Long Live Jeff

Chapter 14

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Chapter 14

Faith's PoV

Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see and hear was Jeff horrifyingly murdering his victims. I helped. Does that make me a murderer too? Is he going to come find me? He found my house once. He was in my bedroom once.

Part of me never wants to see his face again. Yet, another part of me feels empty, you could say. I spent such a long time with Jeff, and now he's just gone. He snapped.

I'm just confused, and I want answers. It has gotten to a point where I pretty much have insomnia. Will Jeff come one night and tell me to go to sleep? It's stuck on my mind.

"Charlotte, detectives are here and want to ask you a couple questions," My dad said barging in my room.

I nodded and he waved some people in. Great, they just stared at me uncomfortably.

"Can I help you?" I asked awkwardly.

"Miss Charlotte, is it okay if we ask you a couple questions?" One questioned.

I shrugged. They can ask as much as they want. I don't have all the answers.

"Is it true that you helped the serial killer?" The second one asked with the pointy nose.

"Against my will, of course," I answered partially lying.

"Why do you think that he killed all those people, except you?" The third one with a curved nose asked.

"That's something you would have to ask him," I responded.

"That's the problem. We do not know where he is, so help us out," The original one explained.

"He's always on the run-" I began saying before noticing the third taking notes.

"And?" The first questioned.

"He never stays in one place, it's pretty much impossible to track him down," I finished.

I was not going to give them a lot of information on Jeff. Just cause he snapped at me, does not me that I will turn on him. He did keep me alive after all. I have to return the favor even though he is a murderer.

"I can't answer anymore. My head is killing me," I lied.

The first one, I assume is the leader, lead the others out of me room.

I'm glad that is over.

I stared out the window and watched the detectives leave. That did not go that bad. I don't believe that I gave out that much information on Jeff.

What can I do? My dad will not let me leave the house and my mom agrees. I need fresh air, but no.

When I was with Jeff, I felt free. The wind blew against you as you ran. The sound leaves made has you stepped on them.

I want to be free again.

I'm sorry if this was short. :(

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