DERANGED (Jeff the Killer P.O.V and Romance)

3- Night Time Smoke Sessions

"What are you doing here?" I groaned, throwing my head back in annoyance, "I don't remember ordering a prostitute."

"Very funny Jeff," he comented, "But if I were a your prostitute, I'd want my money back."

I rolled my eyes and sat on my bed with a smug grin. "For you," I eyed him up and down in a seductive mannor, "I'd give you your money back, plus intrest."

"You're so childish."

"And you're an annoying bitch who won't leave me alone," I spat, laying down and trying to concentrate on anything other than him. I had just been reunited with Sarah, which was quite intresting, yet slightly strange. I didn't mind it really.

"Jeff," he began, making me groan louder, "What are you doing with her?"

"Casually fucking. Now leave me alone."

He sighed heavily and crossed his arms over his chest, "If you're not going to take this seriously, then I'll just leave."

"Good idea," I sat up energetically and pointed to the door, "Get out."

"What did I ever do to you?" Jack asked, a hint of hurt in his voice.

I frowned at the question, not really having an answer. Jack hadn't done anything to hurt me, although it seemed that he did at first. He would always scold me, and boss me around, and forbid me from doing things. Me, being as I am, interpreted these actions as his way of being a jerk but in all actuallity, he was just trying to help. And every time he helped, he was right.

"Jack, nothing. You haven't done anything to me. Okay?" I began, "Just, continue with what you were saying."

He sighed again, as though he was entirely bored of our conversation (that's just how he was) ," I was going to call you an idiot. Which you're not. But you are being irresponisble. What are you doing with her? Again? It didn't work the first time, so why do you continue to put yourself through this. She has a husband, and a child, and a home and a life. She doesn't need someone like you in her life. No one does. Same goes for me, and the others. We are not meant for love. That's just the way it is."

"I never said I loved her-"

"But you did," he interrupted, "By not slicing her throat!"

The cabin went quiet after that. I wanted to yell at him, and defend my innocence but he wasn't incorrect, although he wasn't completely right either. I was not in love with Sarah, I just, like her enough to not kill her. There's a difference.

"I don't love her Jack." I defended, watching his dark figure from across the room.

He sighed for the 50th time in this single conversation and bowed his head doubtfully. He then made his way towards the door and before exiting, he challenged me, "We'll see Jeff...we'll see."

***

It was dark out again, the sky burning with bright orbs of gas. I watched them all, wondering what it was like to be that far away from the Earth. So far away from our troubles. I breathed in the pine scented air and savored every breath. I sighed into the night, allowing my body to relax as I layed down by the river side. It wasn't long before my relaxation was disturbed by the rustling of a far off engine. I waited patiently, fully aware of who it was driving around the woods this time of night. I had specifically chosen to rest here, right by the clearing in which I caught Sarah in nights ago. But from where I was laying, I was unseen by her. I was unscene by everyone.

I listened as she opened the car door and stepped out, making her way around it.

"Jeff," she whistled," Here boy," more whistling, "Who's a good boy?"