"Do You Trust Me?" (Jeff the Killer)

Chapter 8: That. Is. Disgusting.

Rose's POV

It's later on in the day, and I've washed all of Jeff's clothes and they're hidden in my room. Mom recently got back from work, and she's having Gabe spend the night.

I guess I don't have many problems with that, just as long as they keep the noise level to a minimum. It's like 2 in the morning and I can't sleep.

I keep thinking about last night, when Jeff showed up and I randomly helped him with his wound, let him sleep in my bed, and fuck, I let him borrow my dads clothes.

I'm kinda glad he didn't ask whose they were though. Anyways I'm getting kinda thirsty, so I go downstairs to get a drink, when I'm met with the most disgusting thing in my entire life. On the kitchen counter, Gabe and my mom were having sex.

I ran up the stairs. As soon as I get to my room I start going, "Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!" I haven't even noticed that Jeff's now in my room. "What's wrong baby doll?" I hear Jeff ask. I look over at him realizing that he's in my room.

"Well Jeff, try witnessing to adults fucking on a kitchen counter!" I guess he finds that funny cause he falls off my bed laughing his pale ass off. "Jeff! It's not funny!"

"Oh but Rose, it's hilarious!" I officially can't stand him. When I look at the clothes I let him borrow, I notice that there's bloodstains on them. My eyes start to get a little watery since they were my dad's clothes...

I guess Jeff realized my eyes were watery because he stopped laughing. "What's wrong?" "Jeff didn't I tell you not to get blood on those clothes?" "Whoops sorry, I can't always control the thirst..."

I just shake my head and climb in bed with Jeff following after me. "Don't you have your own place to go to?' is all I ask him, not really in the mood to put up with his bullshit.

"I do, but I'm to lazy, by the way, where are my clothes?" "There over in my first dresser drawer." I forgot that, that's where I store my bras and panties. I look over at Jeff as he opens the drawer and smirks. "I never knew that you wore thongs Rose?"

As he says this, he lifts one out of the drawer. It's my favorite one. It's crimson and lace, with a black lace rose on the waistline... "Ohh I see you also having a matching bra... Let me see your boob size is... a 38C... Good size!" "Ugh Jeff you're such a pervert..."

He just laughs it off, and gets his clothes and puts them on my desk. He climbs back into my bed and says, "Night Rosie..." "Goodnight Jeff..." I whisper back, before I slip into unconsciousness...