creepy pasta love story {Jeff the Killer fanfict}

the beging

Hey guys it me I tried to fix the name of this and stuff but its a Jeff the killer fanfict and shit so ya

"You're fucking retard why would you be that way to her?" Yelled my mother trying to protect me from abuse.

"She shouldn't have lived!" Yelled my father.

I was about four. I was different from most kids my age. I had rare fighting skills at my young age. I remembered when I was in day care one of the kids took my doll and so I threw a sharp pencil at him. Then I jumped up on his shoulders and stabbed him with a broken crayon.

After that I was beaten from my father for about an hour or two.

Through out the years I had been hiding my skills of fighting with anything I find.

When I was about nine I was getting beaten from day to day.

~time skip brought to you by Jeff stabbing your dead beat father ~

Im now fifteen. It is about nine at night and I hear my father stumbling up the stairs. I can tell he's drinker then fuck. He slammed the door open then grabbed me by my collar of my shirt. He swing his fist at my face and punched me in the face then kicked my ribs until he was satisfied.

I ran to my bed and hide for about an hour. Then when I was done with my moment I grabbed my black and red backpack and stuffed clothes in it. Then I quietly ran down stairs and grabbed some food. Then I grabbed my flashlight and my favorite knives that my friend Toby made me when we were little. I toke one last look at my home and started heading to the woods.

I stopped to eat something when I heard someone coming towards me so I grabbed my knives and started to get in a fighting potion.

"Who's there I'm armed!" I yelled at what ever it was. Then a boy came out of the bushes.

I looked at him he looked different then most guys.

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"Im Jeff the killer" he said

I looked closer he has no eyelids. It looked like he burnt them off. His mouth was normal but his cheeks were cut to a smile that I was a little bit scared of. His hair was long and black, but really messy. His hoodie was white with a bit of red dots on all over. He wore black pants with black shoes. He had a knife in his hand.

He started at me really confused.

Jeff's POV

I looked at this girl that had about five knives in each hand. Her hair was black, but with white steaks in it. Her hoodie was black with red skinny jeans. Her shoes were black and white adidas. She was wearing the hood up. She looked really pretty at first. But at the same time she looked bad ass.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"My name? Oh my name is Angel." She said.

When I heard her say her name I smiled and she stared at my smile.

"What's wrong with your cheeks?" She asked me.

"Oh I cut a permit smile." I told her.

Angels POV

When I asked him that I felt stupid for asking. I looked down at the ground in shame, but he came over and gave me a hug. I hugged him back. Then he whispered something in my eat, but it was my bad ear so all I got out was "you're bad ass"