Killing Me Slowly (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 16: I want to be left alone by everyone but you.

Jeff's P.O.V

The first feeling I felt when I found out she left was fear. Then anger. Then sadness. Then guilt.

This is my fault. I shouldn't have been so harsh on her. I could see the hurt I caused her in her eyes. My beautiful Aslin. I've hurt her again.

I threw my knife at the wall in a fit of rage toward myself. It went into the hilt. I had to find her. But I didn't know where to start looking. Then it hit me. How could she leave without help? It's impossible... She'd have to have someone from the mansion with her. But who? Who would-

I grab my knife from the wall and storm out of my bedroom.

Ben. That bastard.

Aslin's P.O.V

The next morning I woke disoriented. Then I remembered. I remembered waking up in his room. The kissing... the fight. Me running off.

I sit up and see suit cases piled neatly in the corner of the sweet. Right. Ben said he'd take care of my things. I sit up and groggily rub my eyes. Time to start the day I guess.

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The day dragged on by. It was 7pm and all I've done is sit by the window in a comfy arm chair, thinking about Jeff. Honestly I don't want to do anything. Go anywhere. See anyone. Well, I can think of one person. But the likely hood of him showing up here was 1-1,000,000. Although, I was thankful. If I saw him, I'd give in. I have to be strong. I can live without him.

But I'm just lying to myself. Who am I kidding? My knee is bouncing. I'm anxious. God I fucking hate him. But I love him. I love him so much it hurts.

I was about to pick up the phone to call the number Ben gave me when there was a knock at the door.

"Hm...? I didn't order anything..." My curiosity spiking, I walk over to the door, opening it.

"Hello there. Long time no see." A women with jet black hair and eyes to match stood on the threshold.

"Jane..." I breathed, determined not to show my fear.

"May I come in?" Her black lips stretched into a bone chilling smile.

I stepped aside, sensing that I didn't have much of a choice. She flounced in and sat herself down in my chair. I stood, watching her with caution.

"What do you want Jane." I demanded more than asked.

"Oh you know. Girl talk." She shrugged, though I could tell that wasn't the reason.

"How did you find me...?" I crossed my arms over my chest, only wearing a long sleeve grey thermal shirt and black sweatpants, my chocolate hair falling around my shoulders.

"I'm a serial killer hun. Tracking people down is what I do best." She grins at me.

"Then... then Jeff...-"

"He should probably be dropping by for a chat soon. Though he doesn't know I'm here. Which you'd better keep our little secret."

And then she was on me, her knife pressed to my throat. I gasped but she only pressed harder. "You have no idea what you're meddling with." She growls, inches from my face. Tears sting my eyes.

"P-please d-don't...."

"Don't what? Don't kill you?" She chuckled evilly. "No sweetie that would be too easy."

She tsked at me and grabbed my arm, slashing three lines across my wrist. I cried out in agony, the pain excruciating.

"And of course three to match on the other side!" She does the same to my opposite wrist, causing me to cry out louder. She leans close to me, her breath fanning my face.