My Life with Jeff the Killer

Chapter 28 - Going for the kill

So Jeff knew about my whole situation. All I cared about, if I would get to cut open Rodney's throat. Jeff placed his hand on my shoulder. "You know that there will be more then one's blood that will be shedding?" I said. I could hear him chuckle to the sound of it.

That morning, I opened my locker and found a note in there. I smiled and picked it up.

"Remember about last night?" It wrote. I crumbled the note, and put it into my pocket. When I got into the classroom, I tossed it in the trash. I sat next to Billy. We talked as I acted as if nothing ever happened.

"So, who are these guys?" asked Jeff. I shrugged. "Retards from our school" I replied. "I'd rather kill them tonight. What you think?" he asked. I nodded. Besides, tomorrow was Saturday. You might want to keep you voice low. High chance of him probably stalking us" I said. He nodded. Then disappeared into the woods.

I looked at my clock. It was 10 now. I heard footsteps outside. I recognize them. It was dad's. His legs were finally cured. But he seemed to wobble a lot. I shut off the lights in my room and got into bed. I was quiet, making sure they all knew that I was asleep.

Jeff had knocked on my window. It was 2 o clock night. I opened the window and let him in. He sat down on my bed. Jeff handed me an energy drink. After drinking it, we planned on what to do.

We walked out into the night. Soon enough, I saw him disappear once I was near the alleyway. I kept on walking. The plan in my head. I sighed and entered the alleyway. Inside was wet and damp. I began to wonder from where I would enter. Soon enough I began to yell.

"Rodney!" I yelled. "Rodney, lets just get this over with!" I said. Soon enough, I heard footsteps.

"Wow, just the perfect time" I heard a voice. I realized that there were all the boys around me. "Why bring everyone?" I asked. He shrugged. "So you don't murder me" he replied. I rolled my eyes, hoping for him not to know about the plan. "Yea. Perhaps bring the ropes so I don't escape" I said. He ignored me and took my inside.

I was leaded into a small bedroom. Inside was a queen sized bed. The walls had tan wallpaper all over it. If you looked closer you could see some stripes. Next to the bed was a small bureau. Rodney closed the door. This was my perfect chance. I reached into my pocket to make sure my knife was there. I sighed in relief.

He smiled at me as I gave him an angry look. A smile began to form in my face. "Do you mind telling me where the pictures are?" I asked. He shook his head. "Right after I shove my dick in you" he said. Rodney pulled me over to the bed.

I suudenly pulled him to me and pushed him to the wall feircly. I took out my knife and held it against his neck. "AMY!" he yelled. He tried to push me off, but I was stronger then him. "Come on you pussy!" I yelled. He stopped struggling and looked into my eyes. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to! please let me explain" he began to beg.

I drew the kinfe closer to his neck. Rodney's heart pumped hardly against my arms. His sweat dripped off from his head. "Now, where are the photos?" I asked. I threw him to the ground. He fell back and quickly got up. Rodney reached into the bureau, and pulled out the envelope. He handed it to me. "Is every photo in there?" I asked. He nodded. I put the envelop into my sweater pockets, and pushed him to the wall. I checked every single pocket, then found another photo, of us.

"What are you doing?" he asked me, as I pulled him out of the room. "Oh, by the way, I brought my little friend Jeff here. I think he killed some of your friends" I said. I could see the surprised look on hs face. He looked terrified. "Don't worry you will join them too" I said.

Before he could say a word, I jabbed the knife into his neck and began to cut open it. Guts ripped as he yelled in the burning pain. I laughed as I cut deeper into him. He yelled and yelled, until his voice seemed to fade away. Soon enough, he begame all silent. I stood up and wiped the blood off my sweater. "Goodnight" I whispered, and walked out the room.

Jeff turned on the gas stove. I threw the envelope of pictures in the stove. It sat there as the fire under it rose. We watched it burn. After it became ashes, I shut off the stove. We both left the house.