BlueBird •A Jeff The Killer Fanfic•

Chapter 8

"You got into another fight?" My dad yells.

"It's not my fault, Dad!" I say back, trying to hold back the tears.

"Get out!" My dad screams.

"You don't understand!" I yell back

"Then you better have a good explaination!' His eyes threaten to beat me.

I explain what happened and my dad looked at me like I was crazy. He gives me a look before slapping me. A tear flows down my face and I turn around to let my back sheild me from the coming hits. Pain runs down my spine.

Hit.

After hit.

After hit.

After hit.

Silence.

I cautiously turn around to see my dad with his head hung.

"Go," he spat. I sprint up the stairs to my room. I was careful not to slam the door, knowing that my dad would fly into another fit if I did. My bed looked so inviting and warm. I walked over and let myself fall on top of my blanket. The room started to spin. A cold breeze rushed in my room. I shivered.

A hand wraps itself around my mouth, and I almost scream. Jeff laughs, "Boo." He lets me go and sits on my bed.

"You suck," I laugh. "Why are you here?"

"I heard you needed help, and ran here as fast as I could. What's up? Does someone need to go to sleep?" Jeff pulls a knife out of his pocket.

"Yes. My dad. I'm afraid he'll hurt my brother."

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it," he winks. "Where is he?"

"I can bring him here if you want," I say. Jeff smirks.

"Dad? Can you come here please?" I yell down the stairwell. My dad stomps up the stairs. I retreat into my room and see Jeff hiding gripping his knife.

"What do you-?" My dad freezes.

"What's wrong?" I ask, smirking. He opens his mouth to speak, but Jeff jumps out of his hiding spot, stabs him in the gut and whispers "Go to sleep" in his ear. I smirk as I watch Jeff twist the knife in his stomach and blood flows onto my carpet.

"Carla?" Luke yells from his room. I look at Jeff, but he's gone. I run over to the window and look back to see Luke crying. He glances up at me and I jump out. "Carla!"

I run to the woods. I'll be safe there. Who knows how long I ran before I stopped to catch my breath. All I knew was that I was lost. I can't go back. I don't need to. I have no reason. Stevan's gone and Luke is safe. My work there is done. I can finally be alone.

I wander in the woods until I find an abandoned house. It was full of spider webs and dust. I could fix that. I walk cautiously through the house, jumping at any little sound I heard. My back started to ache. I found a bedroom and fixed it up. I have to start somewhere, right? I was exhausted by the time I finished. I collapsed onto the bed and closed my eyes.

A memory of Stevan and I plays in my head as I fall asleep.

"Do you always have to hang out at my house?" Stevan asks as I slip my Converse off and plop down on his couch.

"Yes, because my parents don't exactly like me, so I would hate to see what they would think of my only friend," I say as Stevan picks out a movie for us to watch.

"I thought it was only your dad that didn't like you," Stevan questioned.

"He is, but my mom seems to work more and more often. I barely even see her anymore," I say, trying to ignore the forming lump in my throat.

Stevan noticed the change in my voice and sat down next to me, "It's okay, Car."

"Okay? You're the only person that actually cares about me. Everyone writes me off like I'm nothing!" I looked away and tried to hold the tears back.

"Hey," Stevan said softly, pulling my chin towards him. "I may be one, but no matter what, I'll always be here for you. No matter what. I will never write you off, I promise."

I pull Stevan into a hug and let all the tears I'd been holding back go.

I wish he was here now. I miss him. I'm alone.

A tear rolls down my face and I finally break, "Stevan, I miss you... I miss you so much..."