Living With Jeff The Killer

Living With Jeff The Killer- I hate mornings Wait you're a....

Hi Assassingirl242 here,

~keep smiling

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After a few minutes of thinking Max, Max walked out of the room. Just like the night before he couldn't walk and kept swaying back and forth. My black pock a dot blanket was wrapped around him. The blanket was to big for him to walk so he drag it across the floor. I just stood there and laughed. He looked like an old drunken man trying to come home from a long day at the bar. He even had the dark lines around his eyes.

"What's up?" I asked as he laid his head on my knee. He didn't reply, his face hidden. The blanket covered half way of his golden hair. I grab his little arms and pulled him up. He growled but slowly back asleep on my shoulder. His head fell perfectly on my shoulder like it was meant for him to lay on. I wraped him up with the blanket and around my arm. I closed my eyes with Max while bouncing him up and down. His breath warmed up my neck. I took deep breath. Something wasn't right. I stopped bouncing. Max's head laid still for a second then his face looked at me (his eyes still closed). He head now hanged from an uncomfortable way.

"Mmmm..." Max complained cuddled with me again. His arms wrapped around my neck not letting me go. I took a deep breath again. Something was different. Usually I can hear more than one beets but one seems to be abnormal. Something is wrong.

"Max. Get up." I shook Max in my arms going side to side his head bobbled. His eyes shined bright with confusion when he awoke. He gave a sigh and fell back asleep. I put Max on the ground slowly bending where he can rest on the floor. Max smiled and wraped his hands around my neck again. I put him down as he held on tighter, pulling me down with him. "Max... stop. Let me go." He giggled as he let go. I smirked. He was cute when he acts like a brat. I looked back at Max, his head laid on the wooden floor. His eyes closed. The large blanket made a perfect bed for him. He slept so soundly and peacefully. I frowned. What if one day, He begins to hate me? I closed the idea before I can think further. It was a stupid question. I breathed again and the same weird beating begin to beet faster! Ugh! Where is that beating?!

"Ron!" I yelled, running downstairs. Pictures shook as I ran. I paused for a moment to look. Mary might have hang them when Max and I was a sleep. One picture stood out the most was Ron and her's wedding picture. Both seemed so happy yet so scared. Weird. I jumped, skipping the last two stairs and entered the living room/kichean. I stood in amazement. The living-room couch have arrived. I stared at the white fabric. I reached out to touch the couch. It felt so solft and warm. The Mother never had something so nice and warm. Usually my old coach that have blood stains and the smell of cigarettes. Guess even Jail can't hold the mother away from me. She will never leave me, her goal is to kill me. Even if she's not next to me to do it.

"Ron went to the shed. For something," I turned to see a female. Her blond straight hair hanged to her ears,"I'm here to install the TV," She explained keeping her eyes on the TV, making her voice eco. Her blue inform wrinkled and stained with a black substance. I glanced at her figure. She had the looks of a female. I took a breath again. The abnormal beating stopped. I began to smirk knowing that I freaked out for no reason. "What are you looking at?" The female asked standing up. Opps. Forgot still looking at her figure. When she stood up her name read Victor.

Now that makes sense. Tv women was a guy. Maybe I just felt uncomfortable knowing that a cross dresser was in my home. I don't mind. My old science teacher is a cross dresser. He didn't mind that people felt uncomfortable around him but it should wouldn't hurt to give a smile than a frown. I shrugged and gave her my famous smiles. Showing all my front teeth covering my bottom lip, tilting my head making my eyes full. Finally moved my eyebrow side to side. The female looked at me with confusion and frowned. "Go away now." Her voice cracked. I run back upstairs. Max stood by his door, rubbing his eyes and yawned. His short blond head leaned on the stair railing. He eyes half closed.

"Mommy?" He began." Can you tock me in?" I smiled and picked up his tinny body. I am okay with him calling me mommy. I fell strong when he calls me that.

"Sure. Maxy. Any thing for you."

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Yes, it's short. Can't think, sorry. Will update soon.