Love Me (Yandere! Jeff the killer)

Chapter 2

I sighed to myself. That little bloodbath made me feel a little better, but it did little to satiate me. It only reminded me I had competition. Other people wanted her. That's not the first time it's happened.

None of them can understand my need. They don't understand she's meant for me and me alone.

I grumbled to myself, making my way to her home. I need to calm myself. I need to see her. I need to be with her.

I made my way down the street, feeling the cracks and pebbles in the pavement under my shoes. I took some deep breaths and walked to her home. Swallowing, I slipped into her front yard, sitting outside her window and hiding in some bushes.

She wouldn't see me. She never sees me. I smiled to myself, watching her paint.

She lives alone. And that's so perfect. I have her to myself when she's home.

I smirked to myself, licking my top lip. Thinking of what I would do if I had her heart. Thinking about stripping her down, playing with her, letting our bodies mesh.

She's the first time I ever remember getting a hard on. She's the only time after that.

I swallowed, feeling myself peak as I thought about it.

I want her. I want to tear that pretty little chest open and take her heart for myself. I want to drag my knife down her ribcage, break her, open her chest, and take what's rightfully mine.

I'm so tired of sharing. I'm so tired of other people making her smile. People who are not me.

I stared at her, calming down. I sneered at the thought of the boy from earlier. I sneered at the ones who had done it before. I growled, getting angry that people wanted her, I'm the only one that gets her.

I slipped out of the bushes, awaiting night time. I growled and grumbled to myself as I walked to my little cabin in the forest.

I got myself cleaned up, washing my clothes and taking a shower. I wanted to touch her tonight, even if it was mundane. Just hold her, feel her soft skin against my course skin.

I sat on my couch, trying to relax and watch TV. It wasn't working. I need her. But I need to be patient.

Night slowly crept up. I watched the sun setting, waiting for darkness. Then I went out. I wandered towards her house, making sure no one saw me.

I found myself on her street, seeing her bedroom light on through her window. She was still awake, but I didn't care. I was patient enough to wait a little longer. I just want her to myself.

I felt tired. I stared in her window from the vantage point I'd had earlier. If she had it open during the day, she had a habit of leaving it open during the night too.

She was just sitting and watching one of her favorite shows. A true crime show, I think.

I just stared. I watched the way she layed on her stomach, pencil in hand, sketchbook open, face staring at the screen. I smiled, her intrigued face staring at her laptop.

I let my eyes look over her curves. I the arch in her back, the roundness of her ass. The way her legs bent up into the air and swayed as she watched what intrigues her.

I licked my lips. I want her. I want her heart so much.

I bit my lip, feeling that ache branch through me. I want to touch her. I want to hold her...

Eventually the night dragged on, and she shut down her computer and got ready for bed. I watched as she moved around, putting things away in her messy room. She went out and I could crane my neck to see her brushing her teeth in the bathroom. As she came back in her room, she jumped on her bed and drew the blinds, and I could see nothing else until she shut off the light.