He Kills

Chapter Thirteen

Jeff's POV:

The whisking shadow of the flame that sparked the room with a lonely glow lit up half of Brooke's face as we sat merely inches in front of each other. What once use to be a room where my family relaxed and rejoiced was now a pestering thought of what I conflicted on my family that night.

Brooke was staring at the flame as if it had answers on to why I brought her to my first crime scene while twirling her fingers in her now frizzy hair.

"It was an itch." My shaky voice echoed throughout the hollow room as it traveled to her ears.

The twirling stopped and so did the staring at the flame, the stare traveled its way over to me.

"What?" she said. Her captivating eyes yanked into mine causing me to quiver and lose my train of thought.

"The itch made me murder my family..that I had once loved." My words loose and my eyes looser to contain concentration.

Her eyebrows cocked, "An itch?"

I nodded as a response the flame kept flagging back and forth like a tail of an impatient dog, I collecting the impatience as she didn't speak.

I stuttered, "I felt like-..I needed to do it. The itch, it bothered me so much." While clenching on to my fists to try to bottle up the anger.

"You could of just scratched it." She simply added out of the blue as if our conversation was about an actual itch. Her lips were taking the shade of purple and she held her head in the palms of her hands.

"Believe me I tried. It was just too strong. Did you know that there is always an itch on your body, kind of like that. No matter how hard I scratched. I could of dug the edge of my nails into my raw skin and pulled out bloody dripping meaty flesh and it still wouldn't have helped!" The anger had been unleashed but, Brooke didn't seem to be touched by it.

Quietly as if it was a gently whisper, "Tell me your story Jeff."

"Alright." I added as equally gentle. "When my mother had announced we were moving here I was ecstatic. We had lived in a small apartment in the city but, due to the fact our mother wanted us to be exposed to better education we came down here."

Brooke kept all of her focus on me as she was all ears.

I licked my lips and proceeded. "The neighbor hood was different. Every house the same, I liked it though. I like different. Anyways this house was nice and spacious and I was eager to start my new life here."

"You weren't upset?" Brooke questioned while sitting up straight and fixing her position.

"No, I was happy. The first day of our new school came around and Liu and waited for the bus-"

I was cut off abruptly.

"You beat those kids senseless." She murmured as she held no expression in her eyes.

"I did. The itch was unbearable as if two hands had thrown me into it. Liu as you know and everyone else does took the blame."

"The next Saturday you went to a little kid's party and they came back."

It was if we were reciting my tragic life story as a play while we skimmed through the script.

"The itch was as if someone had lit your body on fire, no escaping it. Just letting the pain in and embracing it. I would know."

She squirmed, "Then at the hospital they uncovered your face..." Her graceful voice trailed off as she just looked at me while gulping down. "You changed."

"I became the itch." I confessed while flipping my hair out of my face.

"You're a monster." Brooke stated while huddling her knees to her chest.

I cleared my scratching throat, "Better than being a fake."

Brooke sat in the silence that was surrounding us.

She must have known what she was getting in to. I gave her a chance to leave. I would leave her alone but, I would check on her time to time to see if everything is alright. She's different. Like I stated before, I like different.

What seemed like hours upon hours we sat in the cast of light of the candle until it was nothing but, gooey wax and black flakes.

"I need to go home. I have to go home." Brooke let out.

It had startled me. "Don't tell them anything." I instructed while getting next to her. I could feel the coldness of the goose bumps on her arms.

She inched away from me, "What do I tell them. That some weird man took me and dropped me off and I found my way back."

"There you go, thats better then what I was thinking."

I gradually gained the space she had put between us.

"You will be fine. Just answer the police's questions. Try not to act nervous or suspicous cause they will know whats up." I reassured as I whipped our hands together and lead her to the front door.

Carefully Brooke clocked the knob and flung the door open, she turned around.

"Give me some space. I don't want to see you for at least three days." She spat out.

"I understand."

Then she leaned in and gave me a small kiss on my pearly color stained cheek and took off into the dusk without saying anything else.

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I apologize for this chapter being so short, so I tried to add something interesting in with it.

I am very sorry because I have been trying to get settled in with everything and blah.