You excite me (Jeff x male reader)

Phone

I blacked out as soon as I hit the floor.

Y/ns pov

My head hurt so bad my vision was black. I felt my ankles tied up. Once what happened came to me I begin to pull what was hiding my vision off my head. I blindfold. I scoff and begin looking around I instantly remember my surroundings.
"Hello..?"

I whisper before slowly sliding off the bed the chain holding my ankle making sounds as I move. I walk around before noticing boxes, boxes that weren't there before.

I was in the basement of Jeff's childhood house.

It all began to sink in for me my heart beginning to beat faster and faster and panic began to take over me.

"Jeff!"

I shout my voice hoarse from yelling so much before. I rub my dry throat and stomp my foot.
This can't be happening

I look into the boxes and find that it was thi gs from my house, from my room.
My bed sheets and desk parts. My clothes and shoes.
I grip the pair of converse in my hands before beating my head with it a few times. I couldn't believe what was happening.

Their were other boxes to but I was to scared to look. I gasp before patting my hips where my pockets were before finding my phone. I smile there was no way that idiot forgot my phone. I flip it open before hearing foot steps above me.

I panic before sliding my phone under my pillow he had given me on the bed and I lay back down trying to calm my breathing.
The door slowly creaks open and I shut my eyes pretending to sleep. I couldn't see what he was doing but I heard footsteps before a small groan and the sound of him setting something down.

"I know your awake."

He grumbles before towering over me. My eyes slowly open and look up to him my heart no longer full of excitement when I look at him. But instead, fear.
I slowly sit up leaving the phone under the pillow and rubbing my eyes. Jeff turns around and walks to the middle of the big room and looks around.

"We godda set up the desk I took from your house so you have a place to sit..."

He whispers before opening the box of the Disassembled desk. I stare at him not bothering to help. He looks over at me frowning slightly

"I know you're mad-"

"Im pissed."

He sighs scratching his hair.

"I tried to give you freedom! You messed that up-"

"How!? Getting mad when you kill my best friend?!"

I shout before rubbing my sore throat. He rolls his eyes before taking a part out of the box looking at it.
It takes a while due to him being stupid but he gets the desk together and I lay on bed and stare at him.

"A little help would be nice-"

"Let me out and ill help."

He sighs before setting a chair at the desk.

"Good as new..."

He whispers before staring at me. I frown and turn away completely pissed off. He sighs and sits down on the bed.

"Y/n don't be like this..."

I say nothing. After a few minutes of staring at me he gets up and continues unpacking my things. My books and notes, my clothes and shoes.

"Im sure your don't won't mind, since he's never around-"

"Fuck you..."

I spit out. But knowing my dad he probably wouldn't notice. And if he did he wouldn't know where to look. What if I'm never found

I curl up in the bed and begin to quietly cry. I knew Jeff heard me but he didn't say anything as he hung up the clothes and other items.
After a bit he ruffles my hair making me slap his hand away, he leaves the room, and leaves me alone.

I sit up after I know his gone and I dig under my pillow grabbing my phone. I flip it open as fast as I can and call my dad putting the speaker to my shirt to muffle the sound of the ringing.
No answer

Call again

No answer

Call again

No answer

Leave a message.

"Dad- please help I've been kidnapped I...i don't know where-"

You've ran out of minutes.

"FUCK!"

I shout gripping the phone as tight as I could manage. I quickly type out my message to him.

Dad plz help don't know where I am in woods, can't call plz answer phone.

I close the phone quickly and look for a hiding spot to put it. He'd check my pillow, he's check my desk and under the bed. I quickly put it inside a shoe he had laid on the floor. A pair I didn't wear often. The chain holding my bakle rattled as I moved so I knew he knew I was moving around.
I sat on the bed staring at the show hoping it didn't look out of place or suspicious.
After a while I heard his footsteps
I felt my stomach clench and squirm in fear as his steps got louder.

Stare at the steps watching him walk down them my brows furrowing.

"You still haven't taught me how to cook-" he whispers rubbing the back of his neck with one hand before handing me a sandwich with pop tarts.