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

Chapter 8

Honestly, I hadn't expected to ever walk beside Jeff without him trying to kill me. But, there we were, walking down the empty street together. I could barely remember where we were at, and Jeff told me that it had something to do with being in the Otherworld for so long. He could barely remember where his own home was.

"Here." Jeff stopped in front of a house.

"What do I do?" I asked, feeling like a bit of an idiot.

"You just let it come to you naturally." Jeff opened the window on the bottom floor and slipped through.

I followed him, and just about tripped over a chair. He groaned quietly and disappeared into the kitchen. A moment later, he appeared with another knife. He set it into my hand and lead me upstairs. I could hear the peaceful snoring of someone in the back bedroom. Jeff eased a door to the left open to reveal a little girl.

"I'll take her." Jeff chuckled in a low tone. "Watch from here."

Nervously, I did what I was told. I watched as he crawled onto the little girl's bed. My heartbeat quickened as the little girl opened her eyes and mouth, ready to scream. Suddenly, the knife was plunged deep into her chest.

"Go to sleep." Jeff whispered.

She gurgled out in panic, blood beginning to dribble out of her convulsing body. It took a good five minutes for her body to stop shaking.

"Wow...." My voice came out as a hysterical giggle.

"You okay?" He chuckled, looking at me quizzically.

"My turn." I felt the burning resume in my throat.

"Of course." He smirked. "I'm not gonna take out the whole family for you."

I slipped upstairs and saw an older man asleep in the bed. I tightened my grip on the knife. As I slipped onto his bed, his eyes fluttered open. When he went to scream, I slipped my foot over his mouth. He started to try and unbalance me by grabbing my leg, but it didn't work.

"Who are you?" His question was muffled by my foot, but I heard it.

"I am your nightmare." I grinned at him.

That was when I drove the knife I to his stomach. Blood gurgled past his lips and all over my shoes. I smiled and moved my foot. I sat down on his stomach, causing some blood to splatter my outfit and onto my face. I locked it away and then lowered down to suck the blood out of his throat and mouth. When I pulled back, I saw Jeff staring.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

"That was..." I watched his face turn a dark red in a matter of seconds. "Fucking hot."

"Seriously?" I licked the blood away from my blade and climbed off him. "You're into some weird shit."

"Says the girl who ripped the organs out of a deer and ate them." Jeff said.

For a moment, we stared at each other. Then, we burst into laughter. I couldn't tell you why, but we did. It took us at least twenty minutes to calm down. After the fit of laughter, he looked at me.

"So," Jeff shuffled his feet a bit. "Are we done? Or do you want to kill more?"

"You decide." I replied, climbing over the dead body.

"Let's go for one more." He smiled and then grunted at the sight of the man's belly jiggling. "That's disgusting."

I laughed and walked past him. I trotted down the stairs and flung myself out the window. I rolled a bit and slammed into the gate. He laughed once he got outside, quickly offering me a pale hand. I allowed him to pull me to my feet. We started walking down the street again.

"I recognize this street!" I gasped suddenly. "Hey, can I grab my mp3 and jacket from my house?"

"It's risky, but alright." Jeff said. "And if your mother sees us, she has to die."

"What?" I stopped, and he stopped a few paces ahead of me.

"It's law." Jeff looked back at me. "If a parent or sibling of a creepypasta is still alive and they see you, you have to kill them."

I didn't respond and kept walking. I heard Jeff's footsteps behind me, so I didn't worry about slowing my pace. When I reached my house, I stopped for a moment. Everything was just as it had been. As I slowly rotated the handle, I realized that it was unlocked. Something was wrong.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Immediately, I smelled alcohol and cigarettes. My mom didn't smoke, and sure as hell never drank when I lived with her. I sprinted up the stairs with Jeff at my heels. I could hear groaning from my mother's bedroom, and I didn't even both to knock. I kicked the door open and just about had a heart attack.

There was my mom, being laid up by some man. They both turned to me. My mother looked to drunk to be surprised and the man looked furious. He got off her and stood up.

"Mom." The words fell from my mouth before I could stop them. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"What does it..." She slurred. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Who the hell is this?" I snapped, guesturing toward the man.

"Your momma's boyfriend." The man smiled at me. "And could be somethin' to you, if you want."

"My turn." My mom cackled, as if we were playing a game. "Who's the boy? You turn.... you turn into a whore?"

"Why would I turn into you, mom?" I asked, gripping the blade I had taken from the other house.

"What the fuck did you just say?" The man stepped forward.

"Hey," Jeff pointed his own knife at the man. "Don't make me slaughter you, buddy. It's her battle. Let her win it."

"Mom, why?" I asked, forcing back tears.

"When..." My mother stammered. "When I lost you...you've been gone for-for months..."

"Months?" I gasped.

Had time really gone by that fast?

"Kill her." I could barely hear Jeff. "She's not going to improve. Just end her suffering."

"You know what, Jeff?" I managed a dry laugh and wiggled the blade in my hand. "Let's do that. Right now!"

I remember in detail what happened next. You may not want to know, but let me tell you anyways.

I charged my mother, but was grabbed by the front of the shirt. I got swung into the wall and then dropped. The man screamed in pain as Jeff plunged the knife into his spine. I got up and charged my mother again. She grabbed a beer bottle from the bedside table and swung it into my skull.

I ignored the feeling of pieces of glass sticking into my skin and slid my blade across her throat. The fire in my throat was raging and so was my anger. I moved the blade down to her stomach and began to repeatedly stab her abdomen. I felt the blood spray my face and clothes.

Suddenly, I was pulled away from her by arms wrapped tightly around my body. I didn't even fight.

"Easy, Sarah." I heard Jeff's voice in my ear. "Shh....it's done. I'll reach out for Slender. He'll take us home."

I couldn't even respond. I just buried my head into his sweatshirt. He slipped out from under me momentarily and came back quickly. When he held me again, he drapped something over me. I recognized the black fabric as my hoodie. It didn't take long for sleep to wash over me.

Especially with Jeff whispering things into my ear.