Jeff (the killer) x reader (on hold til march 2018 or sooner)

part 5

            ~YOUR POV~

You ran back to your house sobbing and crying. You were alone. Your mom was at work and your sister, at Daycare. Your dad was overseas, and not returning for another 4 months. 
 You dashed into your room and tore off your swimsuit, replacing it with your shorts and knit top. Then, you got up and plopped yourself onto the couch in the living room. You turned on the TV to flip through the channels. All these shows about people with perfect lives and nothing to worry about. Those were fake! All of them! You got so flustered and angry you threw the remote across the room, accidently shattering a picture of your dad. You cried even harder as you raced over to pick up the pieces of glass. You cut your hand multiple times, and were bleeding a lot more than you were used to. You wanted to do something about your hand, but you were numb to the pain, and instead clutching onto the picture of your father. Why were you feeling like this?! Why were your emotions so out of control? Were you on your per... no.. Did you actually have feelings for Jeff? Strong ones? Or was there something else going on? Something not of this earth...
 You felt an arm around you, and looked up, still crying. It was Jeff.
You threw your arms around him and buried your face into his hoodie, soaking it with tears. You felt his strong arms wrap around you and pick you up. He laid you on the couch, and then repositioned you so you were laying up against him.
 He still had his arms around you, and his chin on your head. Why was he doing this? Wasn't he a killer? You ignored your head for know and snuggled up to him.
Shielding you from the outside world where everything seemed to be against you.

                                   ~JEFF'S POV~

She snuggled up against me without a word. I felt slightly embarrassed as her chest dug into mine, without her knowing it. She was starting to fall asleep in my arms, but I didn't move or let go. She needed me. A killer, I might be the only one to understand her now. I tried to let go of that feeling of anger and the urge to kill.
I couldn't. I had to kill something. Or someone. But not ____. I couldn't, even if I wanted too. Someone that had no impact on her life. "No." I shook my head. I shouldn't be thinking about this now. Instead, I stroked her hair. She was asleep. I gently took hold of her wrist and kissed the heart I had drawn on it. I got a pain in my stomach. I couldn't ignore it anymore. I picked her up and took her to her room, and laid her on her bed. I took one last glance at her before I left. Out to find a way to cure my urge.

                              ~YOUR POV~

They surrounded you. Laughing at you, screeching and jeering at you. You simply laid on the floor with only a robe on, covered in blood, and unable to rise. You saw Jeff appear, you reached a hand out to him, and he reached out to you, but before he could touch you everything started spinning and falling. You woke up in your bed. Your hand still cut, but not bleeding. You screamed and fell out of bed, but you didn't cry. You lay there for a while. Staring at that heart on your wrist, silently pleading with it to give you the strength to stand. 
 After a while you slowly stand, and saunter to the picture of your father. You took it out of the frame and lay on the floor curled up, with it in your arms.
 You had to explain so many things to Kierstyn, Jenna, Aiden, your mom... but not now... for right now you just try to put on a brave face, with Jeff and your father at your side.