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

10 - Party Whore (Part One)

 I just wanted to say that this chapter will make more sense if you've actually read the original JTK story. If not, go read it or else his anxiety at the party won't make sense. It's the original one from CreepyPasta, but you can find it on the Wiki page too.

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I eyed Jenny, my fingers going numb and quickly pushed Sarah away, clearing my throat and standing up straight. This was awkward. Sarah's face went red as blood and she adjusted her T-shirt, patting her hair down and staying quiet as well. She threw on a false, nervous smile and spoke in a frustrated, and worried tone.

"Why aren't you sleeping honey?"

Jenny's eyes were wide with shock, and she stood on the staircase with her blue teddy bear tightly in her arms. Her small pajamas were messy and her pigtails had lost their curl, "I couldn't sleep. Why were you guys fighting?" She asked, her voice going soft.

I bit my bottom lip and wished I had the power to simply poof out of here. But I didn't posses that power. Well, maybe I did, because I didn't think I could posses the power to create another human being after my change, but here she was, standing sleepily infront of my very eyes. I connected her blue eyes as a trait she gained from me; before my change I had had blue eyes. I guess I should've taken that into consideration because Sarah's eyes were green, and Chris's were brown. I hadn't taken a biology class in a long time but I'm pretty sure if they were both the parents, Jenny's eyes would've been darker than baby blue...right?

"We were just, arguing. But," she looked at me, love in her tone, "We fixed it, right Jeff?"

Who's Jeff..OH YEAH, I'm Jeff.

I nodded slowly, my vocal chords feeling strained. I couldn't stop this shy, almost numb feeling I felt throughout my core. It was as though I was frozen in my spot, the only means of breaking free was to melt. But I couldn't do that, because simply falling to the floor in a heap of asthmatic breathing would've been stupid. And strange. And it really wouldn't have helped the situation. Sarah smiled at me weakly before walking up the stairs and ushering Jenny back to bed. I didn't know whether or not to stay put or to follow. Going up there would've made me sick; I don't think I can get close to Jenny without passing out. The realization was still filling itself in, and the reality that I could do nothing but stand by as she went on with her life, oblivious to the fact that her father was a murderous freak of nature made me queasy.

"Hey," Sarah's voice zapped me from my blurry thoughts as she came down the stairs. When I didn't respond, she spoke again, "Uh, so Chris had to go out for another experiment, and he won't be back until tomorrow, I think," I still said nothing, "Do you maybe want to, stay. I mean, not in a weird way just so that we can talk about this, and what to do next?"

I simply shrugged and she took my hand, leading me back to the couch. We sat down, her on one side of the couch and me on the other. I hadn't felt this awkward and clueless about anything before in my entire life, and I wasn't sure on how to act, or speak, or breathe.

"So," she began, breaking through the silence, "Listen, I don't want this to be awkward or weird between us."

"Weird?" A spark hit my throat, "Weird, is not the word to use Sarah. This is going to be absolute shit between us," I informed, leaning back onto the couch with a groan, feeling hopeless.

She sighed, "It doesn't have to be."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, covering my eyes with my arm, trying to relax.

"You like me, and I like you, so..."

"So..." I continued, finishing her thought, "You want to go behind Chris's back?"