Forbidden Love(Jeff the Killer romance)

Chapter 10

   I sat in front of the vanity mirror and looked at my reflection once more. My hair was pulled back into a careless top knot, my adorable space buns were ruined after Jeff's spontaneous 'check-in', and I wore very light makeup. I was wearing the same outfit as I had been earlier. I contemplated if I should change into something less noticeable, but I found it to be too much effort. Besides, why would I have to change just for some psychopath? It's not like I needed to impress him or anything, but changing into all black would've been basically pointless since it wasn't like I was trying to ambush Jeff. He knew I was coming, he invited me after all.

   I shook my head to clear the strange thoughts clouding my mind and got up to walk over to the bag I had packed. It was mostly empty so I could get some things I left behind at the house, but I also had two kitchen knives in there just in case. If worse comes to worst, I had something to use to defend myself against him. This was a quick in and out mission. Get a few of my things, save Brett, and get the hell out of dodge before things got ugly. It felt idiotic to think that this would be that simple, but it was the best case scenario and I was one hell of an optimistic bitch.

   For some strange reason, I felt that I couldn't kill Jeff. Not because I was smaller or weaker than him, but because I just couldn't. It was like I didn't want to, or at least like my subconscious didn't want to. I tried to convince myself that I did in fact want to kill Jeff, but my thoughts became too confusing to the point that I couldn't focus on the matter at hand. My mind would constantly drift to his facial features and how closely he resembled all the art made of him online, or how even though his cheeks were carved into a forever smile he still looked so sad behind those deranged eyes of his. For some reason, those thoughts would make my heart ache. I almost felt sorry for him, but I never could after what he did to my father. He deserved whatever was coming to him.

   Karma is a bitch, and she's coming to get revenge.

   All day I had tried to stay angry at Jeff, but the fact of the matter was, I wasn't. I wasn't angry with him and no matter how hard I tried, I just truly couldn't stay mad and I think that's what frustrates me the most. I wanted to hate him, but something was stopping me.

   In all honesty, Jeff was one of my favorite CreepyPasta stories. I loved every detail of it. I once went through a phase where I wanted to try and find him, to see if he was even real or just some legend. I'd go on deep dives on the internet just trying to get all the information I could. Trying to pinpoint his location, but never could. I wanted to meet him so badly that I'd wish for it every night before I went to bed. I was 12 then and on my 13th birthday, I decided to make it my birthday wish.

   I guess the saying is true, be careful what you wish for.

   I grabbed my bag and walked over to the already open window. Just as I was about to climb out I heard the door open and I froze in place. "Vale? What are you doing?"

   With a heavy sigh of relief, I turned around to face Ashlyn who was standing in the doorway, a concerned expression on her face. "Uhm...just going back to my house to pick up some things."

   "What? Are you insane? After everything you just went through there last night, you want to go back to get some things you missed. Nuh uh, I call bullshit," she said, crossing her arms as she gave me a look of suspicion.

   I sighed and rubbed my temples. "Maybe it's bullshit to you, but am the one who lost my father here so if I want to go back to get a few of his things as I mourn the loss of him, then I can rightfully do so without you giving me shit for it," I snapped back in response. I didn't have time for this. I was afraid it i waited any longer that Jeff would grow impatient and just kill Brett anyways.