My Protector And My Love, Jeff The Killer

Part 5:

Its been 2 weeks since I saw Jeff and since Francisco was taken to prison. I sat in my room cleaning and listening to music. I was finally finished so I sat on my bed and turned on my TV. The same thing has been on the news for 2 weeks. News reporter: Francisco Perez has finally been caught and sentenced to 30 years to life in prison. He-. I turned the channel before the reporter could finish. "Ugh, enough with that." I heard my mum open the door. "Here's the vacuum, make sure to bring it down when you're done okay?" "Okay mum I will" I plugged the vacuum in and started vacuuming I went over a spot on my carpet that was red and then I remembered Jeff. As soon as I finished I put the vacuum in the cleaning closet. "Kimberly, will you come here real quick, me and you're father wants to talk to you." I heard my mom call for me in the other room I walked in there and she told my brother to go to his room. "Yeah?" "Sit down." I followed my fathers instructions. We sat there in silence for a little until my father cleared his throat. "Why didn't you want me to tell the cops about that man, do you know him"? Ever since that night my parents have been checking on me all the time and I wondered why but now I think I know why. "Is this what its about, you guys always checking on me, he saved Darrens life, Darren could have got killed and you were going to tell the cops about the man who saved you're son, you're only son"! "Watch you're tone young lady" my father yelled. "Oh my god, im done, im going to bed". I ran up stairs and locked my bedroom door. "ugh" I sighed loudly in my pillow. "Yea why didn't you want him to tell the cops about me"? I turned and I saw him standing outside of my window, and I went to to it removed the look that was blocking it from opening all the way and I let him in. "Because you saved my brother, and it would be pretty messed up if they turned you in after you saved Derren's life" "That's not the only reason why is it"? I turned and looked at him. "Um, yea it is" he walked up close to me "Can I have my knife back?" "You're knife, oh yea I forgot." I went to my dresser and took it out i turned around and he was right behind me. "Oh my god you scared me" "Really now"? I just kept looking into his eyes. "Uh do you want you're knife back?" "Huh, oh yea my knife". He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck and took it. "Hey, wanna see something cool"? He said walking over to my window "uh sure"? "Okay get pants on and a sweat shirt". "Uh, why"? "Just because." I turned around and got clothes and went to my bathroom. I walked out and saw him sitting on my bed looking around. "Who's that"? He said looking at the picture of me and a boy on my night stand beside my bed. "Oh those" I looked smiling at the pictures that held many memories. "that's me, and my friend Michael." "Who's Michael?" "He's my best friend teats a boy, ha" "Does he live around here?" I frowned but then smiled "Uh he did but uh, he was murdered" He looked at me. "How old was he"? "14" "how old would he be now"? "the same age as me, 16" "I'm sorry, does his parents still live here"? "No they moved a month after his death." "Did they like you"? "He told me they adored me, they were like second parents, we always slept over together since we were younger". "Did you get anything of his"? "Yea, his beanies snap backs some hoodies and shirts, and other stuff." "Im sorry" "Its okay, so where are we going"? "You'll see". I turned off my light and walked over to him he grabbed my hand pulled me out the window with him. "Hold on to me" I did as told and he wrapped one arm around my waist and jumped.