Chapter 8

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Two months later:

I know Jeff didn't love me or this baby. He just wanted a child as a killer. It didn't make any sense to me but that's what Jeff wanted. So that's what he gets.

Jeff wanted me to rise the baby to be as insane and as cold hearted as he was. Were I wanted my son to grow up and go to school get married...Have kids and a wife that he loved.

There was now a deadline on my life. Jeff told me that when my son or daughter reached the age of ten. He didn't need me anymore. The child would be ready to go and kill on its own.

Jeff wanted me to be his wife. But not a proper one o

more like a slave. That's what I was a slave that was carrying his baby.

Over the past two months I learned that Jeff wanted this child for a reason and it did make sense.

Jeff has never been caught by the police. NEVER! So when the day comes that they might find him he will have the child to rub his DNA over every victim he kills. So the police will come the for the child not him.

It was a brilliant plan because he had years of experience. The baby was now two months and three weeks and I had to go for a scan soon.

And for some reason I was excited to find out about my baby.

My mom knew about me and Jeff made me say he was my boyfriend. So that I could move in with him soon when It was close to the birth of the baby.

Obviously my mom hasn't seen Jeff I said that he was working out of town for a couple of months.

"Well when can I meet him?" She said impatiently

"When he's back in town" I would reply.

She would frown the give up asking.

Jeff makes me go 'hunting' as he calls it. I hate it watching the blood pour from my innocent victims.

"Your getting better" Jeff would say.

When I'm back from killing I would burst out in tears. Remembering them screaming for mercy and me lunging on to them and saying

"Sweet dreams"

That would be what I say after killing them sort of a habit.

I haven't got a baby bump yet but I don't think I want to. Everyone would ask questions and I would be really awkward about it because I am an awkward person.

Jeff and me. ugh I hate saying that to my self there is no me and Jeff!

Well anyway we're going 'hunting' tonight. My mom's at work and I'm waiting on him.

Then I see him walking up the street his white hoodie over him with the hood up. I walked out of the house.

We walked in silence until something made me curious.

"Jeff?" I said

"What" I spat at me.

"If I'm going to be your 'wife" ugh in hate saying that but I knew this would make him sorry that he was doing this. "Well I want to do it properly" I said smugly. Knowing he would hate the idea more than me.

"What do you mean" he growled at me.

"Have a proper wedding" I said grinning knowing he was pissed.

"Why? We don't actually love each other." He spat

"Well I want to have the experience and if your going to kill me in ten years which isn't that long then I want the experience of getting married. even if it's to you."

"And you want to get married in front of your family with me? My face looking like this?" he laughed uncontrollably

"We can make something up like you were attacked.

He spat at my feet

"Then I can move out and be your slave..I just want my mom to know I'm happy..Well to think any way."

I knew he couldn't find a way out of this. I had won.

He looked at me furious.

"Okay bitch!" he said

"And I want an engagement ring!" I said smiling that I was getting my way.

We walked on and then we reached a house we did the same drill I got up on Jeff's shoulders and I tried to break the window open then an ear screeching alarm went of.

"Get down!" he yelled at me

I fell and he fell down to. We were in a heap on the grass then he pulled me up and we ran out.

We never stopped running then he stopped in his tracks.

"My knife!" He gasped

"What? What do you mean your-" I was cut off

"MY FUCKING KNIFE!!" He was on bis knees searching the ground for it.

Then I saw something laying on the floor I went over. It was him knife.

I picked it up and put it in my pocket.

"Well um I guess I'm going then" I said

I don't think he noticed that I was leaving to busy looking for his precious knife

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Ya this chapter well it isn't the best soz :/

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