Killer Love//Under Editing

Chapter 4

The next day I finally got to sleep in. The sunlight was trying to peek from my curtains but I had closed it shut before I had fallen asleep the night before. Sitting up in bed, I let out a big yawn and stretched my arms out. I felt somewhat refreshed.

I took a deep breath, soaking in the nice cool air. It was cooler than usual and I was okay with that. I like the cool air. When I jumped out of bed the floor was cold enpugh that I had to tip-toe across the hardwood floor. I slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks and slowly opened the door, looking down the hall in search of a certain killer being around. No sign of him. After making my way to the kitchen, I poured some cereal and milk into a bowl and enjoyed every bite. Then I heard someone clear their throat.

Jeff.

"Do you always have to come when I wake up?" I didn't feel like having to deal with him every morning.

"No. But I know it aggravates you so I do." Even thought his attitude was normal his body language and voice wasn't.

"You alright? You don't sound right." He looked me in the eyes and his eyes were red and puffy. It looked like they were irritated or something.

"I'm fine." He lowered his head and began walking up the stairs. Then he just collapsed out of nowhere. I dropped my spoon on to the kitchen counter and ran up to him panicing.

"Jeff? Jeff! Are you alright?!" I shook him; he gave no response. I laid my head against his chest to hear his heart beat. But there was none. He moaned and tried to get up.

"I'm fine. Just leave me alone." Jeff pushed himself up only to fall again.

"Will you just let me help you, dumbass?" He rejected my offer by pushing me away from him. "Let me just help you!" He kept trying to push me away but I eventually got a grasp on his arm. I felt his muscles tense up under my touch. But I could care less if it made him uncomfortable. He needed help and quick. After helping him walk to my room and putting him in my bed, I checked again to see if his heart was beating. His chest was rough and I still heard nothing.

"Do you not have a heart beat?" He faced me with a tired and angered expression.

"What do think? You've already checked the damn thing twice."

"What happened to you anyway? Got jump by some drunkies?" I asked brushing off his obvious attitude.

"No. I'm tougher than drunkies. I just haven't been feeling okay lately. That's all." he turned over to his side and before I could ask him another question he was out like a light. I gave out a small sigh while placing a blanket over him and closing the curtains to keep unwanted sunlight out.

Instead of cleaning the house like I intended to do, I sat at Jeff's bed side all day checking on him and waiting for him to wake up again. I began to curse my bad habit of worrying for people who didn't deserve it. But even so I would rest a cold towel over his face every two hours or so and shake him a little to see if he'd wake but he didn't.

Hours kept passing and my worry grew even more. Maybe this was God's way of punishing Jeff for his wrong doings. Karma really did come back to bite him in the ass.

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I don't know when I did it but I fell asleep while waiting for Jeff to wake up. I woke up to the sound of a loud thud followed by a long line of curse words.

"What? What's going on?" I asked, looking around the room.

"Just me idiot," Jeff hissed.

"Grouchy much," I mumbled while rubbing my eyes. "How you feeling?" I continued, scratching the back of my head awkwardly.

"Besides the headache you gave me from yelling, I'm okay."

"Good," I replied while walking out. When I came back, I had a large t-shirt with me.

"What's this for?" He asked confused.

"I need to wash you hoodie and shirt. It probably smells so you have to wear this for now." Jeff sighed and took of his hoodie, handing it to me. He then did the same with his black shirt. I couldn't help but stared at his chest. There were many scars; some that even wrapped around to his back.

"Here," He said as he threw the black shirt in my face. When I pulled the disgusting shirt away from my face, he already had the shirt I had given him on.

"I-I'm just gonna go wash this," I said running to the laundry room. I put his hoodie in the washer with some bleach to get rid of the crimson stains and ran back upstairs. When I reached my room I poked me head in to see Jeff laying on my bed, looking at the ceiling. Seeing as nothing was wrong I continued to walk in.

"So who's shirt is this? It looked to big to be yours."

"It was my dads," I replied.

"Oh," was all he said as the room became silent.