Jeff X psychologist! Reader

Jeff X pyschologist! Reader

Part 7

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You sat at your desk writing up paperwork, listening to the faint noises coming from the TV. Flexing your wrist you sighed, a cramp distracted you from your work but reminded you of how much paperwork you had actually filled out. You suddenly felt a presence behind you.

"Jeff, what are you doing?" You heard him shift behind you.

"I'm bored, nothin' good on TV." He leant over your shoulder and looked at the numerous papers that where in neat stacks on your desk. Clicking his tongue he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"What are you doing?" Not waiting for your answer Jeff began to read out loud what you where currently writing.

" Jeff's progress has improved since my last report. On Monday 7 July at approximately 2:40 pm Jeff-" you covered the paper with your hand.

"Hey! I was reading that." You sighed.

"And your not supposed to Jeff." Jeff frowned at you.

"It's about me so why can't I read it?!" He raised his voice, becoming infuriated but you kept your calm demeanour. Jeff grabbed your hand and pushed it off the paper but you countered by grabbing all the separate stacks, pushing them into one and placing both your hands on the stack.

"Jeff no. You are not allowed to read these papers. If you are bored I can find something to do." You tried to keep calm, Jeff however just became more angry. His breathing became shallow and his eyes flashed dangerously. He seized your hands with his and growled, digging his nails into your skin. You held in a pained cry and kept your face as neutral as possible, showing your pain would only show weakness- and showing weakness was something you didn't want to do around serial killers. He was digging his nails so hard into your sensitive skin that blood oozed out of your wounds and down onto the papers below, staining some of them with your blood.

You had no choice. Jeff showed no sign of easing up his vice like grip or any sign of calming down. You had no other option, if he continued the way he was he was going to break both of your hands and your attempt to calm him had failed.

"Security!" The minute it left your lips you knew you had shown weakness and you could see in Jeff's eyes he had picked it up. His hands flew up and grasped at your throat, tightening and tightening, choking you as a crazed grin spread upon his face. It seemed as if everything was happening in slow motion. Within seconds you where on the ground with Jeff straddling you whilst his grip continued to crush your trachea. A few seconds later four security guards where pulling Jeff off you and restraining him and another two where carrying you to the infirmary.

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You had spent three and a half hours in the infirmary with doctors fussing over you and other psychologists coming to see if you where ok. You where currently looking at Jeff through the slot in the steel door. The security had taken him and placed him in a secure room, not his room and refused to let him out until the asylum warden said so. The room was white and padded, a room that was most common in asylums. Jeff was sat cross legged in the middle of the room, wearing a straight jacket and a muzzle and had his feet and arms chained to the floor. His head was bowed down and his shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Your not feeling sorry for him are you?" You looked to your left and saw Cameron walking over to you down the dark hallway. His short blonde hair bounced slightly with every step he took and his emerald eyes bore into your soul as he stared intensely at you through his black rectangular glasses. Stopping just beside you he glanced at Jeff then back at you.

"He attacked you, FN."

"It's not his fault if he has a short temper." Cameron snickered and shot a disgusted glare at Jeff.

"You shouldn't defend that scum! They should've killed him, given him the death penalty but that bastards lawyer some how managed to play the insanity card for him." Cameron licked his lips, snickered and shuck his head.

" I really don't get you FN. Hell, I don't think the world gets you." Holding your wrists he brought your hands up to his face. Placing a light kiss on the back of each hand he released your wrists and turned on his heel. Stopping just at the door he looked back at you.

"Stay safe FN. Don't let him get another chance to hurt you," reaching up you ran your bandaged fingers along your bruised neck. Cameron left the hall but just as the door closed behind him he whispered. " or he'll wish he had never touched you."