Jeff the Killer(meets a psycho)

Chapter 5

Amelia's Pov

After letting go of him, his dark, black eyes stared into mine as if he were reading an interesting book.
"I hate you..." He said under his breath before grasping my hand and leaving butterfly kisses up and down my arm. This was the first time in my entire life that I had ever been in pure shock.
"Jeff?"
"Shut up." He groaned while forcefully kissing my hand; he stopped, though, and looked back at the body on the bed.
"Dispose of her in the back yard by three pm. You get four hours."
Once more, he was out of my sight as if he'd never actually been there to begin with. Sighing, I looked back to the bed and set about picking up her deceased body. It already started to wreak, and the blood still dripped from the slit on her stomach.
The quickest way I could think of the get rid of her body was to burn it and bury the ashes.
By one pm, I had finished and taken a shower to remove the blood and horrid, yet somehow pleasing, scent of my once decaying mom. I put on Jeff's white hoodie that I had washed, and pair of black shorts, as well as black lace underwear and matching black bra.
I took a thin, plastic headband and pushed my fringe bangs back, leaving my forehead exposed.
After doing this, I sat on my bed and kicked my legs, making up a song.
"Jefu wa airashīdesuuuu-
Jefu wa hijōshikidesuuuu-
Shikashi, watashi wa Jefu ga daisukidesuuuuu."
(Jeff is adorable, Jeff is insane, but I love Jeff.)
I sighed and collapsed on my bed, sinking into the black sheets.
My mind wondered off to thoughts of him. In every aspect, he was a freak. He was a killer.
Who's not to say we're not all insane?
The door bell rang nonstop. The noise was killing my ears.
"I'm coming!! Geez!!!" I yelled, obstinately trudging down the stairs and to the front door. "Stupid people..." I grumbled while scratching my back and looking the the peep hole. It was a man with dirty blonde hair which was slicked back with way too much hair grease, piercing green and blue eyes, a wrinkled suit that looked way to large on him, converse shoes, and a small red rose sitting in him vest pocket. He looked very buff, but still managed to look like a completely dork.
"This must be the man my mom was talking about..." I paused and started tapping my foot while trying to think of what to do. What if he gets worried that my mom isn't coming to the door and calls the cops? If they find her missing, ill have to come up with a story as to why I didn't call the police as soon as she disappeared. But if I killed the man, people would start wondering what happened to him as well... Well, maybe if Jeff kills the man, the police will forget about my mom and just go after Jeff, which if course, they'd never find him. Jeff was too percipient to be caught by normal humans.
But, where was he? I passed back and forth reticently trying to come up with a plan, when I heard a faint gasp behind the door. I rushed back to the peep hole and peered through it, seeing Jeff whispering : "Go. To. Sleep." Into the mans dying ear. He dragged the body out to the side of the road, tossing him into a sewage gutter and moved hastily to me door and barged on, causing my to fall straight on my ass. He shut the door and locked it.
"Geez! Be careful stupid!!"
"I'm sorry."
"Gah, it's alright. Would you like to take a shower?"
"Sure-"
His sentenced stopped as he noticed i was wearing his hoodie. It was too long for me.
"Y-you're wearing... my hoodie..." He uttered with confusion.
"Would you like it back? I can take it off right now if-"
His body immediately turned around as he repeatedly mumbled "no.no. No. No.... That's alright."
"Oh, okay. Well as soon as you undress, hand me these clothes and ill wash them. Black looks really cute on you!"
Without looking at me, he made his way up stairs to the bathroom in my room and tossed down his bloodied clothes.
"Oh, and thanks for helping me out!" I yelled up to him.
He only grunted and locked the door. I giggled and opened a bag of rice crackers and ate a few before closing the bag and making tea, making enough for the both of us.
A few minutes subsided and the water upstairs stopped flowing. I decided this was my que to bring up the washed hoodie and jeans back upstairs.
As I entered the room, I saw Jeff with A towel was tied around his waist, revealing his top half completely exposed. Many bruises, scars, and even new and slightly infected wounds covered his chest, back and arms. It flattered him; it both brought color to his sheer-white skin and in a way matched his "body art" on his face: the smile he carved upon his own face.
Noticing me staring at him, he grabbed me, pulling me in a tight clasp. I smelt my Warm Vanilla body wash upon his heated skin, which was tinted red, which I assumed was because he used hot water. Walking over to the bed, still holding me in the secure embrace, he laid me down beside him, caressing my check in his palm.
"You're mine, Amelia." He spoke tenderly while planting a kiss on my lips, although he was missing a lot of the skin that used to form his.
No words could escape my throat. My mind was enveloped with so many joyful thoughts. All I could do was rub his back while he held me until we eventually fell asleep.
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