Forbidden Love(Jeff the Killer romance)

Chapter 8

I stood in the doorway with my mouth agape and unable to move. How could I? There's an insane killer in the room just casually sitting on the bed I sleep in and is looking through my sketchbook like he owned the damn place. Note to self, wash the bed sheets before going to sleep tonight.

That's if I make it until bedtime.

What do I say? Do I run? Scream for Connor and hope he can take on a psychopathic killer?

At this moment, I felt lost all over again. It was a feeling I was becoming all too well acquainted with and I hated it. I've always known what to do, no matter the situation, but it seemed when it came to Jeff I was completely clueless about the matter. That was until I met this beautiful yet deadly monster, Jeff the Killer.

I watched as he casually sat up with my book in one hand while simultaneously twirling his knife in the other. What the hell do I do?! Should I make a run for it?

"Don't even think about screaming. You won't get the chance to after I dig my knife into your throat." I watched as he looked up from the book and his eyes traveled to my neck. "I see I left a nasty scar. It's beautiful isn't it," Jeff asked with a smirk.

I quickly cover my neck and look at him with anger. If I make it out of this alive, then I'd have to start remembering to wearing a chocker to cover the damn scar he left. "What are you doing here? How'd you even get inside?!"

Jeff simply pointed to the open window on his right. "The same way I did last night. Ya know, you should really start locking your windows."

I sighed and mentally slapped myself for forgetting such a silly thing. Last night I was only smart enough to lock the door when in reality it wouldn't help a thing. I should've stayed put and locked the window instead, watched to see what his move would be. Not run around and attack the first person in sight. "Look if you're going to kill me then do it. I don't care. Just leave my family out of this," I said taking a shaky step back towards the door. I was only a couple of feet inside the room. If I could just inch my way to the door then I could run and yell for help.

"What's the fun in that? Only one kill. I think not. Besides you'd be dead and unable to help your pathetic family, not like you could anyway. You're just as weak as your father was." I watched as Jeff laughed and slowly made his way over to me, placing the cold metal of the knife under my chin to make me look up at his high stature. Jeff towered over me, which was quite intimidating for a shorty like me, but I wouldn't let him get the best of me. I won't let him get away with it this time.

"I'm not weak and you know that. I escaped you twice last night if I recall correctly. I even was able to catch you off guard when I was the most vulnerable. You're not as tough as you try so hard to put off."

A low growl came from Jeff's throat and I prepared myself for what I knew was going to happen next.

Jeff got a fistful of my hair and yanked me away from the doorway, shoving me to the floor. I landed hard on my face and watched as red appeared in front of me, soaking into the carpet. I touched my nose and realized that I was bleeding. Oh no he did NOT just do that.

I turned and sat up looking straight at him with a dark look in my eyes. He laughed and lunged for me. I swiftly rolled out of the way and ran for the door, but Jeff was too quick. He grabbed the back of my head and slammed me up against the door making it slam shut. Jeff locked it and raised his knife up above his head. He was about to strike down just as I elbowed him as hard as I could in his side, causing him to loosen his grip a bit giving me just enough room to wiggle out of his grasp and run to the other side of the room.