Demented Creation {Jeff The Killer}

[Chapter One]

-Jeff

I quickly go to the door. I heard a knock earlier but I was to busy to answer it. I open the door to see no one there and I smirk, closing and locking the door. I look down at my self, barley able to see white on my once white hoodie, it now sprayed with blood front and back.

My freshly carved smile twitches into a bigger, insane smile as I slide the bloody knife into my hoodie pocket. I walk back down the hall, into my parents room and I lean against the door frame, looking at their frayed up bodies and the art work of blood on the wall.

"If only you didn't lie Mommy.. Maybe then, I would of let you live..." I sigh quietly.

"I. Hate. Liars." I grow murderously, deeply in my throat.

-Madison

After a couple hours of crying into my pillow, I shakily stand from the bed, wiping tears from my puffy red eyes.

I can't. I won't, tell them I witnessed it...

"Madison Rose Woods! Get your ass down here NOW!" My father growls loud enough to be a yell from down the stairs and I sigh deeply.

Knowing him, this could be anything..

I hesitantly walk out of my room, my room being at the very beginning of the hall. I walk down the stairs, my head lowered as I keep my eyes locked on the floor boards, bracing for impact.

"Yes Daddy?" I ask quietly and he runs up to me, grabbing me by my throat and pushing me against the wall. I try to pry his hands off my throat, him being stronger and I fail.

"You fucking lazy ass! You haven't made me lunch! and look at the god damned time!" He growls in my face.

1pm.

"I'm sorry Daddy!" I cower, trying to get out of his grip. He let's go of my throat and I roughly hit the floor as I gasp for air. He grabs my shoulder, pulling me up roughly to face him.

"Make me a fucking burger!" He growls in my face, pushing me against the wall and he walks away.

If only Mom was here.. He never does this when she's here...

I hesitantly walk past him sitting on the couch, walking into the living room. I go into the freezer, grabbing a box of burgers and I close the freezer door, going to the cabinets and I get myself a paper plate.

I walk out of the back door in the kitchen, my hands being full, I kick the door closed behind me with my foot, walking to the grill and I sit the plate and box of frozen patties on the end tray of the grill, lifting the lid. I clean the grill quickly, turning the propane tank underneath it on. I lay six patties on the grill. Three for my Father, two for my Mother, and one for me. If I can eat..

I close the lid, grabbing the box that still has patties in it and I go inside, sliding the box of patties back into the cold freezer. Only moments later, my mother walks into the house, a couple small bags in her hands and she walks into the kitchen, setting the bags on the counter.

"Hey there sweat heart.." She smiles quietly, kissing my cheek and I smile.

Maybe, now that she's here, I can eat for once..