Wake up (a jeff the killer love story)

chapter 5 (sequel)

(Averie POV)

"Jeff, do you want me to drive?" I asked, watching Jeff whose eyes were now framed black from lack of sleep.

"No." Jeff said pointedly. He sighed then glanced sideways at me, "no, I'm fine. Sorry."

I nodded and sighed, glancing out my window. We were almost there to our destination. My father a mere 30 minutes away from me. Fort Smith, Arkansas was calling my name and I was not going to ignore it. Fear suddenly shot through me. What if what Hades had said was true? What if my father really was a reincarnation of the ruler of the infamous Underworld. Could he hurt me? Even worse...

Could he hurt Jeff?

I glanced at him. His now steely blue eyes were trained on the road, golden-brown hair framing his no longer pale face. He caught me mid-stare and I looked down at my hands, feeling blood rush to my face.

"What?" He said with a cocky smile. "I know I'm a big deal, but am I really that hot?" He asked taking my hand.

I chuckled coldly, "please. I had nowhere else to look."

"The beautiful green hills of Arkansas are out there, and I'm the first thing you choose to look at?" Jeff retorted.

"Shut up." I said with a small giggle.

"I'm kidding, Averie. You're the only thing out here worth looking at. But I have to keep my eyes on the road." Jeff said.

"You really think I'm..." I said, pausing before I said something like 'pretty' or 'beautiful.

"Beautiful? Yes." Jeff said with a small smile.

I smiled and glanced back out the window. A small city was finally coming into a view, bearing a sign that said "Welcome to Fort Smith."

"Fort Smith, huh? Looks like we're here." Jeff said leaning closer to the wheel to get a better look at the city.

"Yeah. I'm actually not sure if I'm ready for this, Jeff." I said, suddenly doubting whether I should see my father.

"Hey, it's okay. If you want to turn around, then let's do it. I'll be with you every step of the way, Averie." Jeff said, slowing the car to a stop near an antique store in what seemed like the downtown area of Fort Smith.

"No. No I need to do this. He's the reason my mom is-" I stopped before i said the word 'dead.'

"I understand." Jeff said, laying his hand gently on my shoulder.

"Well isn't this a touching scene." A high-pitched voice said from behind us.

My head whipped around only to find the very girl Jeff cheated on me with.

Harley.

"What the heck." Jeff breathed.

"Hey, Jeff. Long time no see sweetheart." Harley said, flashing Jeff a pearly white smile.

Her long, wavy, blond hair was curled to perfection. She was wearing a turquoise shirt that showed her stomach and a super short black skirt.

"Harley." I breathed in frustration, "how in the world did you get into this car?"

Harley toyed with her dandelion-blond hair and batted her dark, curled eyelashes at me, "I'm a witch. Why do you think Jeff willingly made out with me out there in the woods? It wasn't because of my looks that's for sure." She said flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"You, mind controlled me?" Jeff asked incredulously.

"Yeah. I thought your girlfriend here would be smart enough to see my eyes flash purple before you gave in and kissed me." She said frowning at me, "you really are dumb, aren't you?"

"Shut up, Harlot."

"I told you already it's Harley." Harley hissed at me through gritted teeth.

"Whatever. What do you want, anyway?" I asked, losing my patience.

"I just wanted to visit you guys! We didn't get to know each other that well since your little skank poofed me away." Harley said, examining her manicured nails.

"Who?" Jeff asked.

"Red hair, tall, thin but curvy, gorgeous really." Harley said pulling out a nice, designer bag.

"Her name is Riley. And she's not a skank, you are." Jeff said to Harley.

"Whatever, babe. Do you want my help or not?" Harley asked pulling out a mirror and examining herself.

"Help? How can you possibly help us?" I asked, laughing coldly.

Harley paused, almost as if debating whether she should answer my question. After a while, she finally answered.

"I work for your father."