Killer Protector (Jeff the Killer story)

Chapter 39

Chapter 39

A whole two weeks have passed and Jeff hasn't woken up yet. There have been no signs of his condition getting better but it's not getting worse either. The weather has gotten colder now. Snow might come soon from the temperature. I hope Jeff wakes up, I want to spend time in the snow with him. I think it'll be great. That is if he ever wakes up around this time.

"So how have things been with that person," Travis asked me as we walked to my house. I sighed and said, "Not much progress. He's still in a coma. We're not sure if he'll live or die. He's not showing any signs." Travis nodded and looked down at his feet. I lifted up my scarf more so it covered my mouth and nose. Travis adjusted his beanie and scoffed, a puff of cold air released into the air near him. We made it to my house and I brought out my spare house keys. I unlocked the door and invited Travis in. We both felt the warmth of the house and the smell of coffee. My parents are definitely home today.

"Hey darling!" my mom exclaimed as she came out of the kitchen. I smiled and hugged her. She saw Travis and went up to him. "Welcome back hun," she said as she pinched his cheek playfully. He chuckled and took off his beanie. I slipped off my scarf and went to go find my dad. He came out from the back door, shaking from the cold. I waved to him and he smiled. "How you been baby girl?" he asked as he hugged me and kissed my forehead. I smile and say, "I've been good enough. How is everything here?"

"Things have been fine. Especially since now that you're here. You can help clean the house with us!" he said happily while I frowned. "Seriously dad," I grumbled and he just laughed and patted my head. "Why don't you help me clean upstairs, Ellie," my mom suggested, "maybe Travis can help your father with the yard."

"I'd be glad to help if that's okay with you sir," Travis said to my dad. My dad shrugged and gestured Travis to follow him outside. He gave me a quick smile before walking outside and closing the back door. "May god have mercy on that boy's soul," my mom muttered and motioned me upstairs. I'm not sure if she was joking around or if she actually meant it.

We walked upstairs and my mom told me to clean up her and my dad's room. I nodded and got to work sorting out clothes, papers and random objects. My mom cleaned the bathroom and mopped the floor in the hallway. Minutes went by and I had almost everything in my parents room sorted. I huffed and rested against their bed. I still needed to finish up their closet. I crawled over and started putting things aside.

I picked up three old shoe boxes in the corner of the closet and started walking out when I lost my grip and they all slipped out. All three boxes clattered to the ground and the contents sprawled out on the floor. I groaned and crouched down to pick up everything when I spotted something interesting. I shoved past other small papers and things to see an old photo. It was a picture of my dad, he looked a little younger though but I knew it was still him. But it wasn't just him in the picture. Some lady that I have never seen before was standing with him, hugging him and smiling widely like he just told a joke. She looked older, her face showing slight wrinkles yet she looked radiant.

I stared at the photo, wondering if I've seen that woman before or not. After a while I knew that I haven't. I heard my mom come in and say, "All right, I'm done mopping the hallway. I think I'll make some tea for us. What happened in here?" I looked up I her and said, "Stuff." She chuckled slightly and came over to help me with the fallen contents of the shoe boxes. As she was grabbing stray receipts I handed her the old photo and asked, "Do you know who that woman is with dad?"

My mom looked at it and said, "Ah yes. I definitely remember who she is. That's your father's mother."

My eyes widened. This was the grandmother that I've never met. The one who went missing. The one I'm trying to find. The former proxy.