•Jeff•
I sit against a tree, staring at the other trees in the forest.
I hear the sound of leaves crunching, and I jump up, my knife at hand and ready to stab.
"Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea, I believe in royalty.." The sound of a little girl singing Pennyroyal Tea by Nirvana drifts through the air.
That voice is familiar.
The child comes closer, and into view.
It's Elizabeth.
Oh no, I can't let her see me.
I quickly hide behind a large tree, occasionally glancing back at Elizabeth.
"I know who you are."
I spin my head around, to find her facing me, a smile on her face.
"Uh, no you don't." I say, putting my knife in my pocket.
"Yes I do. You're Jeff the Killer- Jeffery Woods. You're my dad. I'm Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Woods, I was named after Lizzy- Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford from Black Butler."
"Wow, you're smart." I mumble.
"I know I am. I'm a 6 year old with the brain of a 10 year old. Were you stupid as a child or something?" She asks.
"What? No!" I yell.
She shrugs, "Must've been to end up a serial killer. My mommy's a mortician, she's really smart and basically rich. In case you don't know what that is, a mortician prepares dead bodies before the funeral. She embalms them, cleans them, that stuff. So she's basically a funeral director and an undertaker. Hehe, she's like Undertaker from Black Butler. Except she isn't a retired grim reaper, or a man."
"You're too smart for my liking." I groan.
"Do you want a stupid daughter or something? Are you jealous?" She asks.
I roll my eyes. "..never mind."
"Why don't you come home?" She asks.
"Because. You're mama hates me and we ain't together no more."
"Do you still love her?"
"Why does it matter?"
"Because she still loves you. I hear her crying at night sometimes. I hear her say how much she loves you and misses you. So, do you still love her?" She asks.
I sigh, "Yeah. Yeah I do."
"Come home, then. C'mon, I'll take you there. I'll even hang out with Shy and Alyssa while y'all get back together. I can get Alyssa to make coffee or something, she still works at Starbucks."
She grabs my hand, leading me out of the woods.
Soon, we're in Mallory's backyard. She leads me inside, and then lets go of my hand.
"I'm gonna go with Alyssa and Shy now. Mom is probably standing in the kitchen eating Poptarts or something."
And with that, she runs off.
Taking her advice, I walk into the kitchen, and find Mallory standing at the counter eating a blueberry flavored PopTart.
I silently and quickly walk up behind her, and then she turns around.
"Wait, Jeff, what are y-" I cut her off by my lips crashing against hers.
She drops her PopTart on the floor, and wraps her arms around my neck.
"You miss me?" I smirk.
"You made me drop my fucking PopTart, you cunt."
"I'm terribly sorry."
"You owe me another one, you lil bitch."
"Kk. I'll remember that."
She walks over to the cabinet, and gets another PopTart out.
"Oh, how I've missed watching you eat PopTarts." I sigh. She shrugs, and bites into it. "So I see you've met Lizzy."
"Yeah. Why's she so smart?" I ask. "Because I taught her a lot of stuff. And she's just, I don't know. Her brain developed too quickly."
"Why does she know so much about dead people?"
"Because I bring her into the mortuary sometimes. And occasionally whenever I have to go to the hospital and drop by the morgue."
"Mal, do you know how morbid that is?" I ask.
She shrugs. "Yeah. You know she already knows what she wants to be when she grows up? A forensic anthropologist. Like Savannah."
I give her a blank look. "So you're saying our daughter is in to dead people?"
"It's not like a necrophilia thing. She just doesn't like people. And she thinks it sounds like a fun job, and it's high paying, as well. She's six years old and has a long life ahead of her. She's gonna go places." She smiles.
"You raised her all on your own... And she's basically perfect.." I frown.
"Jeff, I didn't raise her on my own. I had Alyssa, Savannah, and Shyanne. You just weren't around. Yet, she still has homicidal intentions."
I nod my head, looking down. "Well, I'm here now. And that's all that matters."
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