Sanity is Just a State of Mind (18+_A Jeff the Killer fan fiction)

Chapter 9: You're Mine!

Jessie's Point of View

It's been two weeks since Jeff killed all those people, then disappeared. Theres been no sign of him and no killings since. Buck and I have gone back to being good friends, but I continue to keep my distance, not knowing if Jeff is watching or not.

Now that the weekend is here, I decide to get ahold of some of my girlfriends and go out for the evening. We go to 'Bandies' to have some fun. Since its just me and the girls, I choose not to drink too much. We only stay for a few hours before we part ways. Its a little after midnight when I pull into my driveway. Opening the front door, I flip on the light.

"Hello, Jessie."

I jump at the sudden low, deep voice. Looking over, I see Jeff lounging on the sofa, a nearly empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table in front of him.

"J-Jeff, what are you doing here?" I'm startled to see him and not sure what to do.

"What do you mean?" His voice becomes something more menacing. "I live here."

I still can't get over the fact that hes here. All I can do is stand in the entry quiet and unmoving.

"Now, it's my turn to ask you a question." I don't like where this is going. He sits up and leans forward. "Where have you been?"

"I-I..." I falter, afraid to answer him. "I-I was just out with some friends." I'm so scared, I can barely utter the words.

"Hmm..." He stares at me, as if trying to find some untruth to what I said.

Standing, he straightens himself to his full height and walks slowly in my direction. As he gets closer, I notice something glinting in his hand. Its the shine of a very sharp blade of a knife. I shrink away until my back is pressed against the door, all I can do is stare wide-eyed as Jeff advances upon me. He stops just inches in front of me and glares down with a furrowed brow. Raising his knife, he presses the flat of the blade against my cheek. I gasp and shudder at the feel of the cold blade on my face.

"What's the matter, Jessie?" He smiles wickedly at me. "Didn't you miss me?"

Still unable to find my voice, I avert my eyes from him. Dropping the knife from my face, he grabs ahold of my arm pulling me off the door, then starts dragging me through the house.

"Please, Jeff. Let me go." Pleading with him, I try my best to pull away from him, but I cant get out of his powerful grip.

"Shut up, Jessie!" He growls at me.

He forcibly pulls me into the bedroom, then pushes me down to the bed. Climbing over top of me, he straddles my hips with his legs. I can feel the hilt of the knife digging into one of my wrists, as he pins my arms over my head with his hands.

"J-Jeff...What are you doing?!" My heart is racing wildly, and it hurts to breathe.

He doesn't say anything and rams his mouth onto mine, forcing my lips apart with his tongue. Immediately theres a strong taste of alcohol that fills my mouth. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping this is just a bad dream. He aggressively invades my mouth, then pulls his face away. I slowly open my eyes to see him smirking down at me.

"It seems you never learn." He hisses at me. "I think another lesson is in order."

'What does he mean? I haven't been with Buck. So, what could I have possibly done to make him mad?' "Why, Jeff? What did I do wrong?" My voice is shaking and quiet.

His lips crash into mine and his tongue enters my mouth once again. This time the invasion last longer. He pulls away, his face just inches from mine.