Something about Jeff,Ben and us two

Chapter 118

Jeff's POV:
I was laying on the sofa watching whatever rubbish was on the tv because that's how bored I was. I heard rustling from outside so I got up to look outside. F*cking TIM!
I quickly got up and darted for the front door and took my knife out of my pocket.
"TIM! You're clearly f*cking asking for it!"
Tim turned to me and darted towards me. The f*ck? He hasn't even got a weapon.
He got fairly close and almost ran into me, he would have if it wasn't for me bringing my hand forwards and he ran straight into my knife.
"Wow you really were asking for it weren't you?" I said, laughing.
He just knelt there in front of me, clenching his stomach where the wound was. I kicked him over so he lay on his back, I stood over him.
"Why don't you leave us alone and go to sleep!" I spoke down to him with a grin on my face. Those where the last words he heard before his throat was slit, and his blood spilled out until he died.