I am Jeff the Killer's Daughter

Chapter 1

[Okay, I know it's gross but I literally thought of this in the restroom... ENJOY!!!]

I get dressed in my usual attire. Black tube-top, black short-shorts, black two-inch heels, black mascra, eye-liner, and blood-red lip stick. Most kids in my school call me 'freak', 'goth girl', or 'slut'. I've learned to ignore them. They, are just jelous that they don't have to wear a pound of makeup to look beautiful; I'm all natur-al.

"Julia! Hurry up before the bus leaves!!!"

"'Kay mom! See you after school!" I run out the door just as the bus is leaving; just. My. Luck.

I live ten miles from the school, and it's 7:00 o'clock. I have 45 minutes to get to school before the sluts and whores get there. They're always outside waiting for me, ready to pound me to a pulp if I even glance there way.

I get to school late, hoping that nobody has noticed.

"Miss Frost, where have you been this fine morning? You should have been in class thirty minutes ago."

"Sorry Mr. Lins, the bus left without me and it was a long walk here," I half-lied. It was a long walk, but I ran twice that distance everytime my 'parents' were drunk or high; so I should have been able to get there in at least fifteen minutes.

"Okay Miss Frost, but you'll still have to report to my office at the end of the day for an after-school detention."

"Yes sir," I said. Great. Now I had a detention after school, my abusive parents to worry about when I get home, and the fact that I have to work tonight.

^.^ [time skip symbol; and brackets mean authors note]

"Oh look, if it isn't the retarted goth," said the slutty whore Ashtyn [sorry for those of you who's name is Ashtyn, I just know one and I really don't like her] before I punched her in the face. Just looking at my thin, slender figure, you'd never think I was good at fighting. Let me tell you, you don't want to meet me in an alley when I'm pissed off.

"YOU BITCH!!!!! Girls, grab her! Don't let her go!!!" yelled Ashtyn. I knew what was coming. More abuse. I tried to run away, but her 'friends' tripped me pinning me to the ground. I tried to lossen their grip so I could run away, but to no avail.

"Not so tough now, are you? You're a creep. A freak of nature. Nobody loves you, and nobody ever will."

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Two hours later, and I'm sitting in detention with (you guessed it!) the bitch-queen herself. Ashtyn was caught beating me up, and got a months worth of detention. She deserves it though.

"Okay Julia, you can leave. You're time is up. Just don't let me catch me being late to school again. Ashtyn, you still got an hour before you can go." Mr. Lins said, obviously bored out of his mind having to sit there with us making sure we behaved.

"But why does that freak get to leave early?!?!" Haha, sucker.

"Because Ashtyn, she has a job to get to, and has to walk to get home, and to her job, and her shift starts in a little over an hour." Mr. Lins said.

"Bye Mr. Lins. I swear I'll try to get to school on time from now on."

I walked out the school door... into the pouring rain. I start walking as fast as I can, hearing footsteps behind me. I'm to scared to turn around- I have watched to many horror movies to know that you never turn around when you hear something- so I start to walk faster. The steps behind me get faster to, matching my pace. That's it. I've had it. I break out into a run, hoping to get to my house alive.

I trip on the road (damn my clumbsiness!), and take a quick look behind me as I get up. What I see will haunt me for the rest of my life.

I saw a boy in his mid-teens. His face was a bleached-white, except for the skin around his eyes, where his eyelids should have been. The kid also had a smile carved from the corner's of his mouth to the bottom of his ears. He was wearing a white-hoodie covered in blood; and some of it looked fresh.

I got up and ran as fast as I could to my house. When I got in view of it, I pushed myself to the breaking point to get inside before the creep caught up to me. I opened the door, slamming it as hard as I could once I was inside and locking it.

"Julia," my father slurred. He has definetlly been drinking. "You were suppost to be home two hours ago! It's five o'clock! My dinner isn't cooking and the house is still dirty!" My father yelled at me as he shuffeled down the stairs.

"I'm sorry master," I said (calling him 'master' is the only way to make my daily abuse less painful). "I got an after school detention because I was late getting to school. I'll start cleaning and preparing your dinner right away." I bow and head to the kitchen to start preparing supper.

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I've finally finished making my pitiful excuse of parent's dinner, cleaned the entire house top to bottom, and went to work for my eight hour shift. I'm on my way home from work, which is luckly only five blocks away. I walk as fast as I can, hoping I can get home before somebody sees me out at one in the morning, alone, on the bad side of town, where all of the bars, strip-clubs, and drug-deals are.

"Hey beautiful, what are you doin' out here all alone? Need a ride?" I heard a man say. Before I could even see him, I smelled the whiskey and weed on his breath.

"No, but thank-you. I'm fine. I need the exercise." I said, hoping the creep couldn't hear the fear in my voice.

Before I could scream, a hand was covering my mouth and I was being pulled into an alley.

"Oh, but I insist."

I could now get a good look at the man. He was about six foot, broad shouldered, roughly two-hundred pounds. He had on a leather trenchcoat that matched his army boots and rugged, scruffed up look.

I tried to scream, but the man's grip only got tighter.

He removed his hand just long enough to start kissing me. I knew where this was going, and I didn't like it. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head with one of his massive ones. He used his legs to stretch my legs out, so that if I tried to move them the only way I could go was up and out, closer to him. During all of this, he used his free hand to... touch me... in a place a young girl like me should never be touched.

I started to wimper, afraid of what I knew he was going to do to me, and what I knew wouldn't be stopped unless somebody was stupid enough to be walking alone at this time of night.

The man took my shirt off over my head without letting go of my hands; telling me that I'm not the first girl he's raped. He started touching me, and I screamed for somebody, anybody, to help me. Right now, I wouldn't even care if it was that creep that was following me home in the rain after detention.

I felt the man go limp in my arms and fall on top of me. I pushed him off and put me shirt back on as fast as I could, hoping that my savior didn't see me half-naked like this. I looked up to see the same man as before, with a knife in his hands, covered in fresh blood. I crawled away into the corner (Stupid! Stupid Julia!) hoping for dear life that he didn't notice me. He did. He started walking towards me and did the wierdest thin ever. He kissed my temple.

"Are you okay? Did that man hurt you?" the man said.

"N...No. Who are you? Why were you following me on my way home from school?"

"I will answer all of your questions in time Julia. But for now, I must leave."

[Okay, it's 10:17 at night, I got to work tomorrow, and now it's storming. I hope you guys enjoy the pain I go through to write these stories! Vote, comment, and subscribe random peeps that are reading this!!!!!]