Jeff the Killer(meets a psycho)

Chapter 3

The next day passed quickly, and I was awaiting the arrival of my mom.
Jeff lay on bed, in what seemed to be a deep sleep, wearing my mask. But I knew he was still aware of everything going on. Maybe his dreams were his witness. I lye there, gazing at his pale skin and pitch black hair, when my mom burst through the front door downstairs and yelled "Hunny! I'm home!!"
Not even a second passed and the mask was removed from his eyes and he threw his body out if my bedroom window. I looked out. It looked as if he disappeared. "Jeff?" I whispered.
My mom slammed open my door and ran up to me, hugging me.
"Geez ma..." I sighed.
"I met a really cute man a work yesterday! I think you'd really like him! He's strong!"
"Whatever mum.."
"Oh, sweetie, were you talking to someone just now?"
Her faced quickly flushed from excitement to concern. I knew how to play it cool, though, and lying was something I was easily capable of doing.
"I thought I saw my friend across the street and called out."
She raised an eyebrow and sighed.
"Okay." She said before leaving the room and running downstairs.
I slumped down on my bed, only to be reunited with the warmth of another body.
"Where'd you go?" I questioned, "I looked out the window but you were gone..."
A rough laughed escaped his mouth before he answered.
"You're a smart kid, I thought you'd at least check the roof."
"Hey! You're twenty three! Not that much older than me!" I protested with my cheeks glowing pink.
"And you're fifteen. Still a child."
My head sunk into my hands and my eyelids shut. The sound of the rain was bitter today. It didn't feel as pleasant at it did yesterday.
When I opened my eyes, I was yet again alone in my vacant room. It felt lonely. Laying down, I hummed and brushed through my long, black hair with my fingers. I wasn't surprised of his sudden disappearances. It seemed as if I knew him forever, probably just because of my research over him. After all, he's a killer. Being swift and quick is mandatory.
Just as I was about to out on music, a blood curdling screech echoed from down stairs. As fast as my thin, long legs would carry me, I sprinted. I opened the bathroom, empty. The spare room, empty. My throat was dry from fear of that being my mothers; but I convinced myself to trudge to my moms room. Grabbing the handle, I twisted it slowly, hearing heavy breathing and whimpering. As I pushed it open, my eyes widened.
My mother lay on her bed, tears flooding from her eyes bleak eyes and a intense smell of metallic filled my lungs. Her chest was cut open, and blood was gushing out of her body. My mother was dying.
Turning around, I met face to face with the criminal in charge of the slaughter of the woman who have me life. Pushing past me, he held the knife in which he's carried for the past few days and grunted in my mothers ears: "Go. To. Sleep." Before piercing the blade into her slowly beating heart. Her whimpers stopped. For some reason, this caused Jeff to laugh hard. He dug his bare hand inside her chest and ripped out her heart, squishing it between his bony fingers.
"You... Did this?" I asked dumbly, knowing he obviously did.
Before he had a chance to answer, I ran up to him, which startled him immensely, hugging him tightly. In return, the blood covering his clothes smeared upon mine.
After holding him in my tight embrace for what felt like hours, I let go and giggled while saying, "your art is always so pretty! I will get started on drawing this soon!" I entertained my fingers in his and smiled big. "Thank you for making my mom look pretty."

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* sorry for such short chapters! But I'm starting to become a little confused on what to write! But I'm enjoying writing this! <3