Outcast (A JTK x Reader)

Chapter 11

I walked down the steps feeling nervous. My arm anxiously tugged at my sleeve. I was going to do this. All I had to do was just talk to him. I only had to start up a conversation with him like a normal person. I hesitated, remembering my social anxieties at school. I had the real problem talking to people there. I wasn't too fond of kids my age at the time. They were too judgmental for my taste. 

I was going to attempt to get to know Jeff more. Yes, your ears did not deceive you. I was going to try to get to know the closed off and unpredictable killer. It wasn't like I believed anything romantic was ever going to happen between us. Not like a sexual spark would ignite back in the depths of his mind. My cheeks flushed at the thought.

I had accepted my feelings towards him long ago. I was ashamed to admit it, but I was indeed in love with this cold-hearted man. I remember sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the grey wall. Why was I? I barely knew him, aside from being his trainee. My eyes had bored into the wall, staring so hard that I could've melted it if I had possessed inhuman powers. I shifted my focus from blinking to thinking hard. Why? I wanted to get out of this place, right? I had only been acquainted with Jeff for a few weeks. I suppose my adolescent hormones were still coursing through my body. I was still very confused as to why I was attracted to Jeff in particular.

I sighed, guiding my mind back to the present. I slowly dragged myself down the stairs. I didn't want to do this. I did at the same time. Part of me wanted to stop walking down the stairs and dash back up to my room. It was too late to change my mind when I reached the stairs. I had already caught the attention of a few people positioned in the room. They turned their heads to acknowledge my presence in the room. 'Shit.' I thought.

I didn't see Jeff anywhere. He was one to disappear during times when he was needed. I swallowed hard, coming up on Kate to ask her where he was. "On the porch," she answered. I turned to start for the door but not after hearing her muttered reply, "I'm warning you....he's dangerous."

What was I doing? I could get murdered. Was I that unafraid of death? He already didn't like me it seemed. Thoughts raced through my mind. I clutched my head, stroking my temples to calm my throbbing mind. The breeze blew across my face as I opened my eyes. I was on the porch. I turned my head and saw Jeff leaning on the rough wooden rails, smoking. I gazed at him inhaling the smoke and puffing it out of his mouth. He didn't seem to notice me. This gave me a chance to examine him. His eyes looked distant like he was deep in thought. My eyes softened. I enjoyed seeing him in a calm state. It contrasted with his features. The corners of my mouth tugged upwards.

It was over soon though. His eyes trailed to the side and he stood up straight when catching my eye. "You know, you'll get lung cancer if you keep smoking that stuff," I spoke aloud. A grumble was all his response was. "I don't give a shit. I'm perfectly strong and I can handle it." his voice rang through the noise of the light drizzle of rain coming down. We just stood there, watching the rain hit the gravel surrounding the mansion. My eyelids drooped over my eyes, exposing them halfway. I was strangely tired, whether it was from the mesmerizing pattern of the rain or the fact that I did not get enough sleep the night before.

The man beside me began to shift, eventually moving off the porch and into the trees before us. I began to unconsciously trot down the steps of the mansion as well. "Where are you going?" I asked curiously. "Nothing of your concern," he muttered as he began to disappear into the trees. I didn't know why, but I felt the need to follow him. My legs grew tired as I had walked a long way, struggling to keep track of his figure. It was hard to follow him and try to keep stealthy at the same time. I also tried to keep my breath quiet and calm as it grew louder with each step. My metabolism was definitely not as quick as it used to be.

To my relief, the killer finally stopped at a house in an abandoned looking neighborhood. It would've probably looked promising a few years before, but now it was nothing but a shell of a once rich neighborhood. His hand turned the knob of the door as he stepped in. I too slunk inside the house. I wrinkled my nose. The house we were in smelled of mildew and ash. The paint was peeling off the walls and there was trash everywhere.

Jeff crept into what used to be a bedroom I had assumed. He sat on the floor, just sitting there. An uncomfortable feeling bubbled in my gut. I stayed outside the bedroom, wandering around. I observed the broken pieces of indistinguishable ornaments on the shelf above the fireplace. My eyes grazed over the photos on the wall that were falling down or torn or broken. I heard glass crack under my foot and lifted it to see another photograph it was to boys. They looked like young teens. One boy was slightly taller and wore a warm smile. The other one looked more uncomfortable but still gave a slight grin. My guess was that they were siblings. My face softened and I couldn't help smiling again. It was a sweet photo. I felt a stroke of nostalgia hit me but I could not grasp why. 

I felt something hit my back and I gave a cry as I fell forward. My grunt triggered an aggressive growl. "You better have a good reason for being here." I cringed as I realized I was busted. All that came out of my mouth was stutters and whimpers. My eyes were forced to keep contact with his. I swallowed hard as I saw the anger burning deep within them. I knew this probably wouldn't end well. I whimpered, "I'm sorry...I couldn't help myself-" my voice cracked as I felt a slap to the face. My eyes went wide as I lifted my hand to feel my burning cheek. Jeff's voice boomed through the room, "You nosy little bitch." His voice snapped. I backed up, still on the ground facing him. I got up but his foot came in contact with my stomach and I grunted as the impact knocked me down again. His hands gripped my hair and pulled it, forcing me to stand up again. "P-please stop!" I choked out. I was forcefully pushed against the wall as his fist pounded my stomach. A scream escaped my lips. But there was no one around to hear me. Suddenly, the punches stopped. We were both panting. "G-get out of my house..." his raspy voice sounded broken. I staggered out, looking behind me to see him picking up the photo and holding it carefully.

Despite my injuries, I still wondered why he said "my house". Did he use to live there? I stumbled to a tree, panting. I was lost. I didn't know how to get back to the mansion. I only remembered the way back to the edge of the woods. Tears threatened to fall. I knew I was emotional, but it didn't matter anymore. I would have to keep it in to live in this world. Hours passed. I shivered and rubbed my hands together in a poor attempt to warm myself. My eyes shut tightly in response to the immense coldness my body was feeling. I began shivering as the sun began sinking over the mountains. Unconsciously, I began falling asleep, not noticing the hands lifting me up as I descended into my immense slumber.