Cyn's PoV
I did the first thing that came to my head.
I kneed him. Hard. On his balls.
As he fell and groaned in pain, I ran inside and grabbed the phone. My fingers seemed to blur as I hurriedly dialed 911.
"Hello this is 911 emergency services. How may I help you?"
"I need the cops here, fast! There is someone in my backyard that resembles Jeff the Killer and I want him arrested!" I gave her my address and went back outside, this time with my daddy's pistol.
He looked up at me and chuckled although his face still looked pained. "Heh.... What's a little gun gunna do? Scare me?"
I glared at him. "I'll shoot if I have to. The cops are coming for you."
"Again, is that suppose to scare me? Cyn, I'm the reason your friend is dead along with both of your moms. You don't scare me cutie."
I noticed he said my name but didn't acknowledge it. "Don't call me cutie, you sick monster."
Jeff chuckled again and managed to pull himself up. With lightning fast reflexes, he knocked the gun out of my hands and pinned me to a wall. His face got closer to mine and he whispered into my ear, "Why? I'm only saying the truth. You are a cutie, my little Cyn. You can't deny it. Especially with your makeup running down your face like black tears."
I gasped, how did he know I let my makeup run?! "Get off me!" I struggled against him and he laughed.
Sirens were getting closer to my house. Jeff cursed under his breath and let go of me. "I'll see you around, Nightmare Tears." He winked and dashed off, jumping over my fence and away from the cops.
I went to the front yard and told the cops he had escaped and apologized for making them waste their time.
Later that day, I stared into my mirror. "Nightmare Tears, huh? I like that."
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Bloody Love (Jeff the Killer Romance)
أدب الهواةCyn is as shy as you can get. She might dress outgoing but you'll never hear her speak. You might think she's mute. You should see her with her friends. She seems happier with them. Jeff is as dangerous as you can get. He's a...
