Ted Bundy is on the run for the Murder of Gracie Chathams, a student that was attending the University of Wisconsin.
He hides out in a Gay bar across town the night after, figuring no one would bother him there.
Thats until, Jeffrey Dahmer introdu...
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"Jeff, we need to figure out a plan" I said backing away a bit looking into his eyes.
Jeff did vile things which I cleaned up for him. What compelled me to do it? I had my own shit to worry about.
He reminded me of myself and instead of dealing with the reality of my situation. I wanted to help him, he seemed helpless like he didn't care if he got caught at all which was interesting to me.
"I think we will be just fine" Jeff tutted noticing my body language and backing away also "as long as we have each other" he said while going to look up at the ceiling. "I don't want to get caught" Jeff snorted, in response. I looked at Jeff, giving him a skeptical look before turning my body to also face the ceiling, matching him.
We both laid on our backs on the bed, looking up. "It doesn't matter" Jeff slurred. "It does matter, I will go to jail" I rasped and internally panicked because he took my hand in his that was resting at my side. "I'll go with you, I will turn myself in" He whispered.
We weren't looking at each other, but we were holding hands. Silence lingered between us and all I kept thinking about was at any moment, the police could bust through this hotel room and take us.
But somehow, in a twisted way being with Jeff made it less scary.
"Ted" Jeff broke the silence and I turned towards him on my side. My eyes wandered his face, taking in his structure and long lashes. As I stared, I noticed tears rolling down his face.
"What?" I whispered growing concerned. "I don't like what I am but I can't control it" "What do you mean? The murdering?" "Yes but also, I think I'm you know, Gay which is wrong" "I don't think it's wrong"
Jeff turned towards me, as if in shock that I said that.
"Really?" He whispered, it was hopeful like he was surprised I thought that way.
"Yeah who cares, I mean at the end of the day it isn't religiously right if you even believe in all that crap"
Jeff gave a skeptical look while looking up in thought like he had no idea how to process what I just said before leaning closer to me.
"I-I want a relationship with God I think it will fix me" "Okay" "Do you?" "No.. I don't think that way"
We both locked eyes and suddenly, Jeff was entangling his hands in my hair pulling me to press against him. "Kiss me please" he whispered and I nodded, giving into whatever this was between us. I didn't know if I was attracted to men or just Jeff but I couldn't stop myself as our lips touched.
