Struck By You {Jeff the Killer Love Story, ON HIATUS}

Chapter 5

The next day, Becca and Ivy left. My mom had work, so she left as well. I was pretty preoccupied with other thoughts to really care. Cleaned the house out of boredom, humming as I did so. I wore some paint-covered sweatpants and my cat ear hoodie. I kept the LED pacifier in my mouth. In fact I hadn't taken it off since the night before.

I had never met a boy who was that kind. Or romantic. Jesus, he knew how to make someone go weak in the knees. I squealed a bit at the thought of the laugh he did when he saw I had the binky in my mouth. I kind of wished I could've seen him shiftless. He was super lean, and I almost drooled at the thought of his well-toned abs. It was like crack to a drug addict.

I grabbed my Ipod from the charger and put my headphones in. I felt like dancing and no one was around, so why the hell not? I started with simply tapping my foot and then it turned into swaying my hips. Eventually, I started to sing.

"So why do good girls like bad guys?" My voice was pretty loud, but I didn't care. "I had this question for a real long time. I've been a bad boy and it's plain to see, so why do good girls fall in love with me?"

"Because every girl loves a sexy villain."

I whipped around, slipping on the title and falling in my rear. I looked up to see the boy who had broken into my house last month. I looked around for some way to escape him. He chuckled. It was a cat and mouse game, and right now, the mouse is fucked.

"W-Who are you?!" I exclaimed, my voice cracking nervously.

"I can't believe you haven't figured it out." He frowned slightly, although the tears in his cheeks made it kind of painful to look at. "I also can't believe the police think that you and your little friend were smart."

"Fuck off!" I managed to get back on my feet again.

"Ooh." He winced teasingly. "I've been struck by the swords that are your words."

"You ever think of writing poetry?" I asked, sneaking toward the knife laying in the sink.

"I see you, Sarah." He grinned as he stepped forward.

"H-How do you know my name?" I asked.

"You're so fucking stupid." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look at me!"

"I'm not sure I want to." I managed a coy smirk. "My eyes have never seen something so horrible. I might puke.

"You didn't at the skating rink." He smirked back.

"Y-You...." I was gasping like a fish.

Oh my God. The boy who broke into my house and stabbed my friend, was also the boy I talked with, laughed with, and held hands with at Skate World. I sunk down the wall, covering my mouth. If I didn't already want to vomit before, I certainly felt the urge to now.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he laughed.

"I-I don't even know." I admitted. "Wh-Why....?"

"Why?" He looked at me incredulously. "Why? I wanted to fuck with you! You're both adorable and gullible!"

"So," I finally stood up. "You meant what you said."

"What?" He stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes.

"You just called me adorable." I said, getting cocky. "Meaning, you weren't just messing with me."

Suddenly, he charged me and slammed me against the wall. I squeaked as his forearm was pressed against my throat, crushing my windpipe. I was forced to look into his very cold, pastel blue eyes. They were full of anger and agony, as opposed to happiness that she had seen the night before.