Killing Me Slowly (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 6: Competition and Jealousy

I woke to the sound of my alarm beeping. I rolled onto my side and found my bed oddly empty. Was last night just a dream?

I rubbed my eyes and sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I stood and stripped down, walking into my bathroom and turned on the shower. Stepping into the warm water of my shower was amazing. Though I knew I didn't have a lot of time. I still had school today, but I couldn't get the thought of Jeff off my mind. And.. even if he WAS here, why would he just leave me like that? He promised me breakfast too.

I shaved then washed my hair, moving to the rest of my body. After I was done, I stepped out, the room foggy and moist from the steam. I opened the door and walked into my room wrapped in a towel... and was met with Jeff's smirking face as his eyes raked over me. I jumped and squeaked.

"Jeff! I thought you left!" I clutched my fast beating heart.

"You thought wrong." His grin grew wider. I tightened my towel around me as he walked over. I looked around nervously and he smirked at this. "Do I make you nervous?" He leaned his face close to mine and chuckled a bit as my breath sped up.

I didn't answer his question and stayed completely still. His arms propped his body up, which was really close to mine. "I don't know how long I'll be able to control myself around you. Every time I see you.. I think of all the things I could do." He bent and brushed his lips against my ear. "I think of how loud I'd make you scream..." He sighed the last words, his warm breath fanning across my ear, neck and collar bone, which drove me wild.

"It's all very... frustrating...." His hands trailed down my sides, his fingers digging roughly into my hip bones, which pulled me closer.

"W-what's so frustrating about it...?" I asked, looking up at him. He smiled.

"What's frustrating is... the fact that if I WERE to have my way with you.... I break you. You're so fragile. But I really don't know... how I'm supposed to control it." He pressed his lips against my forehead then pulled back enough to look at me. His eyes were a dark, deep blue, which held a strong and lustful hunger.

I wanted him. That much was clear. The way he looked at me when he spoke, or the deep, hot tone his voice took. It all put me in a sort of drunken state.

"Jeff...." I tilted my head up, wanting him to give into his urges. All I got was a chuckle.

"Not now. I won't harm my delicate flower just yet." He pulled back and poked my nose. "Get dressed, I'll be waiting for you down stairs." And he left. Just like that he shut the door behind him.

I let out a disappointed sigh and got dressed in a black ACDC concert tee and blue skinny jeans. I pulled on socks then my knee high converse.

It was strange. I was beginning to like this Jeff more than the one I dreamt about. He was rougher, more protective, and I felt a strange vicious want to constantly be around him.

I pulled my hair into a messy bun and put on a bit of make up. Eyeliner, cover up, mascara, the usual. I glanced at the clock. I had twenty minutes to get to school. I ran out into the hall and down the stairs, met by a plate piled high with pancakes. Jeff sat at the kitchen table, his cheek in his hand.

"Eat." He said bluntly. I shook my head.

"There's no time. I have to get to school." I said as I picked my back pack up off of the kitchen floor.

"I don't care. You're eating. And if your time is so precious to you then you better do it quickly." His voice was deep and warning. I didn't protest further and sat down, eating quickly. I stood up, downed the orange juice and jogged towards the door.