Jeff The Killer... Is My Best Friend..?

Chapter 10

The next few days were hard for me. I was still in pain every time I moved so going to the bathroom was a real challenge for me but luckily Jeff was there helping me the whole time. It was a bit strange to have him help me sit on the toilet, wipe me and help me back up but it wasn't embarrassing. I was still too traumatized to feel embarrassed. I no longer cared who saw me naked.

Jeff helped me back in bed and when I was comfortable he checked on my injuries. I looked away when he checked in between my legs. It was so weird for him to look down there but according to him, the injury looked bad enough that it had to be observed to make sure it healed properly.

"It looks like its healing properly." He said as he covered me up. "I don't think I really need to check it anymore. Right now I'm more concerned with your scratches. You really did a number on yourself..." He sounded sad when he said those words. I wondered if he blamed himself, at least just a little bit. Had he arrived sooner then maybe he could have prevented any of this but he didn't. He must have been on a mission or ran a small errand for Slendy if he didn't see the texts. Those were the only things I could think of as he was very good at responding right away. It didn't matter now. All of this was in the past. Now I just needed to focus on moving past this...

I lay back on the bed and lifted my shirt so Jeff could check the wounds. He carefully removed the old gauze and cleaned me. I tensed a bit when the wet cloth touched my skin. Jeff asked if it was too hot but it wasn't so I shook my head. It wasn't too hot or cold, it just stung. Some scabs had formed on the ends where the cuts weren't as deep but rest still leaked blood. Open wounds and water didn't mix. It stung like hell but I didn't say anything or resisted. This had to be done. They had to be cleaned or else I risked infection.

When he was done, he put fresh gauze on my torso and tucked me in. "Thanks..." My throat hurt so much when I spoke. I barely managed to form the word. My throat felt tight, so tight it was like I was being strangled by a big hand but I could still breathe. It was such a strange feeling.

"Don't talk. Give your voice some more time to heal." I nodded and he left for a bit to throw away the old gauze. When he came back I handed him a note I wrote, asking him what I was going to do about school. It was Tuesday so I had already missed two days without notice. Now that I had some time to come to terms with what happened I thought about school and what I missed the past few days. "Don't worry about that. I called your school and explained that you had been attacked and are recovering from your injuries. They said they will do what they can to help you catch up when you return." That certainly was a surprise to me. I never expected Jeff to call my school but someone had to do it.

With that taken care of, I was able to relax a bit. I didn't have to worry about school for now. I hoped that by the time my parents got back I would have recovered enough to not rely on Jeff. I didn't want them to know what had happened. They were not the type of people to say that it was my fault or shame me. They would be super concerned about me and fuss over me to make sure I was taken care of but I didn't want them to do that.

I had always been independent and wanted to take care of things on my own but they hovered a lot which made being independent almost impossible. They still wanted to pay for my food if we ate out together or movie tickets or whatever. I had my own money. I worked small jobs around town and when I went to college I planned to find a job. For working small jobs, I had a decent amount of funds in my bank account so I could buy my own things but no, they didn't let me. It was so annoying... The only one who made me feel like an adult was Jeff...

I looked over at him. He was sitting at my desk cleaning his knife. He looked up at me when he felt my eyes on him. I grabbed my notepad and wrote something down as he walked over. 'I want to go watch TV'.