When It Rains Blood (Jeff The Killer Horror, Romance)

Breakdown. Chapter Twenty-Seven.

Yeah, enjoy.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Recap.

"Lightning I've seen that look a million times before, who is the guy you're falling for? I can hook you up easy with just about anyone, all you gotta do is ask nicely." My stomach dropped to my feet then shot up into my throat.

F- f- falling for? Oh god no. I mean what does Heather know?! She'shad like a million boyfriends. There is no way I'm falling for that creep. NO WAY IN HELL!

I hoisted the med kit under my arm and ran out the door of the bathhouse. Nope. It's not true. Jeff is nothing but a killer. He is vile, ugly, violent and rude. He is nothing like me. He is a monster and I DO NOT like him. A panicked feeling grew in the pit of my stomach. It's not true. It's just hormones talking. I ignored Heather calling my name and continued to the shed. When Heather's voice was no longer audible I slowed my pace.

I could barely breath at this point. Running, plus panic is a bad idea. My legs shook roughly, threatening to buckle beneath me. The repeated thought bouncing back and forth in my brain.

It's not possible, I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I took a deep breath and touched the padlock with the tips of my fingers, carefully unlocking it.

It's a fact. A voice started in my head. I smiled at it agreeing and opened the door, revealing a sleeping Jeff. My hear t jumped and cheeks reddened.

You're falling for him. It finished.

End of Chapter Twenty-Six.

Chapter Twenty-Seven.

Breakdown.

Lightning's P.O.V.

The med kit tumbled loudly to the ground, along with me. My light hair creating a thick curtain around my darkening face. I took a gasp of air and held it waiting for my features to calm. Though this time I don't think they will.

"So, I see you went places. What's that you got there?" His gravelly, trying voice shot a chill through me, sending goosebumps over my body. This wasn't right. I shouldn't be getting this way around him. From when I first was face to face with him, until just recently, all I ever did was loath him. What makes it different now?

"Hey, you're not dying are you?" Jeff let out a series of violent coughs and gasps before continuing. "Cause if you are, I'd rather have the pleasure of killing you myself." Out of breath he hacked more. This time even more violently.

He's dying. A small voice called out in my head. You have to save him or you'll never find Clary! I growled. I knew what I had to do. I had to get answers out of him. All in the process of making sure I don't kill him. I clenched my jaw and lifted my chin to glare at Jeff.