CHAPTER 2
BRANDONS POV
As I walk into the store with Y/n, she yanks my hand and stops walking, I asked her what she was doing. She didn't answer. I squeezed her hand tightly and asked her again what she was doing. She finally responds really loudly with "Brandon I'm done. I'm done with you. I'm done with your shit. You hurt me so much and I can't take it anymore. Don't ever, ever, ever text me, call me, or try to talk to me. IM DONE!" She yells. I raised my hand to hit her, then realised we were in a public area. There were eyes everywhere. I just walked out of the store.
YOUR POV
I just stood there waiting for him to hit me. Kick me. Smack me. Something. But he just walked out the store. My heart started racing, and I was getting dizzy. I walked out of the Wal-mart, and began to walk down the road. It was dark already, and the only source of light were the headlights of passing by cars. I'm starting to calm myself by using the breathing techniques my therapist taught me, but I have a feeling someone is watching me. I have been walking for about an hour until I arrive at the edge of the woods. It was darker than before, and I am a little iffy about going to the woods by I was tired and hungry. I found a rather large tree and sat down. Its quiet. Too quiet. I am very uneasy, as I heard the faint sound if the fall leaves crunching beneath someone, or somethings feet. My breathing stops. Its quiet again. Before my heart could beat again, I saw a handsome man in front of me. He had long, dark black hair. His skin was pale and he had a beautiful smile. His smile was different. It was cut farther into his cheeks. He had bright blue eyes, that I was lost in. His hoodie was stained in what looked to be blood. I didn't notice he had a knife pulled to my throat until he said " Hey princess, what are you doing out here all alone?" "Well.. I...uh.." "What's your name princess?" "..y/n..y/n l/n.." "Oh yeah?" "Y-y-yes.. And I think your very beautiful.."
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Jeff the Killer Xreader
FanficY/n is suffering through anxiety, and depression and is looking for help. She just got out of an abusive relationship and she is longing for a real man, who won't let her down, and won't hurt her.