Killer Love (Jeff x Reader)

Chapter Thirty four:

Music: I feel it coming - The Weeknd ft. Daft punk

June 25th 2019

INCOMING SINS!!!! EVERYONE GET UR DROP OF HOLY WATER

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We were having dinner. Night fell upon the forest, the moon tonight glowed beautifully. Jeff didn't show up to eat.

I tapped my fingers against the table. Once again, asmr popped up into my head. The table was silent.

Nobody spoke, EJ had came home all panicked about not finding Jeff, when he saw Jeff his emotions literally shut off.

Ben even looked bothered as he played with his food. Occasionally, I'd see him holding back pained noises from just moving. I felt bad for him.

We didn't know who did it and why they did it. Where are the others?..

EJ excused himself from the table, bringing the plates and utensils with him to the sink before leaving the room.

Now it was just Ben and I.

"What's up my dude?..." Ben asked tiredly as he smiled at me.

"Nothing much. How about you dude?" I was surprised to hear how my tone of voice mirrored Bens. It was also drained of energy.

"Me too dude. I'm gonna go play some roblox now. If you want to join me just come" he stood up and unlike EJ, he didn't get his plates.

I sighed. I ate the rest of my food on the plate before putting everything away. I was about to head upstairs, but I worried about Jeff again.

It was still awkward though... my heart beat quickened at the thought of Jeff saying those words to me again.

wait- I actually turned on someone. AHAHHAHAHAHHA. I always knew someone would fall into the trap. SUCKS FOR THEM.

I looked around the house in search of him, I even had a plate of food for him, but he was nowhere to be found.

Then my instincts told me that I knew where he was. My body was drawn outside as I opened the front door.

Of course.

Jeff was throwing knifes at the same tree that he had always used. My eyes glanced to a dog that was also sleeping like a baby near Jeff.

He seemed bothered still. Why wouldn't he open up to me?

I huffed, determined, I walked towards him, but my confidence deteriorated immediately when he turned to face me.

He paused, a throwing knife still in his hands as he examined me. He seemed confused to why I was here.

His stare made me feel awkward. My mind wouldn't stop thinking about what he had said.

He looked down at what I was holding in my hands. "You didn't come to dinner..so.." I held up the still warm plate of food to him.

There was a spoon already placed on the plate.

Hesitantly, he took my plate. His eyes still studied my facial expression. "Thank you.." he gave me a pleased look before throwing the knife that he held in his hands hard.