didn't even give him a key! He just picks my lock. Of course I don't say anything because I don't want to upset him. Why you ask? I don't know.. Maybe because he's a MURDER. I don't want to end up like the other people who pissed him off.

I take the soup to him and hand it to him "Here you go" He smiled at him "Thanks" He took a sip of the soup and his face automatically changed to displeased. "What the hell is this?!" He threw the soup at me. Yes THREW the soup AT ME. I stood there in shock, covered in soup. "Hm?! Are you going to answer me?!" I glared at him "It's soup. That is suppose to help you feel better." He laughed and shook his head "Really? Because that shit tasted nasty! Fix me something i'll actually like." I stared at him for a moment. Was he actually serious? "Well? Go on!" I shook my head "Don't be an asshole. I am NOT your slave Jeff. Fix your own soup." I turned around and grabbed new clothes out of my dresser "Excuse me?!" I spun around "You're excused" I walked out of the room and into the bathroom. I locked the door and started to change my clothes.

I heard Jeff yelling from my room "Get back in here!" He was too lazy to even get up. Wow. I threw my soup covered clothes into the basket and left the house. I wasn't going to just let him treat me like that. He was way out of line. I'm not a slave.

I walked around town and actually talked to people. A lot of them asked me where Jeff was. I just said he was at home. It was nice to go out on my own again. I bought some Lemon Pound Cake, my favorite. I went to the park and sat on one of the benches in front of the lake. It was pretty out today. I smiled and watched the little kids run around the play ground. I wanted kids... But i'm not entirely sure if that will happen.. I might die before then.

"Is this seat taken?" I look up at the gentlemen beside me "Oh uhm.. No it's not" I smiled slightly. He sat down beside me "I'm Jason, it's nice to meet you" He held out his hand. I took his hand, shaking it "I'm Savannah... It's nice to meet you too" He looked at the lemon pound cake I had just bought "Is that what I think it is? Lemon Pound Cake?" I nodded slightly "Mhm, they made fresh ones down at the bakery. Would you like a piece?" He nodded "Yes please, they're my favorite" I smiled "Mine as well." Jeff would kill me and this guy if he saw this. But it's his fault. Maybe he should start treating me better.

After a while of talking and eating cake he told me he had to go to work. "It was nice talking to you, Savannah. I'd like to do it again sometime." He slid a piece of paper over to him with his number on it. "I'll talk to you later?" I nodded "Yeah" He smiled and walked off. Maybe this isn't the best idea.. I'm putting this guy in danger... But I can't help it. It's the first time I actually talked to someone besides Jeff.. I have a bad feeling about this.