Sick.

Chapter 8

Claire's POV:

We had just gotten out of the hospital and driving our way home. My tests weren't that bad, just blood tests, screening, and deep questions.

I don't really get the point of doing all of this.

"Babe, wanna get something to eat?" He asked.

"Sure" I smiled.

We arrived at this small sandwich shop. It's really popular in Seattle so we went. I reached to open the door until Jeffrey yanked me back.

"Ow Jesus what's wrong?" I whispered.

"We can't go in." He replied.

"Why?"

He looked around until his eyes widened. I turned around and saw a group of men. A little older than us. They were smirking at Jeffrey and talked until one of them made eye contact with me.

"Shit. Let's go." Jeffrey grabbed my waist and pulled me to his side as we started walking away.

"Who are those people.." I asked.

"I'll explain later" he said.

"If you don't stop walking we'll do something to the girl." A deep voice said. Immediately Jeffrey stopped and turned around.

"What do you want." Jeffrey snapped.

One of the guys stepped closer and grabbed my damaged wrist. He yanked me and pulled me in front of him by my waist.

I winced and grabbed my wrist.

"Don't touch her." Jeffrey yelled.

The guy who seemed like the leader, stepped closer and faced me.

"Hello young lady, what's your name?"

"Claire" I whispered.

"Beautiful. And how old are you?"

"19" I replied.

"And your Jeffrey's girlfriend?"

I nodded and looked at my wrist. It hurts and I can't stand the pain.

"You do know Jeffrey is going to leave you like the rest of them. He acts amazing then completely throws girls away. Seems to me like your next." He smiled.

My jaw dropped in complete shock. Was he really doing this to me?

"Don't listen to him. I'm not gonna do that to you I swear." Jeffrey begged. He walked towards me but two other men grabbed his arms and pulled him back.

"That's what he said to the last one. And the one before that. Claire listen, if I told you that Jeffrey had ever.. Killed someone, would you be afraid?" He asked. I looked at Jeffrey horrified. He gave me hurting look, then looked away.

"He wouldn't." I whispered.

"Yes he did. 3 years ago Jeffrey and I were really good friends. But Jeffrey was a sick person. He always drank, got high, played girls, smoked, and had anger issues. One night he came out of a bar really drunk. I came to pick him up with my brother. My brother jokingly insulted him and unfortunately Jeffrey took it the wrong way. Eventually it became a fight so we had to pull over. They fought outside punching each other. Until Jeffrey took out his pocket knife.." He trailed off.

He hesitated before continuing.

"He stabbed my brother repeatedly and threw him on the rode, were a car ran him over. It definitely traumatized me. Later, Jeffrey told the police he was drunk and said he was drugged, being an honest mistake. So they released him." He finished.