Killing Me Slowly (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 25: Close Your Eyes

The strangest thing is waking from sleep, and being unable to tell whether or not your eyes are open.

There was no light, the room pitch black. My heart started to hammer in my chest, pounding relentlessly against my ribcage so hard it was almost painful, like it was trying to jump out through my throat.

I hadn't noticed Jeff's presence beside me until I felt two fingers run slowly up my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Is everything alright?" He sounded husky, like he had just woken up.

His touch and his voice immediately brought me back from my sudden panic, calming my whole body. "Y-yeah.." I swallowed and nodded, curling against him. "Just some bad dreams.."

"You thrashed around occasionally, kept waking me up." He grumbled, rolling on top of me, his head on my chest.

"You weigh a fucking ton." I mocked him, using his exact words from the night he kidnapped me and I crashed on top of him. He chuckled and buried his face in my chest, causing me to roll my eyes.

"We have to start packing soon.." He mumbled as his arms circled around my waist, making my back arch. I could feel his muscles ripple through the thin fabric of my tank top.

I tangled both of my hands into his hair and gripped it gently, earning a moan from Jeff that sounded slightly like a growl. "How long do we have?" I could feel him grinning at me through the darkness.

"Long enough.." He said, his voice low as he took his arms from around my torso and began to prowl up my body like a predator stalking it's prey.

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"That's everything." Jeff sighed as he sat in the driver's seat of the car we arrived in. I knew why we had to leave, but that didn't mean I wanted to. It was almost normal, us living in that cabin together.

He must've noticed my somber expression, because he took one of my hands from where they had been folded in my lap, and brought it to his lips, locking our hands before placing a kiss on every one of my fingers. "I'm sorry.."

That got my attention, and I looked into eyes so dark blue they were almost black. "For what?"

Jeff sort of motioned to everything with his hands before starting the engine. "All this- everything that's happened..." He brought my hand to his lips again, taking more time with each finger. "For not being able to stay away from you... If I had been strong enough to do that, then you could've at least been protected from all this."

He took his hand from mine in order to steer the car safely onto the road. "I'm not sorry." I whispered, folding my hands in my lap again. I watched our little cabin disappear in the rearview mirror.

"I know.. Maybe sorry isn't the right word for it.. I suppose it's not that I'm sorry for not being able to stay away from you.. I'm sorry for not being able to give you a normal relationship." He looked deep in thought, but had his eyes focused on the road.

"I don't want a normal relationship. I want-"

"JESUS FUCK!" Jeff swerved out of the way just in time to miss a jet-black car that had been headed towards us on the wrong side of the road, probably about fifty miles over the speed limit.

Jeff slammed on the breaks, the muscle in his jaw popping as he checked the mirror to look behind us. The car had done a 360 and was now probably twenty feet behind us, unmoving, and revving its engines. The windows were tinted too dark, and I couldn't see the driver, but we didn't need to see them in order to know they were trouble.