Living With Jeff The Killer

Living With Jeff The Killer - The one that dies

It's been at least one week since Jeff gave the command. I just can't do it. Killing someone is not human, I can't just go and kill Mary or Ron. I looked at my digital clock on the left side bed dresser. The bed dresser was small, really the thing can hold a lamp and has two drawers. Inside the drowse was my journal that filled my doodles when I get bored and some of my foot band ads. Lucky when Mary came home from shopping at Good Will,she saw my foot was still bleeding. It was food dye not blood. I was bored and wanted to mess with her. Before she come home I put food dye on a clean foot band ad. She would see I am still bleeding and buy more pads. She didn't have too but she wanted to show Max that they are made for foot injures. Meanwhile my foot was better after the nurse gave me a few more stitches. The glass was in deep in my skin then when she first looked at it. Max has new bed sheets (also from Good Will). Thanks to Jeff made Max pee every night for about well a week. His favorite hero, Spongebob printed on the bed sheet now. Mary has been shopping for other things round the house. Ron went back to work but now doing the late night shifts (because Mary can't stop spending money). Mary bought four clocks for six dollars and some side table for $23. Not a bad deal for a spender but still needs to cut back a bit. The clock in my room read 12:00 pm, I sighed and rolled over. I had a deep felling that Jeff will come and see if I took someone's life. If Jeff does manage to try to take someone's life, I hope it's Ron. Ron was rude, mean and Mary can totally get other man in a snap. Ron got lucky on getting Mary. Sure Mary is girly, weird, dumb, and clueless but she means well. She's the only female that I can call mom. I'm not going to call her that but she fells like a good mother. I turned over again facing the clock again. I don't know what's gotten into me. One minute I can't stand this place, now I want to stay. Mary has touch my dark heart and filled it with something else. I don't know what but it feels nice. Nothing has ever made me this way. I'm all about Max. Now it's about family. I guess it's because I know someone is about to die. Just imagine the world if everyone knew when someone in their life is about to die. Will there still be conflicts? I never really thought about my plans but now I get it. My plans were too:

1. Make Ron's and Mary's life missable.

2. Make sure Max is okay.

3. After a month get a job.

4. Buy an apartment and get Max and I out of here.

5. Make sure Max is okay.

Easily as pie. But now I don't know. Jeff told me to trust him and I don't. If I get caught then my mother wins and she will be right about me being the devil child. I can't let that happen. I began to go into deep thought. I thought every possible outcome and solutions. I smiled finally understanding. I knew exactly who I'm going to kill. The person who made me an orphan in the first place, the person who started the abuse. The only person that I can never forgive. Arthur. The man my mom brought home because his house was getting infected with bugs. I smiled and let out a small chuckle. Oh yes. My sweet dear step. I can't wait to get revenge.

-flash back- (Violet is now 6, one or two years after her father's death)

"I kissed a wall and had a ball!" Arthur yelled as he drinks other beer. It's Sunday night and mom is at work doing a night shift at Hoovers. Arthur bought a few beers for his friends so they can hang out but no one showed up. "I can't let good beer go to waste." He said before he got drunk. He took other drink and then other. He was drunk before he knew it. "Her boyfriend got mad and hit me with a..," he thought," a dragon!" That doesn't make sense you unemployed bum. I thought but just kept my distance. He began to laugh until his face got red and took other drink. I looked at the clock. 11:30 pm. Mom should be home in three hours or less from her shift. Arthur began to look at me and frowned. "Your so ugly. You got a size of an alligator." I rolled my eyes and kept glaring at him. Just choke on your beer.