Intentions Randy x reader (Jeff the killer)

//Chapter one// I should've listened

I got out of my car to my Aunt Maria's house. I had to stay here since my parents went to jail for a robbery. Fucked up parents make a fucked in kid. Genetics, I guess. I grabbed my small luggage out of the trunk and locked it. I looked around the place weirdly. I haven't been here since I was like 9. I wonder if Randy is still here? I knocked on my Aunts bright red door. She opened it and squealed. She hasn't changed a bit; dark green eyes, black hair in a messy bun, and pale skin clear of wrinkles with some freckles along her face. She hugged me tight. I smiled and walked in.

"Auntie Maria! How are you?" I ask the 31 year old. She just laughed. I noticed her new snakebite piercing.

"Honey, we all know nobody actually cares. I would say fine, then i'll say 'how about you', after that we'll have this boring conversation nobody gives a shit about," she explained leading me to my room.

"Finally somebody who gets me," I laugh.

"Anyway, remember that kid you used to hang out with when you came here every summer before your parents hated me?" She asks with a smirk. I nodded. "Randy's parents, aka Randy, invited you over. Like right now," She said going through my clothing bag. She rummaged around until she finally found something. Black skinny jeans, black and white Converse, and a oversized loose ripped black sweater.

"I-it's not a date, Maria! I shouldn't get so primped up for some guy I haven't seen in like 7 years!" I say as she puts mascara on my lashes. She just ignored me. After she was done, she pushed me outside. I don't even know where his house is. I started to walk down the sidewalk hoping somebody would come across me. I sighed and turned around. Three boys were skateboarding. They should know, I guess?

"Hey, guys, do you know where Randy is?" I asked trying to get their attention. One boy came up to me with his skateboard. He smelled like drugs and vodka.

"What? You need money or something? Scram," He hissed. Holy shit. Randy looks so...matured now. Does he not remember me?

"We were friends when we were kids," I explained. The two boys behind him laughed. One had black hair and was basically wearing all black. The other had brown hair with a beanie. Randy lit a cigarette and blew in my face. He snapped and instantly made the boys stop laughing.

"Oh really?" he said sarcastically, "the only friend was this kid na-" I cut him off by saying, "Y/N." He stopped and looked at me.

"Shit, it really is you ha ha," he laughed then turned back to his friends. What the fuck? I coughed loudly.

"I was supposed to eat dinner with your family," I said. He groaned and led me to his house. It was a awkward silence while we walked there. I remembered the time he told me his mother died from cancer. It seems that his dad got better. I knocked on the door. I heard some yelling and mumbling. He opened the door roughly. He saw me and squinted.

"...Y/N?" He asked. I smiled awkwardly and gave him a hug. He smelled worse of drugs than Randy. Randy scoffed. "Man, I haven't seen you since little Randy still needed you to push him on the swings," Randy's dad chuckled nudging Randy. I gave a polite laugh. He opened the door to reveal a biggish house. It was mainly clean, except for the empty beer bottles. He led us to the dinner table where food was prepared. It was small, but it felt humble.

"So, how is it being here again?" Randy's dad asked. I shrugged.

"It's weird, but I like it here," I answered. He nodded.

"Sir, wheres the bathroom?" I ask getting up. He had a mouth full of turkey. He motioned Randy to take me. Randy led me upstairs, then stopped. I looked at him.

"If you were smart you wouldn't be here," He whispered.

I laugh slightly. "Randy, I don't buy this bad boy act you're doing," I say. He shook his head.

"Not me. My dad!" He whisper shouted. His dad seemed nice. He sighed and showed me to the bathroom.

When I came out, Randy's dad was waiting for me. "Oh, sorry, was I taking too long?"I ask. He pinned me against the wall.

"Way too long~" he smirked. I started to yell but I was met with a slap to the face. I held my face. I whimpered and turned my face away from his. He turned my head forcefully. He slid a hand down my pants. I cried and kicked. I tried to get away from him. He finally let me go. "Your little boyfriend is in his room. Oh, if you say anything he'll get it. It will be all your fault," he spat. I nodded. I knocked on his door. Randy opened it and I quickly ran in. I should've listened.