Killing Me Slowly (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 23: Jeff the Killer

Two months later.

"I'll take it." I smiled, standing up from the kitchen table, having just finished eating dinner. Both our plates were empty, along with our wineglasses. I took Jeff's plate and stacked it on top of mine, putting both our glasses on top of the plates.
"You're going to break them like that." Jeff chuckled, crossing his legs as he watched me with amusement.
"Ye of little faith." I grinned at him, walking toward the sink. He watched me, still not loosing that damn smirk.
"You know, maybe if you weren't watching me I wouldn't feel so pressured." I said, spinning around to face him a little too fast, the glasses toppling off of the plate and shattering the floor.
He stood up, giving me a smug 'I told you so' face as he walked toward me. "Now look what you've done.." He leaned down and pecked my cheek. "I'll go get the dustpan." He sighed, walking out of the room.
I groaned and put the plates in the sink, kneeling down to pick up the larger glass pieces. "Ow.." I winced, dropping the pieces into the garbage before looking down at my hand. A shallow gash ran along the length of my palm, blood blooming from the new wound. I sighed and shook my head. "Why have I been so out of it lately..?" I said quietly to myself.
"Are you alright?"
I looked up and Jeff was standing over me. I stood up straight, my eyes on his face as I absently hid my hand behind my back. "It's just a small cut." I shrugged, holding out my non injured hand for the dustpan.
"Let me see it." He said, dropping the pan onto the ground. He stepped around the glass mess and walked toward me.
"I told you, it's just a small cut." I argued, taking a step back. Before I knew it, my back had hit a wall. I was cornered.
"If it's nothing, then let me see. We'll get it bandaged up.." He held out his hand, but everything in me told me not to show him the cut. I didn't know why, but I had a bad feeling.
I shook my head, chewing at my bottom lip. His face grew frustrated and he grabbed my arm, forcibly pulling it out from behind my back, exposing the wound. My eyes widened at how much blood there was. There wasn't that much before. It oozed from my hand down my forearm, the red beads rolling down my skin as he lifted my arm, his eyes watching it seep from my hand. It was like he was fixated by it. I let out a gasp at a sudden realization. When was the last time he killed..?
"J-Jeff, stop. It's not as bad as it looks." My voice sounded panicked as I tried to pull my arm away, but he didn't seem to hear me, his grip like a vice. It was no use, this isn't my Jeff anymore.
I put my free hand on his chest to try and push him away, but this guy is built like a brick shit house, so there's no way that's going to do anything.
His other hand fisted into my hair and his body pressed against mine to keep me still.
"Now now, struggling won't help you." He purred, his hand bringing my hand to his lips, his tongue running over the cut. I let out a sharp hiss, his saliva stinging the open flesh. He shuddered and something flashed in his eyes then. Something I haven't seen for a very long time. That insane look that had once been on me when he pressed his knife into my cheek, threatening to cut me a smile like his. That look was on me now as he chuckled at my tiny whimper, his hand holding my forearm so tight that his grip would surely leave a bruise.
"J-Jeff please.." I choked, tears rolling down my face. He dropped my arm so that he could reach for a knife from the butchers block on the counter. He just laughed, pulling out his knife. The knife that I had once walked in on his sharpening late at night. The knife that he made all of his kills with. Would I also fall to this knife?
"Hush baby girl.. Don't cry.." He chuckled, pressing the tip of the sharp blade under my chin. "I'll make it quick, considering you've provided me with such a nice time.."
I gasped, tilting my head back. "J-Jeff.. P-please don't.."
My chest heaved with my sobs. "I SAID DON'T CRY!" The knife was a flash of quick silver, cutting two shallow gashes along both my cheek bones.
I blinked in surprise, my heart stopping. I was completely quiet, my tears mixing with the blood that now spilled from the cuts on my cheeks.
"Fine." I heard myself say. My voice sounded like it was from somewhere else. My hand covered his, the one that held the knife, and guided it so that the blade pressed against my throat. "Kill me. I know you've been wanting to. Just kill me.." I swallowed, causing my my neck to rise, the blade making a tiny, paper-thin cut on the skin. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall, dropping my hand from his. "It's okay.. I'll forgive you.." I reached up and cupped his cheek with one hand, putting my other on his waist. "I-I'll forgive you.."
We stood like that for what felt like hours.
"Aslin..." The hand that was holding the knife shook. "Aslin, baby girl open your eyes!" His knife clattered to the floor as both hands cupped my cheeks.
Could it be that he had killed me when I told him to? No. He was back, and I was alive, but I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. I couldn't associate Jeff's face with this pain. I can't be scared of him. It would really kill both of us.
"I'm... I'm okay.." I managed.
"I'm sorry, Aslin. I'm so so sorry.." I heard his breath catch in his throat. "My beautiful girl.. I'm so sorry.."
His arms slid around me and he pulled me away from the wall, holding me against his chest instead. I opened my eyes now, and they focused on the black fabric of his t-shirt. "O-ouch.." I winced, the cheek that had been brushing against his chest suddenly beginning to sting.
"I know, I'm sorry.." He said, his voice cracking. He carefully picked me up and carried me toward the couch, sitting me down on it. "Stay here.. Don't move.." He cupped my cheek, although when he noticed that I wouldn't look him in the eyes, he dropped his hand, walking toward the bathroom.
Why do I feel so numb..?
I pulled my knees to my chest and gently ran my fingers along the cuts on my cheek, they has stopped bleeding, but my face was all sticky.
He probably feels so horrible..
I let out a tiny whimper, my heart aching for him.
And I'm being so cold..
He came back a moment later with a wet rag and some band aids, sitting across from me. "Can I touch you..?"
I felt like all the air had been stolen from my lungs. No.. Don't ever ask me that.
I crawled toward him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, crawling into his lap. "Always. You can always  touch me." He just looked at me, the saddest expression on his face.
"I've hurt you again.." He reached up and started to clean the cuts on my cheeks. "I wanted to protect you from everything that would hurt you.. But I'm the one who ended up hurting you instead.. I can't apologize enough.."
I closed my eyes, leaning my face into his touch. He finished cleaning the cuts on my cheeks and bandaged them, starting on my hand. "Are you okay..?" I asked, looking at his face. He gave a hollow, empty chuckle. "Am I okay..?" He repeated. As if processing the question, he took a moment before giving me a small nod, not looking up.
"There.." He mumbled, done with my hand. He held it in his own for a moment before placing it in my lap and standing up.
"Where are you going..?" I watched him, worried.
"Just to change. I'll be out in a moment.." He answered, walking to the bedroom and shutting the door behind him. I sat on the couch waiting, looking down at my bandaged hand. He's hurting.. And unlike how he bandaged me, I can't heal the wound he has..
"I'm going out for a bit." Jeff said, walking out of the bedroom.
Oh...
I swallowed, watching him go for his black and white converse. He was wearing his black dress pants and his white hoodie, no doubt his black v neck underneath. I haven't seen him in that for years..
He sat down on the couch to put on his shoes and I moved closer, watching him as he did up the laces.
"Why are you looking at me like that..?" He asked, doing up the other shoe before turning to me. I blushed and looked to the side.
"I haven't seen you dressed like that in years.. That's all.."
He gave me a small smile and leaned forward, giving me a quick kiss. "Do not leave the cabin. I'll only be gone until about 3am, so don't wait up."
Ah.. He's going out to kill..
"Alright.. Why can't I go outside..?"
He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Just do as you're told. I.. I love you.." He said, walking toward the door.
"I love you too.. Come home safe.."
And he was gone. I got up and walked around the now seemingly larger living room. It seemed so much emptier without him. It was weird, I've never been alone in the cabin without him. Actually, it's been a while since I've been alone at all, and I hated it. I wrapped my arms around myself and sank back down onto the couch. Another quick look around the place told me I'm definitely not going to be able to fall asleep here without him. It looks like I'm waiting up.