Lethal Passion (Jeff The Killer)

Chapter 54. I Never Wanted This

Two days later . . .

I rummaged through the closet and looked for an adequate set of clothes to wear. It's Billy's funeral . . . James is gonna pick me up in a short while so I better get changed though I don't exactly have the spirit to pick out clothes for a funeral party, it's depressing as fuck.

Jeff hasn't returned ever since he left. I'm really worried about him to the point where I'm having trouble in sleeping, I probably have bags under my eyes. What if he did something regretful to himself? Yeah, I'm talking about suicide. He just looked so ashamed at what he did, I really hope he'll come back soon. I don't want him to endure the guilt alone, I wanna be there for him . . . This is our problem, we should face it together.

But then he leaves and won't return for some lame-ass reason so here I am, feeling like a useless idiot!

I gave an irritated sigh and roughly slammed the closet shut as I found a black turtleneck sweater, a pair of black pants and boots, I guess this will do. I don't really plan on staying too long, I just want to stay here at home and wait for Jeff. Who knows when he might decide to come back. Damn, I'm annoyed as hell today. I think my anger is overpowering my concern, can't Jeff understand that I'm here for him? The hell . . . He shouldn't be so alone in the world.

I bristly wore the outfit with a coat. I grabbed my phone and wallet before leaving the room, I wonder if James will come soon . . .

I walked downstairs and headed towards the back door and made sure it was unlocked, I could get robbed but Jeff might come back while I'm still out. Where on earth could he be? Maybe he's working . . ?

I went to the living room and decided to watch the news while waiting for James, I turned the TV on and sighed in boredom,

'It is the fourth day on the row without any homicides from the infamous killer. Although there were strange murders reported from two nights ago. Has the killer given up on these murders? Could we finally have peace?'

Fourth day, huh? That's great, I hope the killer stops for good. A lot has already suffered because of him . . . I wonder why he kills? Or why he didn't kill me the same night he killed my husband? The past two days of being by myself really had me thinking about what Ace said. He said there's 'something' between me and the killer since he let me live after murdering my family and husband.

What if . . . I'm associated with the killer, or teaming up with him?

Wait, that's total bullshit! I would never do that in my entire life. I'm pretty sure－even though I have an amnesia－that I will never stoop so low. Ugh, I wish Jeff is here. Being alone is causing me to ponder over stupid things.

I was torn away from my thoughts when I heard a knock from the front door. I made my way towards it and opened the door, revealing James in a black, casual get-up. The sad look in his eyes made all my anger disappear. Right, there are a lot more people who are having a tougher time than me, I should just suck it up. I shouldn't even think of Jeff right now, it's Billy's funeral for God's sake.

"You ready to go?" He asked with a forced smile.

"Yeah, let's go . . ." I nodded and walked out. I locked the front door with my keys even though it was useless since the back door is not locked.

The weather isn't that cold today, thank goodness. I followed James to his car and hopped in with a sigh, he did the same and drove off on the snowy streets. There is only a suffocating silence between us, and I don't like it, not one bit.

"So . . ." I mumbled, "Uh . . . Is there someone I know there?" I asked, not even paying attention to what I'm saying.

He shrugged, "Not sure, maybe."