When Skies Are Blue (Jeff The Killer Love Story)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Him Again?

After the police have cleaned everything and moved out some things. I went inside and sighed happily. "Well this is gonna be fun." I chuckled and ran upstairs and into my parents bedroom. I walked in and I saw that all of the things on their bed was gone. I looked in their dresser and nothing was there. And that's when I knew. "I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I screamed as I laughed and ran all around the house. "Deranged rooster much?" A voice said behind me. I stopped running and I narrowed my eyes when I looked back and let out a small growl. "Hello to you too Jeff." I grumbled. Great, it was my first day of freedom and he had to steal it. "What were you doing?" He asked. "Enjoying myself while it lasted." I smiled and glared at him. "Why do you always have to come at the worst times possible?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen and found absolutely nothing in the fridge. 'Great' I thought. "Because I like to." He said as he flopped down on the new couch. I groaned in annoyance as I looked in all the cabinets and all of them were empty. "Ugh, I need to go." I grumbled and he just sat there. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Then go." He said and I grabbed my jacket and put it on, then my coat and I walked out the door, locking it behind me.

As I walk on the sidewalk, I look around to see if 'he's' following me. Even though I already know that he wouldn't come out in public unless he had his hood up with his hair flying over his face. I could see the store from where I was walking a mile away and my stomach growled loudly. "Okay! Okay! I'm going to feed you so just give me a minute!" I said to my growling belly and walked across the street. As I walked into the store, I needed to check what time it was but I then noticed something: I dropped my iPod at the park. "Oh no..." I whispered.

-Jeff's P. O. V.-

I was laying on the couch, wondering if I should kill her or not. I mean, she has nothing! No friends no family, no person to even come over except me to annoy the crap out of her. The way she pushed me away from her to go and talk to her dad made me wonder if she would be a good torture toy for amusement. But I don't really think that she's scared of me though. And that's what I don't get. Why isn't she scared of me? I mean, look at me for gods sake! I have a bloody carved in smile, white skin, and I kill people! Why do I not scare her like my other victims?! 'Maybe shes...different?' I thought to myself. 'No. She hates me. And I hate her.' Just as I was about to shout at myself for even thinking of her, the door opened and I clutched my knife that was in my hoodie pocket. "Jeff, have you seen my phone anywhere?" I sat up and looked at her. I shook my head no and she sighed and nodded. "Thanks..." She muttered. "For what?" I asked. "For telling me." She explained and I fell silent. Normally, I didn't like lying. Or liars. But I was being one. I knew where her phone was exactly. It was in my pocket but...I need to see if she's going to call the police or not. 'Sorry not sorry' I thought.