Killers Can't Love (A Jeff The Killer Romance)

Chapter Eleven: The Pen Is Louder Than The Voice

Tess

He was gentle with me. Feeling his skint ouch mine sent shivers down my spine. There was a lot of kissing involved, mostly on my neck. He seemed experienced, although I knew this was his first time. Actually, I was his first everything. He told me he was waiting for the perfect girl to give himself to, like how I was waiting for the perfect guy. Jeff understood me like no one else, which is why I aggreed to have sex with him. We were perfect together. I had told him many times that I want to tell the Pastas about us, but he was afraid that Jane would find out. I under stood why he was worried about me, but I could defend myself now. I'm not the weak, scared little girl I was when I first started. Jeff knows this because he's seen what I can do. Why he refuses to believe it, I'm not sure. Slendy's the same way. I've kicked his ass in fights many times, yet he still thinks of me as the mortal girl I was when I came here. I tried to put all of this out of my mind and enjoy the moment I was sharing with Jeff, but it just kept coming back to me. I started thinking about all the good times I've had with Jeff over the last few months. It got me off the topic and I felt better.

Jeff

We finished sooner than I had hoped. She was lying next to me, fast asleep. I watched her for a little while. She kept tossing and turning. Something was bothering her. I got up slowly and put some clothes on. I walked down the hall to Tess' room. Before opening it, I looked around to make sure no one was watching. Thankfully no one was there. I slowly opened her door and stepped in side. She had left the lights on, which I was thankful for so I don't have to stumble around the room like a fucking retard looking for the light. I closed her door and headed to her night stand. I reached under it to see if her diary(she calls it a journal but we all know what it is)was still taped under it. Normally I would never do this, but she's left me no choice. She's been really depressed lately, but won't tell me what's wrong. This is the only way I'm gonna find out. I opened up to her last entry:

Dear Journal,

I've been thinking about how much my life has changed again. Anna is happy for me, but my mom doesn't want me on my own. Neither of them know what I actually do, but my mom can sense that it's not good. To be honest, I was thinking about moving out way before I met Jeff. Anna said I could move in with her if I wanted to, which was my original plan. But then I met Jeff, and now, I couldn't be happier with who I am. I love him, I really do. I just wish I knew if he loved me. Sure, I could read his mind and find out, but I don't really do that to Jeff because he doesn't keep secrets from me. He'll tell me when he's ready, I'm sure. Any way, I've been having those nightmares again. You know, the ones I got after my dad died. I'm not sure why, but they're not as scary now as they were when I was fourteen. I remember them vividly. Each dream had that weird monster chasing me, catching me, saying, "looks like daddy's not here to protect you anymore." and then laughing. I hate that monster. It's like a stripey clown-mummy thing and I hate it!!!!! Even when those nightmares stopped, I couldn't get my mind off of it. I wonder if there's some significance to it. Like maybe it's actually out there. God I hope not.

'Til next time

Love, Tess

Well that was a lot to take in. Wait-stripey clown-mummy thing? Could she mean...Laughing Jack? I swear to God if he's haunting her, I'll rip out his intestines and strangle him with them. Ok, deep breaths, it could be something else. I mean, come on, LJ doesn't really look THAT much like a mummy, he just has a lot of bandages...which is something I never understood. I taped the journal back under her nightstand and walked back to my room.

Tess was still sound asleep, but she was more calm. I smiled and crawled back in bed. Tess' eyes slowly opened. She looked up at me, smiled, and closed her eyes again. "Where were you?" she asked in a sleepy voice. "I went to the kitchen to get a snack." I lied. She couldn't know that I read her journal and, lucky for me, she can't read minds when she wakes up because she's still too tired. She giggled. "Why didn't you bring me one?" I shrugged,"I didn't think you'd want one. I figured you'd still be asleep. I pulled the covers up to my shoulder. Tess opened her eyes again. She lifted up her hand and started tracing my facial features. She traced my jaw line, my nose, around my face, and my mouth. She pulled her hand away and kissed me. I looked at her. I had a question I'd been dying to ask her, but was afraid of how she would respond. I decided to cough up the courage and ask her. "Tess," I started. She looked at me. "Yes Jeff?" "Why aren't you repulsed by how I look? Everyone I've ever met has called me a freak and a hideous monster. Why don't you react that way?" She snuggled up next to me and looked me directly in the eyes. "Jeff, I could give a shit less about how you look. You could be Mark Wahlberg or some nobody that everyone teases and makes fun of. I love you for who you are. Since the day we met, you've been nothing but nice to me, and I respect that. I mean sure, you have your moments, but I don't mind them. And I love that you're yourself. You're crazy, you're weird, you're independent. That's who YOU are...and I wouldn't ask for you any other way." I pulled her close to me. All I wanted was for someone to tell me that. That's all I ever wanted. Tess didn't judge me for what I looked like. She got to know me, the sarcastic asshole that I am, and yet she didn't want me any other way. I knew that she was the one for me at exactly that moment, I knew I loved her. "Tess...I love you." She looked up at me, awe-struck, but then smiled at me. "I love you too." she said. We both smiled, and then we kissed.