Living With Jeff The Killer

Living With Jeff The Killer - Fear and Love

I checked in Ron's and Mary's room for money. Mary's jewelry box sat motionless on her night stand. Opening the box, was filled with priceless diamond neckless and earrings. I could tell from the scratches on the mirror. The diamonds shined, given little sunlight from the covered windows that sneaked into the dark room. I whistled. I don't think I should take this... But I don't have money and I'm sure Jeff doesn't either. I sighed and grabbed a hand full of neckless. Well she doesn't need them anymore right? But the earrings I left on the hooks showing the priceless earrings in pairs. Mary loved her earrings more than her neckless. Almost every day she will have earrings on. She had red diamond earrings on Monday then pink earrings on Tuesday. Ron spoiled Mary rotten. I didn't want to kill her and steal her favorite things on the same day. If there is a pawn shop, to where ever Max and I are going, the neckless will give me about 2,000 or 3,000 dollars. Enough for the car trip such as food, gas, and drinks. I put the neckless in Max's bag when I ran down stairs. I sat next to Max's head and waited for Jeff to get back. That empty felling come to me like I forgot something upstairs. I guess I should check it out. I ran upstairs to check if I got everything. My blater was full went I walked passed the bathroom. Jeff said the trip is long. I should go now than regret not going later. I was about to finish as the front door opened and closed that caused the pictures on the Waller near the stairs to shake. Jeff must be back and by the sound of the door he was mad. Probably his victim got away or something. I heard his footsteps come closer to the stairwell with heavy steps, shaking the house. Oh how I'm going to mess with him until death takes my soul.

"MARY?!" An older man yelled. I heard a bang on the floor, making the toilet vibrate. My heart stopped as I looked at the closed bathroom door. That wasn't Mary. I heard Ron cry hard on the bloody floor that lays with Mary's dead body. Why was Ron back home so early?! I finished my business, not caring if I flushed the toilet.(yes. she wipe.Chill.) I looked around for a weapon by opening the drawers frantically trying to find anything to defend myself. My razors was already packed and everything dangerous Mary baby proofed for Max. Thanks to Jeff's look-at-this-band-aid -full-of-stuffing incident. I opened the door and saw Mary's dead body, not a soul to be seen. I walked over to her body. Did I just imagine that whole thing?

"M-Mary?" I questioned. Could Ron be home? No. He can't. He has to support the family. He still has to pay the adoption fee. I took a deep breath... 4 heart beats.... One male down stairs....two girls up stairs... One male next to you. I tried my head and saw no one. "R-Ron?" My heart began to beat faster. Ron was a strong male for is age. He can hit pretty hard, just like Arthur when Arthur was in Ron's age. I couldn't take him down if he attacks me. I would fail so badly if I do. I walked down stairs to grab Max and run outside. Just was my hand touched the railing, Ron spoke from my room. He just appeared like a shadow.

"Why? She...she... L-loved y-you.... S-s-she l-loved m-m-me," He choked on his words, still crying for Mary. My heart began to ache with regret. "Look at me," I turned to face him. His face was red with anger as the lights shined, from my room, that added a little brightness to the lines of tears he cried. "Why did you do it." He walked closer to me as I walked backwards down the stairs.

"I-I h-had no ch-chose." Ron clinched his fit tightly,his nails digging into his skin, making his fits red.

"No chose?" I nodded as Ron glared at me. "What do you mean no chose?" I shrugged. I couldn't tell him. He wouldn't believe me. "I knew you was trouble. I TOLD HER! THAT YOU WILL DO SOMETHING TO THIS FAMILY! YOU KILLED MY WIFE! " Ron yelled at me and ran towards me with full speed. I let out a scream with instinct (for living with Arthur), my feet raced down the stairs. Max was looking up at me with sleepy eyes.

"Sissy?" He questioned as his hearing slowly loads to Ron's hard footsteps down the stairs. I grabbed Max's and I's bags.

"RUN!" I yelled. Ron jumps, skipping three stairs, and slammed on the floor. Max ran to me his arms out wide trying to get a hug. He was confused at what's going on. He doesn't know about Mary's dead body.