Who do I Really Love? -Jeffrey Eli Miller FanFic

Are you drunk?

~Britney's P.O.V~

"What no? It's nothing like that. I just met him, and he's really nice. That's all."

"Are you sure? He could've passed as your boyfriend over there."

"Wow Jeffrey I'm so sorry. I didn't know that's what it looked like."

I see is face change from anger, to frustration, to exhaustion.

~Jeffrey's P.O.V~

I'm furious, but after everything that happened today I decided to let it go.

I asked for a plain Big Mac, but there's still ketchup just like usual.

Why do I even keep coming here?

"It's almost 7:00. We should head home."

On our walk back, Britney's texts a lot of the time but I dismiss it as nothing unusual since she's normally texting friends.

We reach the house and I go straight upstairs while Britney and Clara hang out in the living room.

As soon as I walk into the too flop my body onto the bed. "hi."

WTF WAS THAT

I spring up to find Charlie standing in the closet.

How. Did. He. Get. In. Here.

"I missed your silky smooth lips Jeff."

"Get away from me."

"Your crisp minty breath was amazeballsss."

Charlie's slurring his words and I know exactly what's up.

"Are you drunk?!"

"Maybs a smallsie little bitt"

I need to get him out of the house before he hurts someone.

"Yeah well you need to get out.

"Kiss me. Just once moree."

"No way."

Charlie stands up and stumbles over to me. I push him in the other direction and he promptly falls on his face.

Charlie quickly rises and grabs my shirt collar. Slowly pulling me closer to him.

I struggle to break free but it's no use. He's much stronger than I am.

His face is only inches from mine before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife, holding next to my face and stroking my cheek with the sharp blade.

"Don't struggle. If you do, who knows what's waiting for your precious Britney?"

I gulp but stop squirming.

Even with just the light strokes that Charlie performed on my face with his knife, there's blood slowly trickling down my face.

Charlie starts to kiss me and takes all I have not to cry out for help.

It's been about 45 seconds and I'm done.

I "accidentally" bite Charlie's lip and he pulls away in pain.

"Ouch! What was that for?!"

"Sorry I didn't mean to."

"Well now that you've killed the mood I'm going to goes on home. But i wills be back."

It's obvious that he's still highly intoxicated.

Charlie opens a window and hops out. Just in time too.

Britney walks into the room.

"Hey babe. Are you ok? You look frazzled. And why are your lips so puffy? AND YOUR FACE??"

"Oh it's nothing. I'm fine."

A/N idk short chapter because I'm trying to figure out where I want this story to go