The Killer In Me (Jeff the Killer) COMPLETED

Chapter Eight

Skylar's POV

"Skylar! Skylar! Wake up you worthless trash!" I jolted awake to Jeff shaking me violently and screaming at me.

"What the fudgecake!?" I screamed back. He glared with an expression mixed between amusement and disappointment as to say 'fudgecake? Really?'.

A sudden bam of pain rang through my head and I clutched it in agony letting off a small groan.

Completely ignoring Jeff, I sat up and stumbled to the kitchen, reaching for the Panadol in the very top cupboard.

Unfortunately, that cupboard is like miles higher than I could possible reach. So I start my little ninja movement.

I grab the handles of the cupboard, place both my knees on the bench below, lean back letting the doors open still holding on and then flinging myself back up all in one quick motion.

Grasping the top of the doors and then standing, I can finally reach the cupboard with with the Panadol. Once I've got it, I swing back down and turn to see Jeff standing in the doorway with an expression I can't even explain.

He's obviously pissed that I ignored him.

I continue to ignore him and take the 2 small tablets before opening the doors once again and just tossing the packet on the shelf.

As I close the doors I feel a leathery hand grasp my shoulder and fling my around to hit the wall.

I let out a small groan of pain and stare into the eyes of him. "Agh goddamit, what the fuck do you want!? Can't you see I'm dealing with a painful migraine and your dumbass fucked up psychotic bitch face is making it worse you cocksucker!" I scream, gathering myself.

"Someone's moody." Is all I get in response.

"Fuck you!" He chuckles in return and I growl, pushing straight past him and going to my room.

I can hear his footsteps following closely behind so once I reach the top of the stairs I bolt to my room and slam the door shut and locking it.

"Skylar, open the door." Jeff sings from the other side of the door. "I'll give you 5 seconds and if you don't open it, I'll break it down."

"DONT YOU DARE!" I scream. I hear a small psychotic laugh and the countdown begins.

"5."

Shit shit shit.

"4."

He's gonna kill me.

"3."

That's when I get the idea, I can climb out the window. I swiftly start making my way to window and slide it open. I can't hear Jeff's countdown but decide to jump anyway. As I land on my feet I stand up straight only to be met by Jeff's ugly mug staring back.

"Nice try." He fiercely grabs me and swings me over his shoulder, carrying me back inside.

Once inside, he dumps me on the lounge and straddles me, pressing his knife to my chest.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He calmly says getting close to my face. "Why didn't you just stay home instead of going out there!? You could've been killed by Jane you stupid bitch!" The hateful words just kept coming and my eyes began to water.

"Why does it matter? Why do you care if she killed me or not!?" I scream trying my hardest to hold back the sobs.

"Because you're my kill! Not hers!" He releases his knife from my chest and gets off me.

"What happened after I blacked out?" I question through sobs. By now I couldn't hold them back.

"It doesn't matter now." He curtly replied.

Stubborn asshole.

"Jeff I'm not in the mood for your shit right now, just tell me. It can't be that big of a deal!" He glares straight at me and roll his eyes.

"Another time." I growl in response and cross my arms.

"Why haven't you killed me yet? I mean, considering I'm 'your kill'?" I stare intently awaiting his reply. Jeff turns his back and mumbles something under his breath. I sigh and get up, heading for the bathroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jeff says as if he owns me.

"To the shower! Can I do that myself or do you need to babysit me everywhere I go?!" I scream back.

"Hmmm that would be nice." He says in a cheeky tone. I turn and give him a deadly glare, hoping his head will burst.

He gives me a small wink, "Y-you're a pig!" I yell before continuing.

Thankfully, I hear him turn the TV on, so that means he's not going to follow me.

Once I've finished showering, I get dressed in black skinny jeans and a slightly revealing tank top but does it look like I give a shit right now? I trudge downstairs to see Jeff spread out on the couch with a pillow covering his eyes, he must be asleep. "Let's see how good you are at you're own game." I whisper.

I tiptoe past him and into the kitchen finding the biggest knife I can. I quietly step back to Jeff and stand above him holding knife just above my chest. In one quick movement I bring the hilt of the knife down right onto his head, knocking him out cold.

"Bingo!" I yell out of joy with a slightly evil laugh afterwards.

I grab him by his feet and start dragging him down to the basement, giggling every time his head hits the stair. Once at the bottom of the staircase I sit him up agains the random pole in the middle of the concrete room and go look for some chains and padlocks. "This'll be fun!"

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Woah.. It's been longer than a month since the last chapter but here it is, chapter 8 :)