Killer's Son

Venomous Snares.

3 weeks later...

Krystal began to feel proud of Jeff. For a solid 3 weeks, he had been sober and not lifted any drink at all. Maybe, just maybe after everything they had endured, he was starting to see that he didn't need to set his emotions free from his cage by the consumption of alcohol.

"Jerry is starting to come to his senses more too and he has let out some small details of what had happened to him within that horrible mans grasp...that poor poor child."

Clearing away her plate that she'd ate from that night, she made her way to the living room and...that's when.. that's when she saw him. Jeff and 5 bottles of whiskey and vodka. What happened? He'd done so so well to stop...so why...why did he start it up again.

She could face him and take whatever kind of mood that he'd been in. It wasn't like she had never seen him pished out of his head. After all for a good 4 years, she too had been held captive by him.

'You can do it, Krystal...he is not the boss of you, and you can handle anything that he does... Just confront him.'

Taking a large gulp, she pushed into the room and then she felt her nostrils twitch in distain at the smell. Not just alcohol, smoke and...something she didn't really register until she had inched closer to the male who sat there, not even seeing her. Krystal waved her hand in front of him but ..nothing. She was feeling nervous now and when she picked up a bottle she had a reason to be nervous.

"Jeff, you've not been taking your pills?? there are still as many of them here as the last time."

The girl shouted and now, the killer winced.

"Grh, jeeze...not so fucking loud. My head spins from the vodka..."

Jeff rubbed his head and then looked at her in the eyes, both of his were diluted and clearly, he'd taken something other than the medication she had gotten to help with his mood.

"What have you been taking, Jeff."

Krystal said with a glare and he just shoved by her, clearly not in any mood for her shit. But she didn't let up and she followed him into the kitchen. The killer grabbed a knife and began cutting up a white substance. The girl grabbed it out of his hands, well she tried to. He shoved her away from him.

"LISTEN, Krysta....Ever since...ever since Jerry's...rape....I have been lost, I felt like I had just lost the will to even live anymore. I know he is getting better, thank fuck for that...but my mind has been...it's been restless and drugs. These ones, they make me calm. Make me feel like I am me again. I won't let you fucking take them away from me."

Jeff said as he shoved her, cutting her arm in the process. Krystal stared at him as she clutched her bleeding arm in her hands. The killer froze and then just looked at her again, the same eyes taking over him.

"Just, ugh....stop yelling."

He said to her and turned. Krystal felt as though all of her efforts, every little thing she did to see to his humanity, his caring side. Had just been ripped apart. She had been good, she'd been nice to him...but no. She had to be harsh.

"Maybe if you weren't so reckless, then Randy might not have attacked you to start with."

The words spilt out before she'd even been able to halt them and like a switch, the man spun round, looking deranged and insane.

"What...what..did you just say."

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The girl froze at the hostility in his voice and the venom that over took his vision. He was not acting as himself . Taking a few steps back, Jeff followed her actions.