Lethal Passion (Jeff The Killer)

Chapter 53. I'm Sorry

【Marika's POV】

Jeff gave me a nod without a hint of emotion found on his face but I saw a glimpse of regret in his eyes before it turned back into a blank void of blue eyes.

He did this?

I backed away from the bodies as far as I could. My mouth was hanging open as I stared back and forth at Jeff and the bloody corpses on the floor. The nauseating smell of blood is starting to get to me, but I held back a gag and thought things through, although it's difficult to ignore the stench because it was on my face and clothes as well. When I held onto Jeff, the thick blood from his hoodie rubbed off on me and it also got on my face when he covered my eyes from seeing the dreadful outcome of his actions.

I'm frightened . . . yet, at the same time, I'm not. It feels like I've somehow been in this kind of situation before.

I turned my attention back to Jeff, I couldn't take the horrid scene any longer, their blood had already covered half of the living room. The man that held the gun against me had his throat slitted and his hand was chopped off from his arm while the other one is bleeding from the mouth and head. The man－who I assume was the one who tied me－died the most gruesome death, his innards were spilling from his repeatedly stabbed chest. All of them died with their eyes open, their faces frozen in the look of fear.

I felt bile rising from my throat the longer I studied them, I wanted to scream because of the anxiety I felt but that would only bring us more trouble. Jeff was silently looking down, I can't bring myself to believe that he did this. How could someone as gentle and nice as him do this?

"J-Jeff . . ." I called out, though he didn't show any sign of respondent, he didn't even glance my way.

This is traumatizing for me but . . . I think the one who's having the hardest time of all is Jeff. He just took the lives of three people, if that were me then I'd feel troubled, guilty and regret it so much that it would kill me inside. Sure, he's an assassin, he's used to it but if only I could've fought for myself, then it would've prevented him from taking anymore lives than he needed to, this is unnecessary for him yet he did it for me.

I skittishly walked closer to him, "Jeff . . ." I murmured. Again, he didn't react. I feel awful for him, if only I could take care of myself more then he wouldn't have to kill anyone, he must be guilty about it.

I impulsively threw my arms around him, this is probably the only thing I can do to ease his pain. This is my fault for being helpless. Jeff really cares about me . . . He just killed three guys to save me, and that's not the only proof I have.

He stiffened at the sudden action, "W-What are you doing?" He said with the look of complete and utter surprise.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled an pressed my face on his chest, "I'm sorry you had to kill someone because of me . . ." I choked out the words.

"What?" He asked in bafflement, obviously not expecting an apology, ". . . Aren't you afraid of me?" He asked, a deep growl emanating from his throat.

I looked up at him, "You murdered people just to save me, why would I be afraid of you?" I softly spoke.

"Yes, I murdered people without hesitation, you should be scared of me." He growled, "Who's to say I won't kill you right now?"

"You won't." I simply replied with self-assurance.

Jeff's eyes formed a deadly glare and his hands in tight fists, "Marika, look at what I did!" He shouted, pointing at the bodies, "I'm unstable! I can't control myself from hurting people!" He grabbed hold of both my shoulders and shook me as he shouted.