You Found Me {Book 2 of I Found You} Jeff X Reader

Alone

A/N: this chapter has some triggering scenes.

The car ride home was an awkward one indeed. Only day one and we've already been sent home. I could see Carl looking back at us through the rear-view mirror, it's as the principal's words rang in his ears. As I turned to Jeff, he was still looking out the car window, as if he too, was thinking about what was said earlier.
Murdered his family.
Suddenly I did the only thing I could and held his hand tightly. He shifted his gaze to me, not able to understand why I was doing it. I gave him a reassuring smile and he's expression changed from his rather rude look, to a soft and innocent one.
"Ahem.. so kids, is there anything you'd like to tell us? The police called earlier asking if we have any new information." Dorthy broke the silence in the car, but neither of us answered, we knew all they wanted was for us to confess. My eyes locked on Dorthy's voice recorder, flashing red in her hand. My hand cautiously tried to open the car door- but child lock was on.
These people-
What do they want from us?

"We know nothing, so leave us alone." Jeff said harshly. I turned to him, giving him a look. He shrugged, wondering why they hadn't replied.
"Is that anyway to speak to your mother?"
My mind flashed.
My own mother, said those same words to me, and I remember my reply clearly-
"You're not our mother." Jeff growled.
Those words..with a different pronoun- but still clear as day. I felt sick- the car abruptly stopped in front of the white picketed house.
"I want the two of you to get to your beds immediately!" Carl said. His voice was much darker and deeper than usual, as if he had had enough of our attitudes.
"W-what? It's only 7!" I called out.
"And I'm the man of the house- and I said-"
"Some man. You're like a gay reality tv show contestant." Jeff snorted.
Oh.
My.
God.
I tried my best to hold my snickering, but the parents just turned back, surprised at his word choice.
"Jeffery Woods! How dare you!" Dorthy exclaimed.
"I mean, he's not wrong. You two remind me of the picture perfect white privileged Christian family who has had no fucking issues growing up. Let me guess- you went on a full scholarship to an Ivy League school, probably graduated top 10% of their class only to settle down, and have the man do all the work for you." I mock.
"As for Carl on the other hand, he didn't need a scholarship, this masochist probably had a loan from his millionaire daddy who owned a successful company." Jeff roasted.
"Are we close?" I said smirking.
"G-GET OUT!" Carl yelled.
"Maybe undo the child lock, and we don't have to see either of y'alls pathetic faces. Their jaws seemed to reach the floor, both red faced and clearly angry.
The two of us ran out the door and opened the house, laughing.
"D-did we just?!" I said high pitched.
"Oh fuck yeah!" Jeff kept clutching his stomach, too tired to speak.
The both of us ran upstairs, Jeff going to his room and me to mine. I smiled and hopped on the bed, adrenaline kicking in. I missed the feeling of this rush!

And then I heard a click.
I turned around, to the door knob.
"What?" I jumped off the bed and ran to open the door- it was locked shut.
"He-Hey! Open this door!" I yelled.
"Get to bed young lady! You will not be coming out do you understand me?!" Carl shouted back. I stumbled backwards, what kind of bastard?! Knowing they probably did the same thing to Jeff's door, I backed away. Reluctantly, I tucked myself in, and let myself fall into slumber.
After all, everything would be okay in the morning.

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Thump!
I snorted awake, my head still dreaming of that amazing chocolate cake. I think I'll get some later today.. wait-
Thump-
What the hell?
I heard footsteps coming from the stairs, past my room, past Jeff's and soon became distant as they reached the end of the hall-
Randy's room?
Was it Dorthy? Carl? Why are they up at-
I turn to check the time, 3:00 am sharp. The witching hour.
I looked down and realized the door knob has a key hole, one where I'm able to look through. I didn't have a good feeling about whatever was going on, and curiosity took control. I bent down, my hands resting on the chipped ivory door. Slowly, I made my view focus on the shadowy figure across the hall, unlocking Randy's door.
It creaked open.
The figure was wrapped in a black cloak, a red trim popped from the bottom of the fabric, a hood, wrapping the head of the person. I saw the mysterious stranger make their way into the room. Randy's bed way in plain sight, since it was in the middle, facing the door.
They moved to the left side of the bed, Where Randy slept.
And I knew.