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

5 - I Don't Care If You're Sick

The sensation of someone elses skin in contact with your own is one I wasn't particularly fond of. But for Sarah, there was an exception.

Saying something or pulling away would've ruined the moment, and I didn't want that to happen. Back when she was "Camry" I felt a connection, but something about her felt false, and hidden. Of course I know what the hidden falsity was now, and that made me feel closer to her than ever. What I had with Sarah was something I could never have with anyone else ever; history. And slowly but surely, that history was beginning to regenerate itself in my mind, piece by piece each day. The flashbacks haven't stopped although they seem shorter now. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the way I felt around her. And that was good.

I sighed happily into the night and led her back to her truck, still holding onto her hand with mine. When we made it to the truck, our hands disconnected in order for her to grab the keys and put her blanket away. It was as though a piece of me had died. I stood awkwardly, not really knowing what to do next. She turned to me with a small shrug.

"What now?"

"Uh," I thought empty thoughts, "I don't know. I suppose you just, go home?"

She laughed, pointing to the blood on her body, "Like this?"

"Well no. You should probably get cleaned up."

"How do you suppose I do that?"

"Lick yourself clean, of course."

She rolled her eyes with a large smile and turned to eye the broken window. How would she explain that one?

"Bitches get crazy at night," I explained, "Especially on the road into town."

"Do you think Christopher will believe that?"

"Oooh," I said, hands on my hips, "So the husband has a name now?"

"He's always had a name. I honestly thought you knew it by now, seeing as you stalk around all the time."

"Psh," I rolled my eyes sarcastically, "I never stalk."

"Mmhm, sure Jeffery," she winked, "Whatever you say."

"Stop doing that," I whined.

"What? Saying your full name? Why does it even bother you so much?"

I actually don't know.

"Who cares, it just does. Now about your clothes situation..."

"Oh, right," she crossed her arms in deep thought, "My pants are fine. It's just my shirt." She then eyed me before tugging at my hoodie, "You wouldn't happen to be wearing a shirt under there would you?"

I groaned, "Ugrhh no you are not using my shirt. By the time you give it back -that is, if you ever give it back- It'll smell like lavender or some shit. Vanilla maybe? I'm not going through that again."

"Oh c'mon. You smelt so good! Don't you want to smell pretty like that again, huh?" She teased, poking at my cheeks.

"No." I answered.

She pouted before grabbing the hem of my jacket and pulling it up as to undress me from it.

"Sarah, what are you-...Stop!"

"Just, let me...Borrow it!" She yelled while struggling against me.

I tried to pull it back down but she was persistant and kept hitting me while simultaneously pulling it up. She had finally gotten it far up and by this time I decided to give up and let her pull it off. She cheered and set my hoodie aside, going for my shirt.I slunched over, completely done with this situation.