Killer Love (Jeff x Reader)

Chapter Twenty Two:

Music: nomusic

April 27 2019

Y/N

I was awake, but surprisingly he wasn't. We both fell asleep and I had woken up first.

He now had a sleeping mask covering his eyes as he breathed softly

My fingers slowly touched his skin. So pale like snow. I cringed at the thought of being burnt alive.

I hugged him again. To my surprise, I felt his arms wrap around me too. "Morning to you too" he hummed

"It's literally like 7pm" I laughed as I embraced him tighter. "I don't want this side of you to go again" I mumbled

He lifted up his sleep mask, "Don't make this weird" he mumbled

"It's already too weird to go back" I smiled. His eyes seemed to brighten up when he saw my smile. My expression turned to surprise.

His eyes were so different than I've ever seen him. They were so kind, gentle....and full of love.

"What?" He said bewildered

"You're so cute" I said with a laugh

"Says you" he whispered back

Then there was a suddenly realization in him. His expression changed to shock. I arched a brow as he sat up

"Okay listen. After today. No more okay? You're going back home and I'm leaving you alone." He sighed

I sat up too, shaking my head in denial at what he just said. "No..." I mumbled

"Yes Y/N. Dont be stubborn." He ran his finger through his hair to make it less messier

"Nope. Fuck you Jeff. I'm not leaving you" I crossed my arms

"Holy shit man. Listen, what's a life with me gonna be like" he turned to face me and stared intensely into my soul

"Nice...? Puppies? Lots of love?" I gave a toothy smile

"No. Hiding, always running and fearing for your life. I want to protect you, but It's not possible to avoid all the shit that happens here. Everyone in this mansion are psychopaths who fucked up their life with some crap. We're all broken." He stood up

"That's not gonna happen. People here are still... People! Even if they've changed, they're still them. I don't need protecting! I can protect myself" I hissed

"Open your eyes. Shit man, look at me." He pointed at his face "Look what I did to myself. I'm not fit for this lovey dovey life style"

The back and forth arguing never ended. The mood dropped so quickly that my heart sank when he walked out of the room and slammed the door.

I lowered my head in shame and despair, there was no point in doing this anymore. I was tired. He didn't think we had any chance at all.

Maybe he's right.

No he's wrong.... I swear we can make through anything. What's wrong with being with him?