Try To Get Out Alive (A Jeff The Killer Fanfic) COMPLETED

~Chapter 8: Close

Chapter 8

Amber P.O.V

I gasped in realization. 

"J-J-Jeff..." I stuttered. 

He look at me, sorrow in his eyes. 

"Jeff...Jeff..." I repeated. 

"That's my name. Don't wear it out." he growled. 

I ignored his comment, and we were still on the ground when I heard a car. Jeff launched himself off the ground, pulling me up after him. He darted into the woods, and I followed him. 

"Gah." I muttered as a truck with a ultra-diesel thingy mabobber zoomed by. The smoke clogged my nose and left a rancid taste in my mouth. 

"Fuel Economy, yeah right..." I heard Jeff murmur. "Fucking humans." he added.

 I inwardly laughed at him. 

"Jeff-I-I-" I stammered. 

"You should get to the bus stop." he blurted. 

I nodded and walked out of the woods towards the bus stop. I turned my head and he was to the left of me. 

"Why did you...?" I asked him, my eyes watering.

"No reason why I shouldn't have." he replied. 

"There was all the reason not to!" I argued. 

"Such as...?" he said. 

"Well...she was my f-f-friend." I stuttered. 

"Was." 

"Yes. Now she is gone thanks to you." I said. 

"Well its going ot get worse so get fucking used to it." he said. 

I took a shaky breath before launching my ultra-mega speech, tears falling down my face. 

"Its my fault she's dead. I shouldn't have ever told her to die, then you wouldn't have killed her! I have anger problems, didn't you know?! I really don't mean half of the things that I say--" 

"So if you said you loved me," Jeff blurted. "You wouldn't mean it." 

The question took me aback, and I stared at the ground. If I...loved him? 

"I said half the time." I managed to say. 

"So half of you would love me, what about the other half?" Jeff asked, smirking. 

"Why are you so stupid?" 

"Why are you answering my questions with questions that have nothing to do with the topic we are discussing?"

"Why are you sounding like my teacher?!" 

"Why do you care?" 

"Why DO I care?" I said, smiling. 

"......" 

I thought about what I had just said. 

Do I care? I did. I cared. 

I knew it. Deep down. Random butterflies popped up from no where and fluttered.

"Butterflies...?" I mumbled. 

Jeff looked at me seductively, then he grabbed me and stared straight at me. 

I looked at the ground, but I could feel him staring. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, his hot breath crawled onto my cold, pale skin, and tickled me, causing me to shiver. 

"Look at me." 

I nervously glanced up, and saw a little spark in his eye, like a kind of love spark. 

"Butterflies?" he asked me. "I certainly don't see any." 

He leaned in closer to me, and I moaned. 

He chuckled as the sound escaped my lips. His hand reached up and tucked a stray bang that was hanging in my face behind my ear, and wiped my tear. 

"Why are you doing this?" I asked. 

"Well you don't want me to stop." He replied. 

I smirked. Maybe this is what I really needed in my life. 

Love. 

Could love let us escape from reality? Possibly. 

Jeff suddenly darted away from me, leaving me alone to walk to the bus stop. 

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Sorry for the most boringest, lamest and probably most shortest chapter you have ever read in your life.