The Stoneson Family (Jeff The Killer x Samantha Stoneson)

Chapter 1O

Samantha's Point Of View

I followed Sally to her room. When we entered her room was pink and her carpet was too.

"Please take of your shoes." She said firmly.

"Ok." I smiled and took them off. "Also, I like the color of your hair."

"Really? No one has told me that." She said with a sigh.

"You're welcome."

"What?"

"You're welcome."

"No one has told me that."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"No."

"Better not...."

"Sorry."

"Don't be, that's for losers and you aren't one."

"Really? Well.... I've never been happy really...." I sighed with a tear going down my cheek.

"Aw. Don't cry little precious. Oh yeah." She said smiling evilly. "Wanna Play Hide - N - Seek!?" She screamed, starting to abuse me like a toy.

Jeff's Point Of View

I heard Sally scream out her quote.

"Shit, uh be right back." I said as I raced to Sally's room. I opened the door to see Samantha hanging by a chain almost dead.

"WHAT THE FUCK SALLY!" I screeched.

"Jeffy! Isn't it gorgeous how she's hanging? We can kill her now you and me and kill everyone in town and-"

"No." I growled.

"Wh- WHAT!?" She yelled. Slenderman teleported into the room.

"Who. Did. This." He said, word by word.

"I did." Sally said proudly. I glared at her.

"Sally, remove her from there." He said rudely. She nodded and did what she was told. When Samantha was released, she ran to me and hugged me. I didn't hug back.

"Get off of me." I said roughly. Slenderman left the room and I pushed Samantha off of me and left the room. I walked into my room and sat on the bed. I stared out the window.

"Liu......" I said softly. "I'm sorry for killing you......................................." A tear ran down my cheek, making the pain hurt worse. After a minute Samantha came in. I quickly wiped away the tear and glared at her.

"What the fuck do you want?!" I said.

She stared at me with her eyes filled with tears.

"What?" I growled annoyed.

"Jeff....... Why must the good get bad and the bad get good? Why must the warm blooded, heartful people die first while the cold blooded, heartless people live? It makes no sense that the good must suffer. But, life is life. Jeff... I just came to say that..... my heart is not with me right now...... It's with no one except for one person...."

"Who?" I asked, wondering who it could be. Not me.

"The one and only Jeff The Killer which is you." She stared at me and sat next to me. I could feel the cold breath that she breathed on my neck.

"I love you." She said sighing sadly. I didn't dare to look at her but I ended up looking at her. Her caramel brown eyes were filling up with tears. All I did was hug her. She hugged back.

"You know I don't always celebrate with kisses." I laughed.

"I know." She said laughing too. Something about her just made her.... beautiful. She had beautiful long blonde hair, caramel eyes, a nice tan skin tone, and her black tank top and shorts. And also, a pair of Vans shoes. We stared into each other's eyes. But me, I was looking into her soul. She was just the one for me. It's very weird.

Samantha's Point Of View

After the long hug, I moved close to him. I gave him a warm smile. I was freezing to death. I started to snuggle into his white hoodie. He picked me up, and took me to my room. I was glad to still have a double bed. He put me down on the bed and then he took a long gaze into my eyes. I smiled and broke off the gaze, getting into the covers and falling to sleep.

Jeff's Point Of View

I stared at her. I couldn't break off my gaze from her. I closed her door and went to sleep with her snuggling up into my hoodie.

'What the fuck am I doing anymore?'