Killers have feelings 2

"That's not My Necklace."

     The underlying meaning of what I said seems to have been understood, as Tim's expression falters a moment. He knows that I heard him and Brian on the phone... Now, if he wants to keep his 'cover,' he is going to have to act like he has no idea what I'm talking about. Which, is unsurprisingly exactly what he does.

"Of course. They are far too cute...we wouldn't want anything bad to happen to them if they were to go where they didn't belong, now would we?" Tim asks, raising an eyebrow. His true meaning does not escape me either; I am going to have to tread carefully here. Maybe I can convince him and Brian not to let whoever they were talking to into the house. Especially if it was who I think it was - and I'm almost dead sure it was.

     Dead.

Why did I have to think of it that way? Now all I will be able to remember is the nightmare I had where Jeff killed me..

     Absentmindedly, I am rubbing my throat again as I stare at the floor. I am only semi-unaware of the fact that I must look worried; it takes a kitten trying to crawl up my face to bring me back to attention.

"You're right." I nod, offering Tim a little smile. "I'm so glad you and Brian are here. With you here, I can feel safe and these cute little fuzzbuckets here will have someone else to play with while I sleep. Here, wanna hold one? They keep crawling on me and I'm afraid I might drop my food."

     I am trying something else now. If I can make myself do it, I will try to get them to like me. Or at least see me as a person. Hopefully, it won't be as hard to convince them of that as it is to myself on most days. Someone with low to no self esteem shouldn't have to be put in these situations...

Tim blinks, then slowly holds his arms out as I hand him one of the kittens. He looks to be confused, but quickly shakes it off and nods to me. For the moment, he looks distracted. The kitten he has is purring like crazy, and licking his cheek. If anything... maybe I can hope that Brian and Tim will like the kittens enough to not let Jeff in the house.. It's a slim chance, but I think it could work... potentially.

     "...So," Tim looks up, now clearing his throat and trying his best to at least sound professional again "..TV? Er...you said you wanted to watch television. Do you still want to? I can ask Brian to help set it up, if you wish." Even given that he had been so threatening earlier, it is hard to take serious anyone with a kitten playing in their hair. I can't help but to laugh.

"Nah, I can set it up. You're welcome to invite him in though. If my family is going to be gone for awhile, it would be better for us all to be in one spot." I shrug, as I walk towards the living room. "You know.. for..safety reasons." I add, taking my covered plate to the coffee table.

     After setting the kittens down on a couch, I go over to the TV to begin sorting out the wires.

"Is something on Netflix okay?" I ask, hoping that neither boy will mind. "It has good movies," I add, looking over my shoulder. Brian has entered the room now; by his and Tim's expressions, I'm sure they think I'll want to watch something girly. To that, I just have to roll my eyes.

     Convincing them to like the kittens instead of me is starting to sound like a much better idea all the time...

Or maybe I could just run away?

. . .

(Hoodie's POV)

     Sitting in the living room with Cora and Masky makes me think.

Jeff is the one who asked us to come here. He is the reason why we've been here so long - so far. If things are always going to be like this, though..I don't know if I can go through with what Jeff wants. He wants us to let him in the house so he can.."hurt" her. What exactly he has in mind to do to Cora, I have no idea. Given that Jeff has been known in the past to be a far more merciless..and..messy.. killer than either Masky or I, I don't think I really want to know, either.