Killers Are Such Turn Off's (A Jeff the Killer Romance/BWWM)

Chapter 5

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[Jazmin]

    "Why should I, isn't it usually the women in the relationship that makes the sandwich for the man?" he asked wiping his hands on his already stained hoodie with jam.

"Uh, are we in a relationship and you owe me so shush, it's your fault I'm stuck at home and I can't work" I said limping past him and grabbing my peanut butter and jam sandwich from him.

"Your fine..." he mumbled, sitting on my couch.

"I am not I can't even box that's a big thing for me, okay?" I said sitting next to him and taking a bite out of my first real food in awhile, and not that hospital flavorless crap.

"Oh with that on steroids Brandon guy?" he asked incredulously scoffing.

"Uh yeah he's kinda my boxing partner" then adding "and he's definitely not on steroids those are all real."

"The infamous killer has striked again murdering an entire family of six" said the news reporter woman on TV.

"The police has blocked off the scene so we are assuming its especially gruesome" she said, microphone at hand.

My sandwich hit the plate, and I gasped.

I looked over at Jeff to see his eyes glued to the screen with a look of indifference.

He looked over at me with a psychotic expression on his face.

I tilted my head to the side slowly, contemplating what exactly to do next.

What happened in the next thirty seconds surprised me.

Jeff had me pinned against the couch with a blade to my neck.

While I struggled to escape his treacherous blade.

My eyes started to burn and I realized that he was the one on the television.

Of course, how stupid could you be?, I mentally scolded myself.

"Honestly, your expression is just pissing me off right now" he yelled then roughly let me go.

Once he did, I jumped up how much I could with a injured leg and ran to my room.

When I was in, I locked it and sat on my bed and rocked back and forth.

"Seriously?" I heard Jeff's deep voice inquire from outside the door.

I knew it pissed him off, but he was scaring me I had to get away.

Moments later, he began to bang on my door yelling and crying at the same time.

He kept that up, then I heard a soft thud and heavy sobbing.

When I thought it was safe, I crawled to door, being without my crutches.

I gently opened the door peeking out to see him out in the hallway with his head down sobbing.

My heart immediately ceased at the sight.

I quickly crawled over and brought his head to my chest and petted him, whispering reassuring words.

"I'm sorry, I see now" I said, more to myself then him.

I felt his hands clutch my sides and my body instantly went rigid, then relaxed as I felt him hug me.

I grabbed his head in my hands and brought it to face me and said "Stop crying I'm not judging you."

His tears had dried and he just stared at me with those blank eyes of his.

I looked down and realized the front of my T-shirt was covered in blood and jam.

Disgusted I shoved him away lightly, pulled off my infected shirt then pulled him towards me and peeled his white hoodie off of him, all the while him watching me with those strangely child-like eyes not moving a bit.

I managed to get up by myself and went to the laundry room to bleach his hoodie and my shirt.

When I came back to the hallway Jeff was curled up on the floor, his fists shaking.

This poor, poor boy.