My Daddy the Serial Killer

Chapter 3 The Jeepers

The smell of french fries sickened me. The greasy air of the food court was too much to handle. And of course Jonah would pick the mother load to eat at: McDonalds.

"You sure you don't want anything?"

"I'm positive," I smiled. "I ate before I left anyways." Which was also a lie. I barely had enough time to grab a loaf of bread before entering his beautifully colored Nissan Sentra. It was mocha; my favorite.

We walked all around the mall for a bit and got to know each other more. He loved baseball, he has the same sick sense of humor that I have, and he's a genius in school; though he doesn't show it. When he started talking about his family things started to go downhill. I was sickly unamused, and then something hit me. I just couldn't believe I didn't noticed this before.

While I was too busy taking in his Adonis-like features, I felt somewhat pressured. It was almost alarming at first, but the intensity went away soon after. I looked around me and I began to feel hot. It was like ants on crack was roaming my body and they would never stop to rest. 

"Emmaline?" I whipped my head around. "Hm?"

"I said don't you hate it when they pull out the baby pictures?"

"Oh, yeah! Totally my mom did that, like, all the time when we had guests. I just wanted to stick a knife in her back, haha." Whoa, where'd that come from. 

"Thank you! Someone who understands!" Then he went on and on....

I tuned him in on vital key facts like how his grandfather died, and how his sister calls him Jojo, and the first time him and his dad shared their first beer. You know, just in case if we someday get married and he asks. 

I couldn't shake the feeling. It got worse and worse as the minuets went by. 

Holy mother of God. I might be getting the.... the..

Jeepers.

Daddy  once told me about them. I remember it like it was just yesterday...

"Whoaa there Em you almost got a hole in one!" Daddy beamed. 

"Daddy golf is too hard!" I pouted. Daddy knelt by me and ruffled my hair. "Well if it's so hard then you must be the master at it! You almost got that shot! Not everyone can even get their ball that close to this hole!"

We heard a plink noise and looked at the hole in the ground. A man reached into it and grabbed his ball and walked hastily away. I crossed my arms and stared at my daddy who was now standing.

"Daddy I told you I'm horrible at this!" When a moment passed with no answer I said."Daddy?"

He was staring at that man. He rubbed his arms nervously and sighed. "Daddy why are you staring at that man?"

He looked down at me and explained," Oh, he just gives me the Jeepers Em."

"The Jeepers?"

"Yeah. It's where you get all tingly and fidgety like I am now. Listen to me Emmaline that is a bad man. I can feel it. You stay by me ok?"

"Ok daddy. But how do you know?"

"The Jeepers never lied to me before Em. They never do. They tell me if that person is a bad person. It's just a feeling is all."

Two weeks later I saw that man in the newspapers. 

"Emmaline?"

"Uh just call me Emma. It saves you breath, haha."

The day went on, and so did the Jeepers. Why was I having them? Who's threatening me? It must be my imagination. Or maybe.... No it can't. Liars or not, the Jeepers aren't ruining this for me. It can't be.....

Jonah....

Can it?