Jeff The Killer: An Unreal Romance

I'll Be Seeing You

*Hey beauties back again with this new chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it! Remember to keep reading, voting, and commenting about it if you like it :)

PS- While writing this I listened to Howie Day- Collide, which made it kind of sad. Kk byes<3*

3 weeks later…

Nevada’s P.O.V

            “I know he’ll be here, just trust me…” I briskly motioned through the gates of Blackwood. Greyson got a bit annoyed with me since for the past couple of weeks we’ve been on the lookout for Jeff.

           

            “But we just came here on Thursday Nevada! Do really believe he would just have magically reappeared? Maybe we should go to Acrasia and ask for help…” Greyson tugged on my sleeve as he spoke but I couldn’t have been surer.

            “Jeff’s here…its late right? Meaning he would probably be feeding…”

            “Okay whatever…well since we are in town talking about food. I’m going to get some burgers. I’ll meet you back at the park in an hour k?” Grey didn’t even wait for a response as he jotted towards the only fast food joint in sight…Burger King.

            I don’t really know why, but I wandered into the park aimlessly. Memories of lengthy strolls alone came fluttering in my mind. All the times Mark would do so much physical damage to my body, that this was the only place I could find that helped me remain sane. Come to think of it, this is where I first met Jeff…leaning on that now wounded willow tree. A smile crept upon my face. That day had alternated my life forever. I sat in front of the murky lake crossing my legs beneath me.

            “… I should kill you too, just for the fun of it…” I repeated the words Jeff spat at me that evening... It’s funny how he changed to become so fond of me. Why me?

            “..I would kill me too Jeff.” I glared into the water streaming along.

Jeff’s P.O.V

           

I don’t care.

            I don’t care if she thinks I let Elijah die. I don’t care if she doesn’t love me anymore.

I don’t fucking care.

            I followed a man by the name of Andy Matthews near a bus stop. He was next on my list…he was supposed to thrown in jail for the molestation of his 5 year old daughter Annabel in 2010. He also murdered his parents back in 1997, but was declared mentally unstable and was put in Emerson Mental Clinic until his release in 2004. Good behavior my ass.

            I reached for my knife in my back pocket…

Shit, I left it at the funeral…

I hope Nevada found it…

Wait No I don’t. I don’t care if she did or not. Fuck.

            “Well tell that shit that I am going to be little late to the meeting alright?” I listened as he yelled at someone from his Smartphone then hung up. Guess I’m just going to have to be creative.

            “Hello sir, do you have any spare change? I need to get on the next bus to pick up my daughter…” I trudged closer to the guy, letting my hair fall over my face.