Killer Love//Under Editing

Chapter 5

After a what seemed like forever, Jeff finally spoke.

"When Is you're sister coming back?"

"Soon." But not soon enough. I wish Dezy had left a note or something to let me know when she's be home. It was quite annoying to not be told. But that wasn't the issue right now. The one in font of me was Jeff. I hate him so much yet I act nice to him when he deserves it. The fact that he's rude, moody, and a killer is enough for someone to turn their nose away from him. But I need to tell him to leave and just leave me alone. I can't risk having Dezy hurt because of him. But... I don't think he can leave with his stuff still getting cleaned.

I face-palmed myself which I guess pulled Jeff out of his thoughts.

"What the hell was that for?"

"Because I'm an idiot," I muttered.

"Took you that long to realize that," he muttered back.

"Did you really have to make that comment?" I glared at him and he shrugged it off. Seeing as I need a break from our "lovely" conversation, I walked over to my desk and plopped down in my chair. While waiting for my computer to wake up I peeked over my shoulder to see a sleepy looking Jeff. A new email had appeared on my computer labled: Don't Go To Sleep. I deleted the email, not frightened of it. I would have asked Jeff about it but he would have said I was an idiot and to delete it. After some time I closed my laptop to check on Jeff's clothes. But my mind kept going back to the email.

Who would send an email like that? Any why to me? The phrase sounded familiar but I wasn't quite sure where I heard it from. And like always it will probably stick in my mind for a while till I forget about it. When I reached the washer, I placed Jeff's clothes in the dryer and ran back up to my room. I decided I'd end up asking Jeff anyway.

"Hey Jeff have you ever heard the phrase 'Don't go to sleep' before?" He was silent for a while. I couldn't tell his expression considering the lack of eye lids and eyebrows to make them.

"No." I gave him a nod to acknowledge his answer and thought it would be okay to do some homework. Everything was silent except for the scratching my pen made on the papers I had to write. But doing homework grew tiresome and I again went to check Jeff's clothes. They were finally dry so I decided to give them him.

"Much better," he sighed in relief.

"Must like your hoodie, huh?" He nodded slightly and I remembered what I had to do. Make him leave.

"Jeff." You can do this. Don't be afraid to say no. Don't be afraid of him.

"What?"

"You need to leave. Now. I don't want you around me. I get this eerie feeling that you could put my sister or me in danger." I made sure I sounded calm. He only laughed uncontrollably.

"You think I'm gonna leave?" He said through his laughter.

"Well not really but it was worth asking."

"It was not worth asking you idiot." I felt heat rush up to my face as I became furious. "If you want me to leave, you're gonna have to die first." He pulled out his knife, trying to intimidate me.

"You don't scare me. You never have and you never will. Now get out of my life you freak!" With out thinking my hand lifted up high and smacked Jeff in the face. A burning pain emitted from my hand while Jeff's head hung low. He slowly lifted his head and made direct eye contact.

"You've made the worst mistake of your life. You'll see what I mean soon. Watch your back, Piggy." He stormed out of my room and slammed the back door hard, the sound echoing throughout the house.