Killers Are Such Turn Off's (A Jeff the Killer Romance/BWWM)

Chapter 3 [REVISED]

Chapter 3

Jazmin woke up feeling like complete shit.

Her head was pounding, and her  stomach felt like it was in her throat.
Sitting up, she tried to ease the pain and her chest constricted, the familiar pain making her feel like she had just sparred the biggest girl at her gym.

She did remember one time, when this girl, Caitlin,  had punched her in her stomach and she broke a rib, this felt like she had broken another one.

Still on her side, she felt the nausea come up her throat and she doubled over, letting whatever that was in her stomach out. The iridescent light from the moon shined down on her through the heavy blinds as she finished, covering her eyes with her arm she flipped over with a groan.

She looked around the room, seeing primarily white and already knowing where she was, grunting she clutched her stomach then sat back.

The door to the hospital room opened, and Brandon, her boxing partner and physical trainer walked in. It was until she noticed what he was carrying that the grumbling in her stomach began, Nutella. 

She immediately sat up, ignoring the pain as he smiled and brought the jar over then handed her a spoon, she sent him a grateful smile then dug in.

"I figured you wouldn't want to eat hospital food...  so are you gonna tell me what happened?" he asked looking at her, as he reached and twirled one of her curls around his thick finger.

"You already know, " she said, a mouth full of the gooey, chocolatey goodness.

"I wanna hear your version," he said letting go of her hair, as he grabbed her hand with his big scarred one.

"Well...  I woke up and this physco was on top of me, so of course I kicked his ass, but then the bastard gets up and takes off towards the window and jumps out then sprints down the street, " she said,  shoveling the chocolate cream in her mouth.

At that exact moment two men in suits walked in.

"We heard everything from outside, " said the tall one, gruffly as he flipped out his I.D. then quickly tucked it back in his pocket.

"You're from the FBI?" she asked, surprised to see them instead of the regular officers that  usually respond to these sorts of situations.

"Yes, hello Ms. Taylor. I'm Agent Reynolds and I need to know what the assailant looked like," the guy said, as he and the other agent got closer to the bed.

The dark-skinned one nodded then pulled out a notepad and pen, ready to draw.

"Okay... he was tall probably around 6' and he had a very disturbing appearance. He had white leather like skin, and balck hair passed his shoulders, he also had big dark circles around his eyes, and a smile that almost l-looked carved," she explained, her stomach getting queasy by remembering his face.

The dark-skinned agent, turned the notepad towards her, "Is this him?"

"Yeah, that's him," she said looking at the horrifying drawing, though she didn't even remember him moving his hand.

"Okay then that's all we need, " Agent Reynolds said as they walked out with a simple, "Have a goodnight."

The doctor walked in right after, a clipboard and pen in hand.

"Hello Ms. Taylor I am your doctor, Dr. Bernelli" he said reaching forward to shake her hand, and she weakly shook his.

"Okay so, do you want the bad news or the good news first?" he asked adjusting his glasses, the blinding hospital lights reflecting off the thick frames.

"The bad news?" she asked hesitantly as Brandon squeezed her hand.

"Well turns out you have a broken rib on your right side, your left wrist is sprained, and also a concussion towards the front part of your skull," he said pointing at the corresponding spot.

"If you have a headache it's probably because of that, it would be worse... but we've given you morphine to numb it," he said, pointing to the needle in her arm.

"The good news is that you will live and all your injuries are all easily healed, but you'll have to stay here for another two weeks to make sure you've healed right," she groaned at that part, she was gonna miss training.

She nodded and looked down to see Brandon's hand intertwined with hers.

The doctor quickly looked down at the clipboard, wrote something, then bid a farewell and walked out.

"What an emotional doctor, " Jazmin said in a sarcastic tone to really no one in particular.

Brandon laughed, then his expression turned serious.

"I just wish I was there I could've saved you and kicked his ass," he chuckled as he looked down at their hands.

"Its okay, really how were you supposed to know some physco was gonna try to kill me, " she said, smiling softly.

"Actually I had planned to come over and spend the night but I knew you were going to be tired so I didn't, and now I wish I had" he said, as he looked down with a frown.

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An hour later, Brandon had left her to rest and Jazmin finished off the jar before doing just that.

She was in a deep sleep when she suddenly felt a presence next to her. Slowly opening her eyes saw , she saw a figure sitting in the chair next to the hospital bed, just staring at her.

She stayed still, so that whoever it was thought she was still asleep. Her eyes finally clearing, she realized exactly who it was.

Jeff the Killer.