PSYCHOTIC. (A Jeff the Killer P.O.V and Romance)

{13} - Home Sweet Home.

alright, this chapter gets pretty sexy so yep.

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Flash Back:

"Hurry up Sarah!" I whisper-yelled at her. It was late, and we shouldv'e been asleep. But it was her first time sneaking out, so I understood the hesitation. But she obeyed and climbed out her bedroom window. I promised to catch her and I did. We ran to an old tree house the kids in the neighborhood claimed to be haunted. Of course it wasn't but the superstition was amazing.

We climbed into the treehouse, her going up before me. It was located in a field near our houses. It wasn't too small, but big enough to fit 5 or so people.

"It's cold in here," she whined, making me role my eyes.

"Why are girls such big babies?" I asked, handing her my hoodie.

"We are not.We're just sensitive."

"Whatever," I sat next to her, leaning my head on her shoulder. I stared at her pink pajama pants with little crowns on them. She smelt nice.

She sighed in tiredness, which became a yawn, "I'm tired."

"Seriously?" I asked, annoyance in my voice, "We've been out for like 15 minutes."

"I need my beauty sleep."

"And I need you to stop talking."

She sat up, frowning at me, "You're a jerk."

"We've covered that," I pointed out, both of us smiling. I reached into the back pocket of my jeans, pulling out a pocket knife. "Look."

She gasped in amazement, "Where did you get that?" she questioned with wide eyes.

I smiled and raised my eyebrow, "Like it?"

She nodded, "It's cool! But your mom wouldn't want you to have that. Does you brother know?"

"No, and don't tell him," I ordered, pulling the blade out. She watched me as I cut my finger, the red seeping out of my wound.

"Jeff! Why did you do that?!"

"Shh! Calm down, it doesn't even hurt."

Her green eyes were shaky with disapproval. She wasn't convinced, "Still. Just don't."

"I'll do whatever I want Sarah."

She rolled her eyes, taking the knife out if my hands. I pouted as she held it away from me.

"Give it back."  I ordered, rubbing my sweaty palms on my black pants. I licked my lips, which was a strange habit of mine.

"Why should I?"

"I will hurt you if you don't."

She stuck her tongue out at me, and made a move to run. I grew angry at her defiance and grabbed her ankle, pulling her to the floor. We wrestled around for a while, and she bit me ferociously. I had finally gotten the knife back, still on top of her annoyed little body. I slapped her for fighting with me and she held her cheek in pain.

"Ow!"

"I warned you," I explained shrugging.

She looked as though she were about to cry, " I wanna go home."

"You're such a wimp."

"And you're a bully. I should've hung out with Alex tonight instead."