Jeff The Killer; Blood Lust

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I knew in the depth of my heart I knew Cheiff was never 100% on me living on my own with Tracey was a bad idea. You know, I never really seen the reason why she divorced him in the first place. Hes a really nice guy and he would have done anything for her, regardless. He allways have for me. I wanted to know why, the suspence was killing me. As we pull up to the police station parking lot I was about to get out the car when Cheiff stopped me.

"Your curious," he spoke holding my arm. I didn't respond, I just starred at the wet asphalt. "I can tell your curious of how me and Tracey seperated," he looked down then at me.

I nodded my head, knowing he didn't want to explain. But sooner or later he would have to tell me.

He sighed, "Well as we were married he had our own true love sequence, but as the years pass we began to detach. Work as me becoming Deputy of the WPD (Wyoming police department) began to increase in my time in the office with murder homoside reports, robberies, break-ins, and even disapperences. Nevertheless Tracey felt that our love life started to fade. After we met you and your parents Tracey felt automatcily attached to you. You see she couldn't produce children and she wanted one so bad that you became an attribute to feed her need for mothering. Your father and mother did not approve of her behavior to you so they put a restaining order on her..." He paised to sigh in dissapointment.

"Wait a second I don't remember that!" I outbursed as I turned back to him.

"Of course you didn't cupcake, you were 3 at the time. Well as I left off Tracey became rather insane at the fact. I felt that it would be my best intrest to divorce her... After years of us being apart, I never forgot about her. I was still in love with her. So later on down the years once the fire killed your parents," he spoke lower as he put his hand on my back. "She thought it would be the perfect opprotunity to take you as her own. She was mentally unstable and she needed help. I know you thought of her close to you but, I was waiting for the perfect time to tell you."

I paused. I didn't know what to think. "S-So I'm like her creepy obsession? For what she wanted?" I whimpered as I looked into his eyes searching for an answer.

"In a way... Yes." He pulled me close as I began to cry. I was an obsession. A tool, used for her fantisies. So the "Love" she showed for me was a fake. This crushed my little soul, from whatever was left in pieces. Then I thought, to hell with her. I don't need someone to care for me, especially if it was all a lie. I pulled away from Haven's grasp and I opened the door wiping my tears.

"Alright Cheiff, lets go to the interigation room, I've wasted enough time.l I spoke coldly closing the door. I didn't see his expression, and in a way, I didn't want to. I walk up to the main door as Haven followed behind. He opened the door for me and I thank him as I walk into the plain and simple waiting room it was empty. There were about 6 chairs and a few plants and a bunch of people magazines on the small glass table.

"This way," Cheiff awaiting as he pushes the door button then putting in the secret code. Then opening the door as it made a loud buzzing noise. We walked in a long thin hallway then going right into another hallway. We walk a bit further and pass multiple cubicals for the operaters. Then I look to our left to see a sepia wodden polished door that had a plate that said 'Interigation room'.

"Right in here kido." I look in to see a man with a tiny mustace, bald head, big glasses and a dark blue suit.

"Kat this is Detective Gary." Cheiff intoduces me as this man looks at me and holds out his hand for me to shake it. I comply to his friendly gesture and shake his hand, firm but welcoming.

"Please Ms. Johnson, if you would be so kind to take a seat." I agree immideatly as Cheiff stands next to the door and Detective Gary takes off his glasses.

"Alright Ms. Johnson. I want to get this over with quickly so we can get home on time for dinner." He smiles. His playful yet stern attitude beckoned me. "What happened once you got home?"

"Well I walk up into my house like I allways do and once I got in I smelled buttered rolls. I put my backpack on the kitchen counter and grab a roll it was weird because it was silent in the house and just as I pick up a roll it was warm lile it was taken out the oven minutes before I got in and as I was about to walk up the stairs something didn't feel right. It was quiet, very quiet and usually I would hear Tracey packing her things or finish cleaning then she would leave but she would greet me. So I thought it was strange then I started up the stairs."

I paused. I didn't want to tell them the truth because they wouldn't belive me so I lied. And skipped that part.

"Then what happend?" Gary asked invested in the story.

" I walked around the house to my parents room a saw Tracey with several stab wounds all over her body. And thats when I called 9-1-1."

I lied completely skipping out on my encounter with Jeff and the note he left.

"Ok but why at the crime scene did I find thism" Gary questioned suspiciouslly handing me a photo. The photo was a picture of the note he left.

"Why does it say "Welcome home Kat?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not sure its problaby the killers note. Honestlly I don't know who.this person is."

"Hmm alright are you sure thats all you know?"

"Possitive," I lied immideatly.

"Alright. Your free to go Ms. Johnson, but if anything comes up please contact us."

"Sure thing Detective." I spoke standing up.

"I'll take you home Kat." Cheiff says walking me out.

"Alright," I replied. We walked out the police station the same way we came in. Cheiff helped me into the car and he started up the engine. We drove out the parking lot and onto the road. I don't even remember most of the trip back to my house. Cheiff Haven escorted me to my door step, gave me a hug then left. I watched the car go away as I open my door. I close the door and walk strait to my staircase. I walk up to my room and pass out on the bed.

"Man, what a long day," I spoke aloud as I flop on my bed face down. And like I said eariler. Mondays , the worst day of the week, ever.

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