Friends (a Jeff the killer story)

Friends

Two weeks later...

Jeff walked in with my usual meal, PB-n-J with Lays chips, and sat on his knees in front of me. The same sick smile as everyday.

"Are they even looking?"

"For the last time, yes," he huffed. He rubbed him temple with his thumbs, but the tight skin didn't budge. "You've been in here too long," he laughed.

I just stared as I ate my sandwich.

"I gave you time to think. You just sit and think," he hissed. "You could be moving, but you always make it look as if your in the same spot. HOW!? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!?"

I swallowed, "I think your a lier."

"You think I'm," he stopped to laugh his insane, deranged laugh instead of the other, calming one. (Why did I say that?)

He pulled something out of his pocket. The hoodie's pocket housed a knife, but I was terrified of the thinks in his jean pocket. I instantly fell into the fetal position, whimpering like a dog.

Click! Click! Click!

All the weight that had held me for two week was released. I felt free. I could move every way my body permitted without a chain hold me down. I took the opportunity to sketch and pop every joint that was stiff. Jeff twitched at every cracking noise of my body.

"That was gross," he said.

"So is your face."

In one swift movement, he handcuffed me to him. My wrist was bound again. I wanted to scream, to punch him in the face, but I just stared at the metal on my wrist.

"Great," I huffed.

"ISN'T IT!?"

"My ears!"

He laughed, "Now, your gonna help me with work." He yanked his arm and I was thrown off balance. I couldn't get it back, because walking was new again, so I fell. Jeff was dragged down.

"If I go down, we go down together!" He joked.

I kicked him off me, and hid the key I stole from his back pocket in my own. I laughed a fake laugh.

"See! I'm a funny guy! But, don't PUSH IT..."

"Fine. Now get off me,"  I hissed.

***

After nightfall, we ran through the woods surrounding his house. He had a look of pure terror on his face, which made me that much more terrified. After thirty minutes or so of running, we made it to an open space with train tracks. All my time there and I never heard a train.

Jeff stood behind me and covered my eyes with his pale hands. I could hear him breathing as if his had a lung problem. "Are you okay?" I tried to look up at him.

"Shh!"

"B-"

"SHH!!"

He waited. I could hear something moving in the woods in front of us. Jeff hissed in pain a couple times. Then, he turned me around, hands over my eyes, and pushed me away.

We walked together through an empty field before Jeff uncovered my eyes. Then, two minutes later, we were downtown. This was probably the empty lot behind Sonic that everyone abandoned. Now, I know why...

"Hold my hand," Jeff hissed, holding out his left hand.

"Eww! Why!?"

"Because of the cuffs. If someone sees them, they'll try to save you," he said.

"Good," I smiled.

"And fail."

"Fine!" I grabbed his hand and tried to crush it in my grip. He did the same and won.

After a while of walking through streets and small neighborhoods, Jeff found the house he was looking for. 106 Jan Anne St. A white, one story house in a safe looking neighborhood. Not for long...

As Jeff picked the lock with his free hand, I worked at the cuff on my right hand. The cuff was quiet when it unlocked, thankfully, but I held it closed while Jeff worked. Then, everything was slow motion.

He opened the door, I let go of the cuff, he kept walking unaware, I reached in, locked and closed the door, and ran.

I ran so fast and so far, the wind made me start to tear up. I was tired, but with my life on the line, I ran. I entered Richard Rd. If I went down it, I'd reach Oakland and get home in five minutes.

I ran down Richard, and Jeff got out of the house finally. (Idiot!) He only had a few strides until he caught up, so I forced myself to be faster.

Instead of turning left toward my house, I turned right. The police stations light was still on, thank god! Sometimes, when nothing is happening in our smallish town, they turn it off and go out or home. I could hear his footsteps and see the blade in his hand. I finally reached the steps and staggered up them. I reached for the door handle...

"If you touch that handle, I'll shoot!" He screamed. Instead of a blade, it was a gun. He cocked it and put his finger on the trigger.

"I can't take anymore. You should have had your money by now! LEAVE ME ALONE!!"

"I never asked for it."

"What!?"

He smiled, "I killed you parents before they could say yes!"

"You monster! I swear to GOD, I will kill you," I challenged him, walking down the steps. His lip twitched as I got closer. He was about seven inches taller, so each step made him tower more and more. The barrel was on my forehead now.

His pupils widened. The sign of compassion for another person... But the last two weeks... Being mocked and yelled at, yet cared for and protected from whatever Jeff was so scared of. I was confused. "Do it," I hissed.

He started to shake.

"Do it if you don't need the money. DO IT!!"

As if on que, four cops with shields came to my aid. Two chased Jeff down the street while the other two force me into the station.