My Protector And My Love, Jeff The Killer

Part 4:

( when she is scared or lying she will stutter)
"y-you, why, why are you h-here?" "don't you miss me, gosh who am I kidding I know you miss me." I thought I'd see this man ever again. He was with my mom when I was around 8 years old and when my parents split, I hate this man. You may be wondering why, he abused me and not just hit, the police in California, Texas, Colorado and Oregon which is where I live, but they are looking for him, he's a wanted sick sick man. "y-you c-can't be here". "does it look like I care, now come here my sweetie and lets catch up, we haven't played the game in a long time." "l-leave now, or or" I looked around my room and saw my phone "ill call the police" " oh no you wont." he started coming towards me and I remembered that I had a knife in my hands, I looked at it and by the time I looked up he was in front of me. I spit in his face and started running to my door he somehow got there before me, so I started for the window. I reached my window and looked at the part of the roof that was in front of my window. "you wont jump out." I turned around and saw him smirking at me. "I-I will if I have to." I tried to song like I wasn't scared but I was. He started walking towards me. "ill stab y-you if you come any closer." "hah you wont stab me" he stared coming closer and closer so I swing the knife and it cut his arm. "ugh you b*tch" he he started was really close so I crawled out the window but he grabbed ahold of my long black hair, "this brings back memories hah" I turned and stabbed his hand he let go of my hair and I started falling off my roof. I went over the edge and I expected to hit the ground but I hit into something, and knocked it to the ground in the process I cut the side of my stomach. "Ugh hey wtf" I looked at what I hit into and it was that man. The one with the creepy face. He looked down and saw his knife. " I was coming to get that but I see that you were going to bring it to me" he started laughing it was raspy and kinda sexy? "H-help me pl-please, he's in my h-ouse in my room, please help me." The man looked and me "who's in your room?" "F-Francisco, please help me he he can't find my little brother, please help." I started crying and he stared at me, we heard something from my room, he picked me up bridal style and I got scared then he told me to get on his back and hold on I hesitated and then finally did. I trusted him but why? He went to the side of the house and climbed up as soon as he got up he told me to get off I did as told. We started walking towards my window and then I got the hick ups I mostly got them when I was nerves. "Will you shut up?" "Sor-*hick up*" I held my breath and they started going away we got to my window and saw that my bedroom door was open we climbed in I went straight for the door but he grabbed me around the waist. "Hold on will ya" "he's going to go to my brothers room." "Shut up" I just stood there. He walked out and motioned me to follow. "Where's his room?" I was kinda confused why he was helping me but I was grateful "to your left." We started walking and I saw my brothers room door open and my brother screamed. We ran over there and as soon as we walked in the door slammed shut and the man fell to the ground. "Now that he's out of the way" I heard muffled crying I looked over and saw my parents tied up. "Oh my god..." I whispered. "Now would anyone like to tell me who this boy is?" He pointed to my brother "oh wait your the only one who will talk." He looked at me I wouldn't answer so he walked over to my brother and grabbed his brown hair he cried. "Don't touch him!" I screamed then he took a knife out and put it to my brothers neck. "Tell me who he is or I'll slit his throat." "H-he's my little brother, p-please don't hurt him." "His name" "D-Darren." "How old is he?" "he's eight." "is he mine, IS HE?" "um.." I was cut off before I could finish by that man telling me not to tell him. Fransisco started to push the knife to my brothers neck and I could see something dark leak out of Darrens neck. "Oh my god, stop, stop your hurting him, STOP IT!!!" "NOT TILL YOU TELL ME IF HE IS MINE!" "HE IS.." I got cut off angling but this time the man was on too of Francisco, I ran over to Darren. "Are you okay?" I started crying I graved Darren and took him over by my parents and took the knife and cut the rope from there wrists and ankles. My father grabbed the phone and dialed 911 the man knocked Francisco out. He turned around and my dad got scared and almost told the operator about the man, "father no don't he's a good guy please leave him out." my father hesitated but did so he never mentioned the man. The man started to go to the window I caught up with him be for he went out "wait, thank you." he looked at my hand on his arm and then me "yea whatever " "what's your name?" he smirked "Jeff, Jeff the killer.." and with that he jumped out and ran down the road.
(sorry this one is bad, its 2:45 in the morning lol) (oh and the family is indeed Mexican well the mom is Indian and German, because my mum is and I love her so much so yea the mom in her is basically my mom, so yea lol.)