Jeff x Reader

Chapter 7

     You woke up in a different bed.You didn't know what happened last night, but you felt comfortable, happy.

      There was a knock at the bedroom door. You called for the person to come in.

"You sleep well?"

      It was Jeff. You nodded at his question and he sat beside you, his back facing you. You couldn't help reaching out at playing with a strand of his hair.

      He was wearing nothing above the waist, and when you pulled your hand away you purposefully ran the tips of your fingers along his back. He shivered at your touch.

      He stood up and moved you over to the other side of the bed, laying beside you. He smiled gently and moved your hair out the way of your face. You blushed and looked away.

      He got up and walked out.

"Breakfast is in the kitchen"

     You got changed into some clothes you found in one of the bags and walked downstairs. You've never seen this house, and the only part you had seen was the door to the stairs.

      You called out for Jeff and heard a reply from the other side of the house. You followed the sound of his voice, stepping over the knives, blood covered hoodies, and other things you couldn't quite make out. Why the fuck was all this here?

      You walked in to the kitchen. it was messy and greasy and one corner was piled with newspapers. You took one from the top of the pile and read it. 'Psychotic serial killer strikes again!' was written on the front page, and you read further. 'The infamous serial killer strikes again, killing 20 people in the neighbourhood of Pine [str.].'You picked up another newspaper, this one saying almost the same as the last.

"Why the fuck do you have these?"

      He stared at you, his face serious.

"I'm interested in it."

      You put the newspapers back and sat down opposite him. He had gone back to eating.

"Jeff"

      You called out for him without realising it. He looked up at you with soft eyes, stopping the eating and looking into your eyes.

"Why am I here?"

      He looked away from you, no longer allowing his eyes to meet yours.

"To protect you."

      His comment scared you. Who was coming after me?

     You decided not to question it further and started to eat. You couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

      You left your toast almost untouched and stod up. You went to his sink and filled it with hot water and soap.

"You need to get some more of this stuff"

      You held up the almost empty bottle. It had a thick collection of dust on it, and it was clear that no cleaning had taken place for a while.

      He walked up to you and took the bottle out of your hand, reading the label. He then pulled you away from the sink and searched below, in the cabinet for something. He pulled out 2 plasters, the same as the ones from yesterday, and placed them over his cheeks.

"I'll go get some now"

      He dipped his fingers into the water in the sink and flicked it at you playfully, kissed you on the head, and left.

      You searched in the cabinet under the sink for a sponge, but couldn't find one. You ended up settling on some torn cloth from some clothes.

      You dipped it into the water and stared to clean the stove top. Only a thin layer of grease came off, and you decided to give up. Instead you tried with the worktops. The dust and thin layer of grease came off easily, but covered the cloth quickly.

      After about a half hour the worktop was clean, and Jeff hadn't come back. You started to clear up the floor. Considering cleaning up the newspapers was quickly struck down. You hadn't seen him angry, and you didn't really want to. You walked into the hall and started picking up his hoodies. Each one was blood covered, some with hair or vomit stuck to them. You picked up one at a time, examining each one and sorting them into piles; one for just light blood, another with heavy blood, and another for the hoodies containing other substances.

     About a foot was cleared when Jeff arrived back. He had three bags full of cleaning products and sponges. He put the books on the just-cleaned worktop and smirked at you.

     "I thought you might need all this."

     You continued to clean the house for an hour. You had won the battle against the stovetop and had gotten the first part of the hoodies in the wash. You were ready to go back to sleep.

     Jeff called you in from the front room, and you went to join him.

     He had some music playing quietly, and he was sat on a large sofa bed. Jeff motioned you over, and you allowed your feet to take you there. You sat next to him, and he pulled you in close. He was warm, and smelled musky. You cuddled in closer and allowed your eyelids to drop.

     You fell asleep in his arms