Lethal Passion (Jeff The Killer)

Chapter 64. Knives and Guns

"No, Jeff," I crossed my arms, "I'm staying here."

"No, you're not." He retorted.

"Can you at least tell me why?" I let out an exasperated breath.

"I told you it's safer if you're with a bunch of people." He gave me an irritated look, "So, leave."

I scoffed and sat down on the couch as I stared hard at the ground in deep thought.

Jeff wanted me to go to work and stay there every night, saying it's for my own good to be in a crowd. But what about him? What if Jane and Liu comes and he's alone, they'll overpower him, they have way too much advantage. I know he wants to keep me out of danger but I'm worried too . . .

Jeff sighed and sat down beside me, "Look," he stared at me, "Please just trust me on this one."

"What about you?" I glared at him, "What if they really did come?"

"I'm not as weak as you think, you know." He rolled his eyes.

"There's two of them and one of you." I reminded him.

"I'm gonna be straightforward," he positioned himself to face me, "If you're here and they somehow did attack, what good will you do?" He arrogantly asked as I quietly listened to him, "Nothing. So my point is, it's better if it's just me than the both of us."

I kept my mouth shut as his voice resonated in the empty living room. I know that . . . but I couldn't help but feel agitated over this matter. I don't even feel like going out, I feel so much safer here at home even though that's the exact opposite of how things are right now. I know for sure that Jeff won't budge, his decisions were always final, one thing I hate.

"Whatever." I simply replied, not having the enthusiasm to continue the argument any longer. I stood from the couch and stepped towards the stairs. I climbed up in the most begrudging way and entered the bedroom to get changed into my work clothes.

As I rummaged through the wooden closet, I particular box caught my eye. No, it's not the box where I keep my fortune, it's the box . . . containing Jeff's knife. I stopped and picked it up. Slowly, I opened it to see the blade poking out of the cloth wrapped around it. Hesitating, I unwrapped the cloth from the knife and studied it.

The knife he used to murder.

For a moment, it crossed my mind to give it back to him, for protection. Jeff can really be uncaring sometimes, he may not be so laid back right now but you never know . . . I just don't want him to get hurt.

Laying the knife on the ground, I hurriedly changed my outfit and stared back at the mirror due to the bags under my eyes, I look terrible. Shaking my head, I grabbed my bag and the knife as well before walking out of the room and heading downstairs.

I glanced at Jeff only to see him staring back at me as I got down. I swiftly tossed the knife towards him while he gave an alarmed look as he awkwardly caught it. I reached the front door but stopped and turned around as I watch him intently. He held it in both his palms but not gripping it, he looks like he doesn't know what to do with it, you could even say he looked a bit scared.

"Why the hell do you still have this?" He sounded angry as he asked, still staring at the blade.

"I can't exactly throw it anywhere, it's an evidence. We can't risk it." I explained, "I'm leaving, protect yourself." I simply said as I pulled the door open and walked out.

I didn't wait for an answer, I probably won't receive one anyway. I know it's a dumb decision but I'll do what it takes to help him stay safe, he's already doing what he can for me . . . I trust him, he won't do anything bad.