Bailey's p.o.v.
It wasn't long till my dad and his friends were passed out in the living room. Thank God, I thought to myself. I grabbed my hoodie and began to head down to the park. It was really cold and hard to see because of the fog but I continued on. I wanted to get as far as possible from my dad's house. Once I reached the park, I got a feeling I was being watched. I started to walk faster and suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw a guy in a white hoodie getting closer and closer to me. I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at him. "Can I help you?!" I practically yelled at him. I was so not in the mood for any pranks. The guy then lifted his head from under his good to look at. "I just wanna have some fun." The stranger said and then placed a cloth over my nose and mouth. Frantically gasping for air, I could feel the air rushing past me as I fell to the ground. I got one last look at the stranger reaching down and pulling me up into his arms. He began walking, me in hand, and I fell into unconsciousness.
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My Fallen Angel: A Jeff the Killer Novel
FanfictionJeff has been a lost soul for the past 15 years of his life. Until he runs into Bailey. When Bailey was nine, her mother was brutally murdered and has lived with her father ever since. The killer still hasn't been found but that's not what's worryi...
