Krystal just sat in silence as she washed Jeff's back, not really making any eye contact with him. It felt odd to say the least. To be scrubbing him, because in the padre..it was he who had to do this to her.
"Been one ride lately, hasn't it."
He said, breaking the silence and startling her, something he was undoubtedly good at. Krystal gathered her senses and then replied to him.
"Y-Yea, it has.."
They had been through quite a lot, Jerry too..had been dealt the harshest hand. The image that she remembered was him being brought back, broken , naked and beaten...it was not something that would vanish from her mind any time soon.
"It was my fault..."
Jeff said as he moved away from the girl , his hair slipped into the water with a light plop. He turned to her and it had been evident, that his eyes were painted red from stinging tears.
"Jeff..You ..You couldn't have known what was going to happen to him... You -"
His fist collided with the tub and he sneered.
"If I hadn't been so ...so fucking focused on what "I" wanted him to do, if I had acted like a real father and I made sure to check what he looked at...He wouldn't have been ...been..."
Hands flew to his face and he started to sob again.
"Jeff..."
Krystal mumbled softly . She sighed and started to strip down herself as she got in the bath with him, Jeff jolted away from her and she grabbed his arms.
"Really? You stripped me and beat me before, but when I do it myself you get nervous..."
She said and laughed a little, he began to laugh too.
"..You're still a pancake..."
He stated.
"And you're still a deranged panda bear."
Both went silent before laughing again.
"Our family is messed up..ain't it..."
The male said as he leant back and pulled her with him, she now had a reason to feel slightly uneasy as...well something was poking her back.
"Jeff... "
She cleared her throat and he let her sit beside him. The girl let out a sigh of relief as she sat beside her fake husband.
"True, it is not conventional...but...we are doing our best for the kid, and that's all ... no one can stop that."
Krystal stated to him.
"Yea... heh, guess so...but...what now?"
Jeff looked at his hands and watched as the girls went on top.
"We be there for Jerry...until he is able to tell us more about what happened...we be patient."
The girl laid her head on his shoulder and they stayed like that until they were pruny.
"Heh, patience..is not my best friend..."
Jeff said as he looked ahead.
"I know, I am."
He scoffed and dunked her under the water, ruining whatever moment they were having,.
"Still, easy to mess with...heh."
Jeff grinned as he watched her head bob up.
"FUCK YOU!"
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IT'S UPDATED.
OH MY GOD I AM NOT DEAD.
Just a nice, short little chapter to cushion the blow of what happened.
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Killer's Son
FanficSince a young age, I've been taught things ...differently. I've witnessed things that I know now, not normal kids would. The earliest memories, that I have...are painted with splotches of red. Because... My father, is a killer And I help him.