I'll Never Die(JTK Love Story){COMPLETE}

Chapter Twelve: He Doesn't Really Care

I wake up with a racing heart and heavy breath. I sit up straight in my bed, tossing the covers off of me in fear; the nightmare I had had was still in my head. It takes me a moment to realize I am awake now and not being tortured by Jeff, as I had been in my nightmare. I shake the remaining images from my head, or rather I try to. The images of Jeff smiling sadistically as he dug him blade into me over and over again just will not leave me.

"Evelyn? Are you okay?" I hear his familiar voice ask, but all I could hear is his crazed laughter. I was in to much of a panic to realize how close to me he is. He appeared concerned, but all I could see was him covered in my blood. I jump out of the bed, tun pass him and straight into the bathroom.

My throat burns and the taste of vomit fills my mouth as I once again throw up. This time Jeff follows me into the bathroom-I didn't want him to. I don't want to see him, not in my nightmares and not in real life. None the less, Jeff holds back my hair as I empty my stomach. He tries to sooth me, rubbing my back with one hand, but it isn't much comfort coming from him. Soon there was nothing left to throw up, but I still don't move.

"I think you're coming down with something," Jeff says.

I shake my head, "No. I'm fine"

"Then why were you throwing up, Evelyn?" He questions me. I don't respond, I just get up and get out of the bathroom. Jeff follows me, and continues to talk. "You were throwing up last night too. I'm worried about you."

"Could you not do that right now," I snap at him.

"Do what?" He asks.

"Pretend to be concerned for me," I tell him.

"Whatever," Jeff growls. He plops down on the couch and turns on the TV.

I take a shower in the hotel's bathroom then change into clean clothes. I feel a little better now, the nightmare has almost completely left my head. I hate that I had to witness that, I hate that I snapped on Jeff like that, I hate a lot of stuff right now. I need to worry about more important things though. It is already late into the morning, I need to eat soon. I'm supposed to be at the house around noon to take Alex to the park.

I throw my hair up into a bun before leaving the bathroom. Jeff still sits on the couch, watching the news. He glances at me for a moment. He has a beer in his one hand, and he plays with his knife with the other. Other than the cut in his cheeks, his expression remained blank. He doesn't care, it was all an act. I have no clue what he thought he'd get out of it, but it was all an act.

"There's coffee in the kitchen," He informs me. I look over to the tiny area that is that 'kitchen' and sure enough a pot of fresh coffee sat in there. Jeff had to have made it, he is the only other one in the room, but the pot is still full-he made it but didn't drink any. Odd.

"Did you make that for me?" I ask him. He takes a drink of his beer and again looks over at me. Something dances in his eyes, something I can't place. Whatever emotion it was, I don't know. And I don't know if I should be worried about myself or not. For all I know he tried to poison it to see if that could kill me. I already know it can't, so I guess taking a drink can't hurt me.

I pour myself a cup into one of the small cheap disposable cups the hotel room left. I take a drink-it's still hot, and it's bitter, but it doesn't taste weird in the sense that it might have any kind of drugs in it. If I start foaming at the mouth ot anything, I'll know. I finish the cup quickly, I didn't have much time left.

"Thank you," I thank Jeff. I grab my keys, toss on my shoes, and leave.

I literally have one foot out the door when Jeff asks, "Where are you going?"