Mistakes (Jeff the Killer X OC)

Misunderstandings

~~~Astrid's POV~~~

After I explained my bizarre dream to Skylar, he promptly led me inside his house, and told me to go shower.  He then provided an oversized shirt and some sweatpants that he claimed didn't fit him anymore.  Then, he offered me food, and then he told me to go to sleep.  Which I found very ironic.

We then spent the next few days trying to make sense of everything that was happening.  Skylar suggested that my mother perhaps was just a spy, and she didn't care about the Creepypastas, but I found that absurd.  Why would she have saved them if that was the case?  Why would she have left me with them?

Then, we tried to find out where Jeff was being held.  Skylar and I checked out the place where I had been held first, but no luck.  So we spent the rest of the time trying to find any clues whatsoever. 

I also tried to get in touch with my mother, to no avail.  So I was unable to tell her what was going on, and I was unable to discuss the weird dream. 

Hell, I even entertained the idea of trying to get in touch with BEN via Cleverbot, but I had no such luck.  I was stuck.  I didn't know what to do, where to go. 

Skylar and I had gone back to my house to see if the men were still watching it.  But they weren't.  It was almost as if they had known Jeff and I would be there.  We also went back to the library to check out their car, but it wasn't there anymore.  They must have found it, or maybe the police had it.  We also scouted the forest where the mansion was supposed to be.  Nothing.

On day six, something changed.

I was sitting in the living room with my laptop on my lap.  I was reading the Creepypasta database, which mostly consisted of fanmade stories, but Skylar assured me that some of that stuff was real, from real victims.

He was in the kitchen, cooking something that smelled good, but I didn't know what it was. 

Then, as I was reading something on BEN Drowned, the TV on front of me turned on, displaying nothing but static.  I glanced at the TV, then the remote, and then Skylar, who was busy in the kitchen.

"BEN?"  I asked quietly, shutting my computer and putting it on the couch beside me.  Then, as if on cue, two figures stepped out of the TV.

One of them was undeniably BEN.  He no longer had the glamour over his eyes.  And now I realized that they weren't black, they were literally darkness.  Two red orbs seemed to float in the darkness.  He seemed disgruntled.

The other one was Jeff.  To say that I was happy to see him would have been an understatement.  I immediately lit up and began to approach.

"Jeff!  I-"  But then he levelled his knife at me, which caused me to stop.

"Astrid!  Who are you talking to?"  Skylar asked, appearing at the kitchen doorway.  He then saw Jeff and BEN and nodded.  "Oh.  I'll just go back into the kitchen then."  He said, turning around.

BEN stalked towards me, which caused me to take another step back.

"Guys?  What's going on?"  I asked nervously.  BEN grabbed both of my hands and tied them behind my back.  I struggled minorly, much too surprised to fight back.  "BEN?"

Jeff looked away from me and disappeared into the kitchen. 

"Jeff!  Wait, Jeff no!"  I yelled, immediately realising what was about to happen.  BEN held me back.

"Don't fight it, Astrid.  You'll just make it worse."  He said, but I wasn't listening.  I yanked my shoulder away from him and ran into the kitchen.

"Hey!  What the-"  Skylar yelled as Jeff slammed him against the fridge.  Jeff raised his knife, and I ran towards him.

"Jeff!  Stop it!"  I yelled, not even bothering to hide the desperation on my tone.  Before Jeff could bring the knife down, I jumped between him and Skylar.  "Hey!  Listen to me, you fucking asshole!  What the fuck is going on!?  Leave him alone!"

There was a moment of silence as Jeff looked down at me with a scowl.  Even through the permanent smile I could see his anger.  He lowered the knife and grabbed my arm, dragging me back to the TV. 

"Take care of lover boy over there."  Jeff told BEN, and then jumped into the TV, dragging me in with him. 

We appeared at an abandoned house.  I turned to Jeff angrily. 

"What was that all about!?"  I asked.  Had my hands not been bound, I would have probably slapped him, or pushed him, or something.  "Why the fuck-"

And before I could finish my sentence, he stabbed me.  In the leg.  And it hurt.

"FUCK!"  I yelled, attempting to take a step back, but I just feel back on my ass.  He crouched on front of me and pointed the bloodied knife at my face. 

"That, was for lying."  He said, gripping the knife and sending it straight into my other leg.  I screamed in pain, but he quickly covered my mouth with his hand.  "And that, was for betraying me- us.  Betraying us."

I moved my face away from his hand, mostly because I couldn't breathe.  I looked down at my legs, there was so much blood, so much pain.  I closed my eyes, but that didn't really change anything.  I mustered all my energy and glared at Jeff.

"I never once lied-"  I began unsteadily, which earned me a nasty gash on my left arm.  "You sick fuck!  I was trying to find you!  I'm not the villain here!"  I yelled, trying to get away from him.  "I didn't betray-"

And a particularly nasty cut on my forehead. 

"Jeff!"  I complained, exhausted.  I didn't know what to do, what to say, it was all so hopeless.  He wouldn't let me speak.  "Please..."

"No.  It was a mistake trusting you."  And with that, he gagged me, dressed my wounds sloppily and tossed me over his shoulder.  I tried to fight, to say something, to do anything, but I couldn't. 

I was helpless. 

And I hated it.