Jeff x Reader

Chapter 17

You woke up at around 2 in the afternoon, disorientated and confused. You were not used to taking naps during the day.
You went downstairs to get something to eat. You hadn't eaten since breakfast.
You went downstairs to get something to eat. He wasn't there at the table, but some soft music was being played.
The pile of newspapers were still on the table, taking up all of it so you couldn't sit and eat, but these newspapers were different. There were pages and articles cut from newspapers on the counter; and you couldn't stop yourself from reading through few of them.
Infamous hooded killer kills 10 on Fifth Street. Potential witnesses among victims.
Serial killer strikes twice in one night. CCTV footage of killer caught at both scenes of murder.
You read the articles with disgust, and left the room to find him, disregarding your growing hunger.
'WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE ON THE TABLE. WHY THE FUCK DID YOU KEEP THEM. YOU SICK, TWISTED, PIECE OF SHIT'
He was sat facing away from you on the sofa, reading some book when you walked in. You surprised him when you started shouting and he dropped the book; he obviously didn't hear you walk in.
'Baby, what's wrong?'
'THOSE FUCKING NEWSPAPERS IN THERE. WHY THE FUCK DID YOU KEEP THEM?'
'Baby I am so sorry.' His eyes looked sad, and he reached out to hold your arms. 'I really am sorry baby. It's just that... Killing people is basically my job. I pride myself on the amount of kills I get, and I keep the newspapers as trophies.'
You just didn't, couldn't understand it. He found pride in killing people, he enjoyed it. He liked to hurt people, and part of you hatred him for it. But you felt safe. You felt safe around him, like he wouldn't hurt you. You knew he wouldn't hurt you.
You thought it over. These newspapers were important to him, and it was obvious he wanted to keep them.
'Hide them.'
Jeff looked at you, confused.
'You can keep the newspapers, just... Sort through them and hide them. In the attic or something I don't care, I just don't want to see them. If I don't see them I might be able to forget about it. I trust you, and I like you. Just hide them so I can forget this ever happened.'
His eyes softened, and he chuckled quietly to himself, letting go of you and turning away. His chuckles turned into laughter and he doubled over from laughter. You glared at him and folded your arms; you weren't in the mood for his shit.
'Is this what it was all about? The newspapers?' He continued to laugh at you, which only made you more annoyed. You saw a knife lying on a table nearby, and promised yourself that you would threaten him with it, or at least scare him with it so that he gave you money to leave if he continued to laugh at you.
'I'll finish sorting through the pile on the table by tonight and I'll hide what I want to keep in a waterproof bag in the attic. If they bothered you that much you could've asked and I would've moved them sooner. I'm really sorry, but it's kinda funny that you get pissed off by a pile of newspapers.'
He kissed your head and went to the kitchen to start getting the pile finished and you followed after him, the small hunger from earlier turning painful