《Jeff the Killler X Reader》

Simple and Fast

You were walking home one day from school. Slow pace, Slow breathing....with a fast mind.

Life at home sucked worse then it did at school. School had mean kids and rude teachers with failing grades and content anxiety, but home was so much worse...Mom killed herself a year ago because she couldn't take the abuse from your father.  And now father abuses you in more ways then one...

Sexual, Verbal, Phisically, and emotinally you were fucked... quite literally in some states.

Just like your mother...

On your way home you kept feeling as if you were being watched, after several minutes of absolute nothing pass, you shake it off and figure it was some of the other kids who attend your school you and continue walking but just a tad faster not enough for it to be very noticable.

You missed the bus to get to school, school was miles and miles away so you decide to turn and head home.

All that work of getting ready for nothing.

"Where are the kids who were behind me? Did they make it to the bus? But how..." You think to yourself. Your brain rattles trying to comprehend it.

You leave it be and assume they turned around a while ago maybe realizing they knew it was to late for the bus.

Once you got home a glass flys infront of your face smashing into peices, A few managed to reach your face and slice parts of it.

Not enough for a good blood flow. But still small irritated scratches apear.

"W-what are yo-*hiccup* you doing home so late?!" Father yells hiccuping everyonce and a while as he usually  does when he drinks.

"D-dad its around 8:20...I-I missed the bus." you say, picking your words carefully.

"Come here my de*hiccup* dear." He says hiccuping once more.

You walk closer to him, the boards under your feet cracking every few steps. Slower and slower you make your way to him. His breath smelling of alcohol and salts. He grabs your face and brings you closer.....

"LIAR!!!" He says pulling his hand off your face and slapping you causing you to fall on the ground.

A loud thud onto the ground makes a painting on the wall shake.

"Finally make yourself useful and make some dinner girl, even your mother could do that! And she was a dead ma-Woman walking" He says with a large laugh and then beging dozing off as you lay on the ground tears rolling down your cold face.

The salty tears burning the small newly revived cuts.

You decide to go on a walk and think.

Your father would forget about what had happened so you didnt need to worry about not preparing him food.... concidering it wasnt even noon diner could wait.

Dead beat drunk.

You thought about running away but it never worked. He always found you.

"Hmm... if i was gone, he couldnt beat me anymore... the only thing he could beat...was his meat to the yoga channel mom used to watch." You chuckle at your stupid joke.

Then you thought about the murders that have been going around.

Some say its by a ear to ear mouth cutted boy.

Others say its a secret organization of several people. Like a cult of some kind.

Maybe if you found this killer he could free you from this shity world.

"Like from the anime "Satsuriku no Tenshi" (Angles of Death)" you think to yourself.

Just as you start getting really into thought something charges at you and tackles you to the ground.

A cloth gets put over your mouth and nose. The last thing you see before you passout is a blurry pale, long black haired boy in white.

And then black...