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*Nevada’s P.O.V*
Jeff had the lady at the office drive me home. I tried to pretend as if it was him driving me and we were in the car laughing and joking about nothing. It didn’t work though, mostly because she didn’t know how to shut up and leave me the heck alone.
“So little lady, Jeff said he’ll be home tomorrow so stop with all that pouting! You know, my mother always said that…” I couldn’t keep up with her useless tales. I glanced out the window. It was pouring rain, every droplet seemed like a memory of Jeff. His sliced smile, his pale glowing skin, his knife that he always kept with him even when he showered. Ugh. I wanted him here with me, badly.
“We’re here sweetie! Please, take care of yourself tonight, I’ll head back to the school now. Anything you need, just call, okay?” I opened the door slowly nodding a doubtful yes at her. I heard the van behind me hurtle away, but I didn’t even turn to see it leave. I just stood there. The rain pounced on my hair, slipping through my scalp, into my eyes, then down my leg.
“I’m sorry Jeff.” I whispered to myself hoping that somehow he would hear me. Forgive me.
I don’t know why, but I started running. I ran up until I met with a dirty mud pond and sat beside it. The rain gave me a sort of relief from my pain. I pulled my legs in closer to my chest, my tears got mixed into the rain water hitting my lips then falling onto my tongue. I’m drowning. That’s it. That is how I would describe this…feeling. Tilting my head upwards I closed my eyes letting the water smack my face over and over again.
“Nevada?”
I jumped upwards, backing away from the figure standing across the pond.
“Jeff?” I felt my heart squeeze inside my chest.
“Um, No. It’s Elijah.”
Elijah. How did he find me here?
“How did you…find me?” I peered closer into his eyes. It really was him. How did he…
“Well I…I...I sensed that you were upset…” he stroked his hair back out of his face, awkwardly looking at the mud as if he were guilty for telling me this.
“What do you mean you sensed me?” I motioned closer to him wiping the mud off the back of my dress.
“It’s a part of my skill. When I think of someone, I start to see exactly what they’re doing, also feel how they are feeling. I thought you were sitting here because you were hurt or something…It’s weird, I know I’m sorry.” He turned to leave but I stopped him in his tracks.
“No, it’s okay. I understand. I was just um…venting…” My head jotted to the ground as I talked to him.
“But Nevada, Jeff is fine. Why are you still beating yourself up over it?” Elijah held my hand walking me back up the trail.
“I…I don’t know.” I mumbled trying to clear my throat.
“Everybody is expecting great things from me…hankering me to live up to these high ass expectations that I can’t up-hold.” I felt a tear roll down my cheek, burning into my chin.
“…I’m just always so damn useless! I couldn’t even protect someone who would risk their own LIFE for me!!” I dropped Elijah’s hand, I stepped in front him glaring into his eyes.
“Did you know that your leg is bleeding?” he pointed at the gashes on my thigh. I didn’t even realize that I hurt myself that rough.
“What does my leg have to do with anything?” My face relaxed into a confused state.
“Well you just ran from a mansion that’s about…an hour away to this pond on that same leg without even noticing that you were injured so badly.”
“Your point?” I folded my arms on my chest curious to see what he was trying to getting at.
“Well you’re sitting here in all your self-pity, complaining that you are weak and useless, but still had all that strength and determination to get to this pond without even realizing it. Nevada, you’re not perfect. The world isn’t perfect. Sometimes shit is going to happen that you do not have any control over. People are going to point out every flaw that you have. Expect the impossible and laugh at you if you stumble and fall trying to achieve it. It’s up to you to decide whether you’re going to be their circus clown and follow along or create your own path.” Elijah placed his hands on my shoulders, pulling me in his arms. I could smell the faint axe on his T-shirt. His chest felt like a sweltering cup of hot-chocolate on an ice cold winter night. I wrapped my arms around his waist, letting my tears fade into his shirt.
“You’re right. Eli, I’m so sorry. Thank you.” I snuggled my face into his neck. My body was trembling. He lifted me up onto his back.
“Here. I’ll take you home and get you stitched up. Besides, you’re freezing!” I embedded my arms around his neck laying my head down on his back. I couldn’t explain it, but I think that for the first time I could trust someone with my life. Elijah made me happy. Something that no amount of venting could have ever helped me become.
*Inside of Nevada’s Bedroom*
After a long steaming shower and getting 13 stitches on my thigh, I was exhausted. Elijah carried me from the closet to my bed. Positioning me gently on the mattresses. He pulled the covers over me then sat beside my stomach. He handed me a burgundy mug. I sipped the warm minty beverage, staring over the mug’s rim to look at him.
“Mm this is sooo good Eli.” I delicately whispered to him taking a long sip of the tea.
“Yeah? I always knew I would be able to cook something edible.” He jokingly nudged my non-stitched leg.
“I wouldn’t necessarily say that this is…cooking. But, it’s divine!” I smiled broadly at him, putting the mug on the stand near the bed.
“And I wouldn’t be saying anything if I were the one with 13 stitches on my leg, I would be getting some sleep.” He grinned showing off his commercial white teeth. It made me giggle at how beautiful he was. Every inch of him.
“Okay… Thanks again Eli, for everything.” I glanced up to meet his full face.
“It’s nothing really. I never had…Someone I could call a friend before…It’s pretty hectic at Acrasia, people come in and people go. But you’re different. To me anyways.” He pulled up the rest of the covers onto my chest, leaning inches away from my face. My smile enlarged across my face. I could almost taste his scent. It was magical. I gazed into his emerald green eyes. He gradually kissed my forehead. It made my whole body…tingle.
“Goodnight Neva.” Then he backed away leaving out the door in a swift move.
I blew out the vanilla scented candle on the night stand and studied the ceiling getting lost in my empty thoughts.
Goodnight Neva.
His goodbye ringed in my ears once more. I closed my eyes picturing his gaze, his smile, his everything.
Goodnight Neva.
I drifted to sleep, when a memory flew instantly through my mind.
The last person who ever called me Neva…was Mark.
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