Jeff the Killer(meets a psycho)

Chapter 23

I waiting in the forest so long I ended up falling into a very uncomfortable sleep for what must have been many hours, as the sun was starting to set. I wearily sat up, rubbing the side of my head; as it turns out, sleeping on a log isn't a comfortable thing to do.
I stood up and looked around me, trying to remember which way I came from. For a moment I thought I had forgotten, until I saw a creepy Jeff leaning against a tree in the direction towards the cabin.
"What on earth could you possibly want with me?" I spat out while crossing my arms and walking towards him.
"Well if you're going to be a bi-"
"DONT even say it, I'm this close to punching you somewhere you don't want to be punched."
"God damn, I came here to apologize and you're overreact-"
"How in the hell am I overreacting?" I yelled, "You locked me out of the house, and there's tons of mosquitos and other nasty, stupid, little bugs out here! You only think about yourself! I can hardly look at you without wanting to shoot you in your stupid little face!"
I started storming off towards the house, clenching my fists so hard my nails drew blood.
"Amelia, you sound like a child." I heard Jeff mumble as he hurriedly walked to catch up to me.
I didn't dignify his pathetic response with a reply. He didn't even apologize for locking me outside. This place was supposed to be a new start, but I'm started to realize that there's no living with a psycho killer. Maybe I should go.
Apparently Jeff was also psycho in the way that he could read minds, and gripped my wrist, pulling my arm out of place, and said between his teeth "I swear to the God that I will find you if you fucking leave me. I will murder you more painfully than I've ever done before to anyone, you dumb child."
I slapped him.
His jaw nearly dropped with the amount of surprise and anger that was nearly spilling out of him.
Jeff grabbed my neck and slammed me against a tree. I felt the blood coming out the back of my head, and I screamed in agony.
"What the fuck, you asshole!" I tried to claw his cold hand off my throat but with his other hand he held mine above my head then leaned in to my ear.
"If you don't think I will kill you, you're dead wrong."
A tear trickled down my cheek.
"I thought you loved me. But you can't love anyone or anything because you're screwed up in the head. So go ahead and kill me if you want because I'm leaving you."
My voice cracked as I spoke through the tears. He's right, I am sheerly foolish, for loving a mental person like him.
I had a pocket knife in my pocket and I was debating on whether or not to use it; pros: it might buy me enough time to get the hell away from him, cons: we're in a fucking forest and I had nowhere to go, and he has the keys to the car.
The smartest thing I could do is wait until he takes off his clothes at night then take them and run like hell.
"Amelia, I love you."
I felt disgusted looking at his sick, twisted face and hearing his rumbling voice.
"I love... you too." I barely managed to say without vomiting.
He picked me up into his arms and started walking to the house with hand covering the wound on my head.
"I'll sew it up when we get to the house, I promise. Don't close your eyes."
I didn't understand why he sounded so concerned until I saw all the blood piled on the ground like a lake. I guess my anger made me oblivious to the severity of my situation.
Things started getting dark and it became harder and harder to keep my eyes open. Jeff noticed and started sprinting to the house.
When we got there he quickly opened the door and laid me on the couch as he went to get the first aid kit, I assumed.
My heart was beating out of control and my body was limp. This time, I was sure I was going to die.
As soon as he came back he lifted my head up and poured alcohol, straight from a bottle I might add, into the wound. I couldn't feel a thing, though.
I heard him talking, but it sounded distant, almost as if he were talking from where I had been in the forest minutes before. I didn't have a clue as to what he could've been been saying and I couldn't make out the movement of his lips.
"Is it night time?" I said, not sure if he could even hear what I was saying, or if it even came out of my mouth.
Everything was black, I couldn't hear anything, I couldn't feel anything. It was the exact way I felt mentally the entire time I was with him.
After a minute of nothingness, I felt my heart beat its final beat, and relief wash over me. Now, I'd never have to see him again.