Human Again (A Jeff the Killer story)

42. A team

Hi guys! Sorry, I took forever to write this chapter. I hope you'll like it! I promise you next one will be written sooner :)
Enjoy,
Xx

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You could break my heart
Step on it, throw it to the flames
I'd still pick it up
And give it back to your hands.
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Emilie' pov

When I wake up, Jeff isn't at home. He doesn't seem to be anywhere near it, and I relax instantly. I've felt nervous around him after what he told me last night. Even if I was drunk, I remember it fully. I'm surprised, in shock, but deep down I already knew it. He was right, I could feel the attraction between us since the beginning, but I chose to cut it down and he should do the same. When we'll save Peter, he'll have to go and leave me for good.

Speaking about Peter, I'm scared about the battle of tonight. Because it's going to be a fight, I'm not dumb. And I'm terrified, I've never done that before, and I know I'll just have to rely on Jeff.
That's why I feel bad, because after rejecting him, I own him my fiance's life. I'm terrible.

After preparing my breakfast - which is  old bread like a rock and a strange coffee - I head to the bathroom, which is clean thankfully. I take a shower, trying to let my mind go away, and be ready. I haven't worn wake up since I'm here, so it's fast.

When I hear the front door open, I head to my bedroom. Call me a coward, but it's so weird to be near Jeff now. Even more than before. And it's going to be a long day waiting, because the meeting is only at 11 p.m.

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It's already been long hours since I last did something today; and the night is already here. I've been here, sitting on my bed all day long, cutting and eating my nails because of stress. I've only stopped when one of my nail has started bleeding, but I couldn't help it. Tonight, we're going to fight whoknowswho and save Peter. Or we can be both killed, as far as I know.

"Emilie, can I come in?" I hear Jeff screaming from behind my door. I nearly forget his presence while I was here. I reluctantly open the door to let him enter. The first thing he does is taking my hand and examining it.

"Why are you bleeding? What have you done to your nails?"

"I..." I took my time to find a good way to explain him. I don't want him to mock me for being so stressed. "I'm just a little stressed. Nothing important."

"It is important. Don't hurt yourself." He says that with so much sympathy and caring, that I have to look away to avoid him to see my blush. I can't help blushing, especially since yesterday.

"And there's nothing to be stressed about." He continues, oblivious of my nervous state around him.

"Of course there are reasons to be stressed! We can both get killed."

"Killed? Me?" He laughs like it was the best joke ever. "I won't get killed. I've never lost." He then sits on my bed and lay his legs on the floor, like we were two friends having a normal conversation about food or tv shows.

"I hope so." I simply reply before sitting on the bed too, but far away from him. Without even knowing, I start eating my nails once again. I've always had that problem when I was in a very stressful situation when I was younger, but I get rid of it when I was 16. Guess it just came back.

"Stop that." Jeff took my hand away from my mouth, and keep it in his hand. "There's no need to be nervous. I'll win, I always did. I'll save your boyfriend and then everything will be over."

I take my hand away from his and think about his sentence. Yes, everything will be normal again, but only if he leaves this city. I'll feel safe again when I'll know for sure that Jeff and my mysterious threat are gone. I need to live a happy life with my future husband, without constantly turning around in case a murderer is after me.