Jeff The Killer: An Unreal Romance

Promises could Lie

*Hey all you wonderful readers! It’s me again with another chapter. Anyways, please enjoy and keep reading for meJ Also vote for Jeff the Killer: An Unreal Romance if you like it and want to continue to see more! Sorry if this chapter is a bit long. Give it a chance.

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*Nevada’s P.O.V*

            I woke up this morning at 4:00am. Earlier than usual but I couldn’t have cared less. I turned to the left to see if Jeff was still here but he wasn’t. I might as well start getting prepared for “Acrasia”. It’s kind of funny because it feels like I getting ready for regular school. I almost forgot that I am going to be trained in God knows what. The room still smelled like Thai. Ugh, I wish I could have had that every day. I went to the bathroom and pulled off my sweats and tank top along with my undies stepping into the shower letting the hot water roundhouse on my back.

*An hour and a half later*

            I stepped out of the shower pulling the burgundy colored towel around my body. I have been knocked out for 2 months, I haven’t seen exactly what I looked like in a while. I walked up to the towering mirror near the tub and stared at my whole body. My eyes were still light brown matching up with my skin color except for the bruises I had from being with Mark. My hair had grown to just touch my shoulders and it still had that blue streak I dyed since before Lauretta’s party. It looked as if I lost weight from being passed out as well. I used to be around 150 now I look about 140.

            I left the bathroom and walked into the closet to pick out an “outfit” for my “big day”. It is my first time meeting others like Jeff, I should at least try to make a good impression. I decided on a shaded gray skater dress with a floral sweater over it. I put on some black converses with it. I walked over to the vanity and brushed my hair all down.

            “Ugh what is wrong with me?” I sat down wiping the tears from my face. It’s all happening too fast for me. It felt as if just yesterday Mark and I were sitting together in Blackwood Park together talking about our plans and dreams…

*Nevada’s memory of Mark*

            “Who puts mayonnaise on rice?” Mark kept asking me while we ate our Chinese food on the chilled grass.

            “Me! It’s not that bad, you should try it!” I pushed a fork filled with mayo covered rice to his face playfully.

            “I’ll pass. Babe look!” he shouted while pointing at the lake.

            “What is it?”  I turned swiftly to see what it was he was talking about and he instantly tackled me into the grassed dropping all of our food and soda with him. I busted into laughter forcing my face to kiss his tender pink lips.

            “After we graduate high school next year…I was thinking that we should get married.” He mumbled to my ear lugging his lips away from mine.

            “Sure, then we could fly to Japan and adopt nine Russian babies!” I joked back.

            “Babe I’m serious. You may not realize it, but you mean the world to me. I want us to be happy. I want you to be happy.” Mark sat back upwards glaring a hole into my eyes.

            “Oh, Mark I would love that. But… you would have to promise me that you’re going to change your ways. No more mishaps! I mean it Mark, you have to prove to me that you WILL change.” I sternly said to him while I sat back up.