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

Chapter 10: Frustration

Jessie's Point of View

I wake up to bright sunlight filtering in through the window. Rolling over, I see that it's 10:34am. I start to slide the covers off, then realize I'm still nude. I pull the covers back over myself, hugging them tightly to my body. I shudder as I remember last night. Heat consumes my body as dread and shame fills my heart. Slowly pushing myself up, I keep the covers pulled against me. Every muscle in my body aches from Jeff's lesson he forced on me. Finally, able to stand, I pull the covers off the bed wrapping them around me. I slowly walk over to the dresser on shaky legs. Gathering some clean clothes, I go into the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom with the door locked, I drop the blanket from my body. I look down and see a very large purple bruise on my outer thigh. Tentatively, I touch the bruise and wince in pain. Taking my hand from my thigh, I look up into the mirror. I see the dark red mark on my collarbone that Jeff left, as if marking his territory. I turn my back to the mirror, the sight of myself in this state sickens me. Turning the shower on, I brush out my hair has I wait for the water to warm. Stepping into the shower, I stand under the warm water for a long while as if the water can wash away the shame I feel inside. I know what happened last night isn't my fault, but I can't help feeling guilty all the same. I scrub my body from head to toe, hoping to wash away everything that he did to me. I finish with my shower and get dressed. Picking up the blanket I brought with me, I take it to the laundry room. I throw it in the washer and start it. I go back for the sheets and pillow case as well and leave them on the laundry table until the next load. After placing fresh sheets and a blanket back on the bed, I climb back in. I haven't gone into the front of the house at all, so I haven't seen Jeff yet. I'm fine with not seeing him. Closing my eyes, I am hoping to block out the world.

"Let's go, Jessie! Get up!" I open my eyes to see Jeff standing over me. "Unless you need another lesson." He smirks mischievously at me.

I quickly sit up shaking my head. "No! That wont be necessary!"

I don't want to get up, though. I just want to be left alone. He grabs ahold of my wrist and pulls me off the bed, dragging me out of my room. The muscles in my legs burn with every step. He lets go of my wrist when we get into the living room.

"Sit down!" He demands in a harsh tone.

I turn my back to him, cross my arms and stand my ground. "I don't want to."

"Now isn't the time to be defiant, Jessie." He growls at me.

"Fine!" I huff as I sit in the chair.

He takes a seat on the sofa like always. I pull my legs up to my chest, hugging them with my arms. Laying my head on my knees, I keep my face turned away from him. I don't even want to look at him.

"What's the matter? Not talking to me?" He stifles a laugh. "You should eat something after last night."

"I'm not hungry!" I retort, still looking away.

"Hmm...still. Go eat."

Lifting my head, I look in his direction this time. "No, Jeff. Just...leave me alone." I glare at him, then turn my face away again.

I should know better than to argue with him, but I'm really not in the mood to deal with him right now. Suddenly, he grabs ahold of my arm and yanks me up off the chair. He pulls me roughly behind him, then pushes me into the kitchen.

"I said Eat!" He badgers me as he stares at me with intense dark grey eyes.

"Okay..." I give in and turn towards the pantry. "Do you want anything?"

"No. I already ate."

I'm really not hungry at all. Just the thought of food right now makes my stomach turn. But if I don't eat, he is bound to make things bad for me. I take a granola bar out of the pantry, make myself a cup of coffee and grab a yogurt out of the fridge. Sitting at the table, I begin to open the yogurt.