Jeffrey Magnon

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"Look I could care less what you do Jeff you can rot in jail for all I care!" His father yelled.

"You'd love that wouldn't you?!" Jeffrey yelled.

"Yes I would love that your a pathetic peace of shit that should have died! You should have died not your mother!" His father yelled the words dripping out of his mouth like venom.

"Well then if you don't wish to see me that can be arranged." Jeffrey said coldly looking at the floor.

He went up stairs and packed a suitcase. He grabbed the few clothes he had. Grabbed his money he hid all around his room. He took the picture of his mother and shoved it in his pocket. He grabbed his small tools, and his three books.

He went down stairs and walked out without saying a word.

He went to wear the man he'd buy the motorcycle from.

"Hello sir I came back. Here's the 1,000 you wanted. Is there anything wrong with it? It's pretty cheep." Jeffrey stated looking at the man.

"No son everything is working fine but by the looks of it you chose to leave your old man." The elderly man said giving a small smile.

"No sir give me a better price I'll pay you." Jeffrey stated not wanting to be pitied like that.

"It's fine I was gonna through it away anyway." The elderly man said.

"Thank you sir have a great night." Jeffrey smiled at the man.

"You have anywhere to go?" The elderly man asked.

"Yes, yes i do thank you sir you've done more then enough for me I really appreciate it." Jeffrey said walking to turn on the short tail motorcycle.

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Jeffrey sat in his tree house. He drank away, enjoying the physical pain the alcoholic beverage caused him.

It burned his throat but after a while he didn't feel the sting anymore. He was done with it.

He took out the picture of his mother. She had brown jet black hair like his. She had brown eyes but he had green eyes.

He fell asleep to drunk to care about anything else.
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Jeffrey woke up and looked at the time on his watch. 10:07 a.m.

He got up changed and headed to a gas station. He took a shower and went to do his hours of community service.

He painted walls that had graffiti on them. "Such a a máster peace." Jeffrey said to no one in particular.

"Tragic it must be discarded ." Jeffrey thought to himself.

"What are you doing?" A girl with shoulder length curly hair, big green gray eyes and nose piercing asked Jeffrey.

"Sadly I am dismantling a master peace." Jeffrey stated bluntly.

"But that's my work I did that!" The girl exclaimed angrily at him.

"Look I hate this as much as you do, but I have to do my community service now fuck off." Jeffrey said coldly.

He went back to painting the girl walked away as he heard her footsteps fade away.

Jeffrey did this for the whole two weeks. But he also got a job at a Café.

Jeffrey often saw couples, and often saw women cry, he never understood women nor did he care to want to understand them.

Jeffrey was a good person. Though his actions reflected the contrary of his true character.

Jeffrey was inwardly a wreck. But he was neat and tidy with his things. All his small sketchbooks were in shelf's. His clothes always neatly folded. He was a perfectionist.

Jeffrey would be polite. He had manners. Sadly his mind was twisted. He often had inhuman thoughts. He refrained from his mind taking over his body.

Jeffrey walked up to a girl who's order he'd be taking.The girl was short no more then 5'3 she had brown hair long and braided. Her eyes were brown, and she had a narrow nose. Regular lips. She looked so broken he thought.

Her eyes were dull, almost cold. "May I take your order miss?" Jeffrey asked as politely as he could.

Jeffrey often had issues talking to girls. He only ever talked coldly to them. To men he could fake it. Fairly well, but women to him were dangerous.

"Um yes I would like to have a phrapay please." The girl said not looking up at Jeffrey.

"Will that be all?" Jeffrey asked with a smile.

"Yes." The girl said looking up at him. Here face contoured into one of fear. Jeffrey looked at her confused. "Is everything alright miss?" Jeffrey asked still confused as to why he looked at her like that.

"J- Jeff?" The girl asked still looking at him in fear.

"Yes that's my name." Jeffrey responded. "Miss what seems to be bugging you? Was I rude?" Jeffrey asked unsure of what he actually did wrong. As far as he was concerned he was being a gentleman.

"Your... your the son of Blake Magnon?" The girl asked the name of his father coming out like venom from her mouth.

"Yes." Jeffrey agreed coldly.

"I - i sh - should go." The girl said stuttering.

"Wait why are you so afraid?" Jeffrey asked grabbing her wrist. The girl flinched at the contact.

"L - let g - go!" The girl yelled. Jeffrey was so confused he didn't know what he'd done wrong or why she was so afraid of him. Had his father done something to her?

"Is everything alright?" Mr. Dex the manager asked both the teens.

"Sorry sir I just wanted to ask the girl why she was so afraid of me?" Jeffrey stated letting go of te girls wrist.

The girl ran of as though she was running for her life.
What an odd girl Jeffrey thought. But as far as he knew he was odd as well.

"Jeff your fired." Mr. Dex said glaring at him.

"But I was being a gentleman." Jeffrey complained. "I only grabbed her wrist because I wanted to know why se was so afraid of me." Jeffrey stated the anger in his voice evident.

"Look Jeff you can just grab the customer. It's not good on the business I'm sorry kid." Mr. Dex said folding his hands together.

"Whatever dumbass." Jeffrey said coldly as he walked out of the managers office.

He'd went to his tree house. He sat down looking at his empty bottle of Jack.

Why was she so afraid? Had my father hurt her the way he hurt me? Had he done worse?

She knew my name she must go to school.

Jeffrey stood up and went on his motorcycle. He headed to school and asked a guy he'd talk to often. "Hey John." Jeffrey greeted with a scowl.

"Why the face Jeff?" John asked looking confused.

"Do you this girl that has long brown hair, brown eyes. Short around 5'3?" Jeff asked seriously as he looked at John waiting for a reply.

John as thinking, "well I'm not to sure man, I mean there a lot of girls here." John said scratching the back of his head.

"Fine I'll see what i can do. Thanks for nothin." Jeff stated coldly.

"Sorry man." John stated walking home.

Who are you? Why are you so afraid of me? Why is she still in my head he thought.