PSYCHOTIC. (A Jeff the Killer P.O.V and Romance)

{8} - Family Reunion...

"OH MY SWEET JESUS COULD IT BE?!" 

The toothpick skinny bundle of annoyence cried out. The blonde that soaked her hair was dark and plastered with hairspray; not a single strand was out of place. Her yellow cardigan sweater with lightly shinning buttons drapped down from her shoulders, with the two sleeves tied softly around her neck. The white collared shirt she wore was stainless, and bright enough to give me a headache. It wasn't hard for me to figure out that this woman was none other than Camry's mother, but then again, it doesn't take long for me to figure out anything. Camry's face was of shock, and mortal terror. Also confusion.

"Honey don't you recognize me?"

"Um," Camry faced palmed at how angry she was, "Of course I do." She gritted her teeth and forced on a smile. It took every last bone in her body to fake that look of plesure, and it was enough to make her mother believe that she truly was happy. Her mother scanned her attire up and down, trying not to vomit. 

"Camriella what in the name of the lord are you wearing? Is that, pleather?" She pointed to Camry's brown plastic jacket. Her mother sighed, "No matter. Your father and I are just overjoyed to see you here."

Camry looked over her mom's shoulder to see her father pulling out some luggage. Oh dear...

"How did you even find me?" She asked through gritted, unhappy teeth.

"Well, James gave us the hint. He called from the hospital, asking us to come and stay with you until he can recover. I was quite surprised that he had called. He wouldn't have if he didn't believe you need someone to come watch over you."

"I don't need your charity."

"Darling, I am your mother, and I love you. I only care for your safety and well being."

"Which is why you kicked me out right?"

"Now that wasn't exactly what I did."

"Yes it was! You and Dad told me to-" Camry stopped herself. She wasn't interested in arguing over the past. Right now, she had to deal with her parents coming over. Her awful, awful parents. I wondered whether or not to end them. It would be pretty sweet, but then again it would pose for a lot of questions. People would wonder where they went, and the police would probably blame Camry for  their disappearence.Her father had finally finished gathering out all of the luggage and made his way to the front door where Camry and her annoying mother stood awkwardly.

"Oh my little princess!"

Yuck. 

"Uh, hi Dad..." 

He dropped the backs carfully and picked Camry up into a large bear hug. He was a tall and muscular man. He was good-looking and in shape for a man his age which I presumed to be around 50. His collared gulf shirt was a sea blue tucked into his Khaki pants. He wore an expensive watch, and his hair was short and full with a touch of gray. He had the face of a cowboy. It was rugged yet handsome and I wondered if he had been popular in school. Probably. 

"Urghh," Camry struggled in his grasp, "Puuut, me duuuown." She pleaded from being suffocated in his large chest. When he had finally let her down, he chuckled and ruffled around her hair.

"How are ya doing sport?" 

She straighted out her clothing and fixed her hair best she could without looking completely pissed off. "Fine. Or at least I was."

"Well now that we're here, you'll feel better than ever."

"Sure..." She rolled her eyes and lead them inside. I could feel my killer senses tingling.