Personal Lock Down (Jeff The Killer X Reader)~Creepypasta

66: The End

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"Jeff!" Before I could even process my next action, I shouted his name. I watched him freeze and as the bucket slips from his hands I am already running to him. By the time he's looking my way, I am already in his bubble. Shock fills his features as I threw my arms around his neck and pressed myself against him, holding onto him for dear life. Like he had a month before. It had already been a month since I touched this man. A month since I smelled the lavender aroma that filled my daydreams as well as plagued my nightmares.

Heavy breaths leave me as I take notice of every part of me that's touching him, holding him. He's here, he is real. I can feel him tense in my embrace, as if he's contemplating. I can tell by the way he hesitates to breathe that he's thinking about pulling away. I'm about to say something else when I feel his arms snake around my waist, pulling me tightly against him. Burying his face in the crook of my neck, I finally feel him release a shaky breath against my skin.

I feel like I'm about to melt into him until he releases his hold. Placing his hands on my hips, he gently pushes me away before letting me go all together. Creating space between us, he looks down at me with an expression I can hardly read. For a long moment there is nothing but silence.

"They stitched ya up good?" He asked. I nodded, looking over the parts of skin I can see on him. His face, neck, hands, arms. I see some scars but thankfully that is all. Though I still ask in case of there being something I can't see.

"How about you? Everything healed well?" Nodding, that's all he gives me. I'm beginning to feel an itch under my skin as he remains looking unbothered. I know that's not the case, he's hiding his feelings like I'd assumed he would, like he always has. So why is it that right now I feel so unsure?

"You shouldn't be here. It's dangerous. You need to leave." He practically orders me as he picks the bucket back up and faces the well once more. My jaw almost dropped at how nonchalant he's acting before I catch it, turning it into a grinder for my teeth. Taking a deep breath, I walked to his side, resting my hands on the well's stone.

"Could you for one moment drop the 'I'm too busy being a royal ass' act and face me?" I remark but he just shakes his head with a sigh.

"I don't know whatcha mean Doll Face, I'm just bein' reasonable." My brows furrow.

"You know exactly what I mean. This little thing you do when you're hiding something and decide to keep it to yourself and act busy. You avoid conversation with me." Clenching his jaw, he stays focused on lowering the bucket into the well, holding onto the rope it's bound by. I remain silent, staring at him, hoping he'll cave, but he just stares into the well.

Feeling hopeless, I follow his gaze and I give myself something positive to think about. I can't say it's exactly like it was before. I can't say that nothing has changed. After all, he's not raising his voice or cursing at me. Though right now, I'd prefer that. At least he'd be talking to me. Sighing, I do what I've been wanting to do the last six weeks. Afterwards, if he rejects me, at least I can't say I didn't try.

"When we first met, you scared me." I say in earnest and he stops. "I acted like you didn't, like I knew what I was doing, but I'm sure you knew back then that I was scared. I was faking it." He's refusing to meet my gaze but as he stares into the well, I can tell he's listening. So I double down, making sure he knows exactly how I feel, as I know how he really feels.

"As I'm sure you know, I'm not the easiest person to get along with. I have a temper and besides Tom, I do not trust people. I was always like this, not just because I was a poor child who lost her parents. I was always in trouble and my parents struggled with me." The mention of my parent make him tense, I knew it would. But he needs to know, my misfortunes are not all his doing.