The Hunt (Jeff the Killer Fanfiction)

18: I'm Crazy For Loving You

     I feel someone shoving my body, urging me to wake up. I groan as I awake, forcing my eyes to open. It's still dark outside, but the bright light of the headlights hitting something large in front of us blinds me. I rub my eyes, for a minute everything is quiet as I let my eyes adjust. Once I can finally see, I look over to the man who dared to disturb my sleep.

"What is it, Jeff?" I ask him.

"We're here," Jeff tells me, giving me a half smile under the cut in one.

"Finally," I cheer sleepily. We had been on the road for three straight days now. Jeff refused to stop till he thought we were far enough to be safe for a couple months at least. During the day I'd drive. Usually Jeff would just tell me to keep going straight till I couldn't anymore, then he'd sleep while I drive. Then at night, he'd drive and I'd sleep.

"Looks nicer than the last place," I comment.

"Yeah," Jeff agrees, "Looks like all the window's are actually intact. Might be a bit warmer. Might have to smash a window so I'll still have an excuse to cuddle you."

Jeff chuckles, I look down at my hands.

"If you claim not to like me, then why do you flirt with me?" I ask him. His laughter silences instantly. He doesn't respond, so I push it further, "You say you care about me though. If you like me, why not just admit it?"

"Did you listen in on my conversation with my friend?" Jeff asks instead of answering.

"No," I respond.

"I already know you did, so don't lie," He says. I sigh and lean back in my seat, staring at the house.

After a moment of silence, I say, "You didn't answer my question."

"You heard me talking to Jack," Jeff replies, "So you already know."

"You're afraid of rejection," I tell him.

"No," He responds, "I'm afraid of what I'll do to you when you reject me."

He shuts off the car and gets out, slamming the door behind him. I watch his back as he walks up to the front door and begins to mess with the lock, attempting to break in.

"Who said I'd reject you?" I whisper.

I slap the side of my head a couple times, mentally screaming at myself for saying that. I'm lucky he didn't hear me. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm going fucking insane..

I get out of the car, grabbing my bag, and head over to Jeff. He manages to pick the lock, swings the door open, and then heads back to the car to grab his own bags. I wait at the door until he comes back, then follow him inside.

I wasn't even looking at the house, my eyes stay trained on Jeff. I'm sure he can tell I'm staring, but he doesn't look back at me. My mind is on him too, more specifically my feelings for him. What the hell has gotten into me?

This is exactly what Jeff wants, I tell myself. This was his goal. He wants to drive me into madness. He wants a Harley. I shouldn't be giving him what he wants. Being around him is driving me mad, I need to get away from him.

But I can't do that, I can never get away. I can't protect myself, and those who want him want me too now. And even if I could survive without him, I'm sure he'd come hunting me down if I dare leave. My only option of escape is death, but ever since that moment in the forest I've realized I don't want to die.

I just want my old life back. I want to bake cookies with Carolyn, Samantha, and Alice. I want my parents attempting to talk to me at the dinner table. I want the maid teasing me about boys I crush on. I want younger kids snickering at me on the bus for wearing the boys uniform. I crave for the past, before Jeff walked into my life. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself.