Killing Me Slowly (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 24: About Jeff

To KeeperDianne  for keeping my spirits up :)

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Aslin's POV

Bile rose hot and fast in my throat.

I sucked in a deep breath and almost lunged off of the couch, trying not to crash into the coffee table as I made a mad dash toward the bathroom. Jeff's worried voice seemed distant, far away. All I could concentrate on was keeping down my last meal.

Relief flooded me as I reached the bathroom. I turned into the pristine room. The white tile and the porcelain appliances seemed to reflect all of the light into my eyes, making my head spin.

Fuck. Where was the toilet? It was too bright to spot. I wasn't going to make it. I pressed my hand into my stomach and hunched over, just as two strong hands clasped my shoulders. They led me in a direction I didn't know, because my eyes were screwed shut, and eventually, we came to an abrupt stop. Jeff pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. His hand was on my back, bending me over until my chest touched the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl. Everything came up.

I was conscious of Jeff kneeling beside me, holding my hair from my face with one hand while rubbing my back with the other. I would probably be embarrassed about him seeing me like this later, but right now I didn't care.

There wasn't much in my stomach, but my body still heaved anyway. I felt like it would never end.

"Just breathe slowly. In through your nose," Jeff guided, taking a long, deep breath through his nose. I did the same, just as slow. "And out through your mouth." And he exhaled. His breath was surprisingly cool on my face, which was undoubtedly pale and clammy. I exhaled with him, and the gagging ceased. I sat back on my heels as he flushed the toilet and handed me a some balled up tiolet paper.

"Thank you.." I croaked, my throat feeling burnt and raw. He just shook his head and slowly helped me to my feet.

"It's probably your nerves. You've gone through a lot in the past few hours." He said quietly while walking me over to the sink. I watched as he released me, grabbed my tooth brush, put toothpaste on it, and handed it to me. I took it tentatively, eyeing him with a curious look.

"What?" He asked, as he grabbed a dry cloth and ran it under the tap.

"Nothing.. It's just a little strange to see to see you like this." I shrugged, beginning to brush my teeth. The mint was a welcome taste in my mouth. My stomach no longer churned. I had no more feeling of nausea what-so-ever. Strange, but Jeff did make sense. My nerves had been on edge since I cut myself on the glass yesterday evening, which now felt like years ago.

"How do you feel?"

"Fine. Like it never happened actually." I replied with a mouth full of toothpaste. I bent to spit and rinse my mouth. Not only do I feel fine, but hungry as well. It is around breakfast.

"Here," Jeff cupped my face in one hand and in the other, he dabbed my face with the cloth from earlier.

"I'm feeling a little hungry." I admitted. He smiled and kissed my forehead before tossing the cloth into the sink.

"I'll make you something small. But then you have to get some rest, because we leave later this evening." His voice sounded resolved, so I didn't bother to argue. I'd ask questions after I ate.

My stomach gave a loud growl and my cheeks grew hot. Jeff just laughed and took my hand, leading me out of the too-white bathroom and into the kitchen, where he pulled out a chair at the table for me. I watched him move around the kitchen with his inhuman grace and decided I would probably never get used to it. What was he really? What was his story? This man that I had fallen in love with, this man that knew everything about me, this man that I had almost died for more than once. I knew nothing about him.

"Jeff?" I asked. He must have heard the curiosity in my voice because his shoulders tensed.

He turned to me and placed a plate with half a sandwich on it in front of me.

"Why do I get the feeling that I'm about to be interrogated?" He asked. The way his cheekbones moved told me he was smiling -warily most likely- but it didn't reach his eyes.

"What's your last name?" I took a bite of my sandwich and marveled at how he made cold-cut turkey and bread taste so damn good.

He let out a breathy laugh that warmed my insides. I loved hearing him laugh. "That's what you want to know?"

I nodded then paused, my brows furrowing. "Wait, say your full name, from start to finish."

He exhaled and put his elbow on the table, leaning his face into his palm. "Jeffery Anderson Woods." He looked at me calmly, a smirk playing on his lips. I said the name over and over to myself in my head before repeating it out loud.

"Jeffery Anderson Woods..." My voice came out quiet, almost whispered. It suited him very well. I smiled a bit and took another bite of my sandwich. Jeffery Anderson Woods.. My smile grew. I liked hearing him say it as well, but I didn't ask him to say it again.

"What about you? I know your first and your last name. Do you have a middle?" He watched as I finished my sandwich and then stood to take my empty plate to the sink.

"Dakota." I breathed, leaning back in my chair. "Before me, my parents tried for a child but it was a miscarriage. His name was going to be Dakota, but since it's also feminine, I guess that's why I got the middle name." I shrugged and brushed the crumbs off of my shirt while noting that I needed to change.

"Aslin Dakota McKagen." Jeff said as he walked over to me. "I like it." He bent and kissed my nose before taking my hand once again to lead me presumably to the bedroom.

I hadn't realized how exhausted I was until Jeff closed the heavy curtains of the bedroom windows and we became swallowed by darkness. How Jeff moved freely enough to go to the dresser to get me a change of clothes, I did not know.

"Lift your arms." He whispered. I jumped a little, surprised at how close he was. I literally couldn't see a thing, but I guess that's how Jeff had to sleep, considering he couldn't close his eyes.

I did as I was told and he lifted my shirt over my head, replacing it with a new one soon after. He then bent slightly and worked my pants off my hips. "Lift." He tapped my left leg. Again, I complied, holding onto his shoulder as he slid my leg into the first hole, and then we repeated with my right leg. He brought the shorts up my thighs, and the occasional brush of his fingers sent goosebumps covering my body.

"Where are we going..?" I asked softly. I felt an arm snake around my waist and lead me towards the bed. If Jeff hadn't been guiding me around the room, I surely would've broken something, whether it be a bone or the furniture.

"Bed," he pushed me lightly and I felt the familiar feel of the black silk sheets that covered our bed, sliding against my skin. "I told you that earlier, silly."

"You know that's not what I mean." I rolled my eyes at the blackness around be because I had no idea where he was. My movements became sluggish as I tucked myself in.

"Somewhere safe." The mattress sank down beside me, and my body kind of rolled against Jeff, making him chuckle.

"Okay, but where?" I yawned, feeling his arm slide under my head pillow, and his other arm drape over my waist and pull me close. My eyelids felt heavy.

"I'll tell you when you wake up." His lips pressed against my forehead and stayed there for a while. I tried to fight the sleep, but it was no use. Not with Jeff pulling out every trick he had that would basically knock me out.

"Okay.." I mumbled, moving my head off of the pillow to nuzzle my face into his neck, taking in that smell of pine trees, soap, and the tang of blood. "Mmmm.." I smiled against his skin while bringing my hands up to rest on his chest.

It didn't take me long to fall asleep after that, but the dreams that met me made me wish I hadn't fallen asleep at all.