Jeff the Killer(meets a psycho)

Chapter 7

A few days past as Jeff and I lived our lives as if we were a married couple. In a way. He didn't let his emotions show, but I knew he must've cared if he wasn't killing me. But every morning I'd wake up with a few bruises and cuts; I simply never questioned it. Some things were better off unknown. He'd also disappear a lot, coming back covered in blood and smelling absolutely atrocious. But showering that often was against his 'rules'. And even though he hasn't killed me yet, I know he wouldn't hesitate too if I did something to piss him off to an extreme.
Walking down the stairs, I saw Jeff sitting on the last step, hold what appeared to be a picture. His hands were bloody, so looking at the picture was difficult.
"What's that?" I question while looking over his shoulder.
"Just junk." He whispered while ripping it then stand up, which caused me to fall because I was leaning on him.
"Butt-head..." I retaliated, then picked up the two ripped objects. It was a picture.
Being the freak I was, I licked the blood off of it, and gagged at the horrid taste. After a fe seconds of spitting, trying to remove the taste, I held the two pieces next to each other. The picture was of a family; a beautiful woman with long, light brown hair held together in a pony tail stood in the back next to a man with brown hair and a tacky mustache, and in the front stood two boys. One looked older than the other. Both having brown hair and gentle smiles. I giggled at the picture. It was adorable as hell. So why did Jeff rip it? Who's was it? Why did he have it?
Slowly getting up, rubbing my knees that I fell on, I stumbled over to the kitchen to find Jeff making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I walked over to him, taking a bite of his sandwich, which he quickly stole it back with anger, and started to speak while I was still in the process of chewing.
"What werz thet pisur?"
"What? I can't understand you while you are eating, idiot." He muttered.
I swallowed hard and repeated my question.
"I was asking what was that picture? Who was it of?!"
He didn't reply. He just ate his sandwich and started walking into the living room. I grabbed at his arm before he could even take another step and glared at his eyes.
"My house, my rules." I said, trying to act like an adult, however I really just wanted an answer.
"Excuse you?" He said bitterly, "I OWN you."
"Even if you own me, you don't own this house. I do."
He shook my hand off of his and pulled his knife out of his hoodie pocket and holding it to my neck.
"Don't think I won't do it, girl."
My eyes widened. I actually felt fear running down my thigh. A cold sweat dripped from my forehead.
"W-whatever..." I said and slowly backed up.
He lowered the knife and put it back in his pocket.
"That was my family photo." He said, I guess trying to make up for overreacting, but still had hate in his rumbling voice.
"But you're not in it.."
"I'm the oldest child. My hair was brown before it burned, and I guess the color in my eyes faded."
I looked back down at the picture, then up at him, and back down at the picture, gawking.
"No way.." I tried putting the picture in his hand, but he refused to take it. "Keep it. I don't need it." He walked into the living room to finish his sandwich, so I set the picture down and walked with him, holding his hand in mine. He clenched tightly.
His face was emotionless, but I could feel that he was upset.
"You know, even if I wasn't forced to stay by your side, I wouldn't leave." I whispered into his ear and planted a small kiss on his jaw line. His eyes fell to meet mine. My body was now being hugged by his bony, yet warming, arms. He clenched his teeth as if trying to resist his lustful thoughts.
"I'm not afraid, don't worry." I said with a smile.
"But you should be."
His nails sunk into the skin on my upper arms, letting blood slide down. A grin formed across his face as bent down to lick the blood, which made me blush. It felt good, his tongue licking my skin in such a way that it made me almost shiver with lust. I didn't want to ever leave him.
He stopped and sat down, tugging me along with him. Lovingly kissing my cheek. Then he laid his head in my lap and fell to sleep.