Corrupted (Jeff the Killer Fanfiction) Book 1

Chapter Fourteen

A/N - oooooh look at me getting another chapter up already. DAYUM I'm on a role. Be proud of me. >:D

Jeff's POV
      I had already made it back to my old cabin by the time the sun finally came up. It wasn't as long as a journey as I expected it to be, but it was still really fucking long.
      Emily should be waking up any minute now. She'll find my note that I was so kind to leave for her, and she'll go and be just fine. She'll change into the clothes that I was also very, very kind to steal for her from another motel resident, wash up, and frolic into the world and be just peachy.
      I threw myself on the old and torn maroon couch in the living room, kicking off my boots. My eyes felt heavy, sleep practically knocking on my door. I hadn't slept at all last night; I left almost as soon as I was sure that Emily had fallen asleep.
      She looked so peaceful; content, even. I didn't think I would ever see her in such a state. She was like a fragile little fawn with the heart of a tiger, and teeth as sharp as a razor. She's good at looking after herself, I knew that.
      Which is why I left her to fend for herself. I knew she could do it; she's far from helpless. Her only issue will probably be fitting in. She is very unfamiliar with the normality of life. Hell, she didn't even know what a fucking MOTEL was! She'll need some form of guidance. Some sucker will probably take her in and teach her; people can be too kind at times.
      What if the person that takes her isn't kind, though? What if it's someone like that guy at the park? Emily wouldn't allow someone like that to take her... she knows good from bad. Wait, why the fuck am I still thinking about her, she's fine!
      I rubbed my face with both my hands, causing dried blood from my cut smile to flake off of my leathery, burnt face. The sudden pulling of my skin ripped open the cuts, causing them to bleed down my jawline. The feeling had become second nature to me; the cut had numbed out after only two years after... everything.
      My thoughts shifted to when I saw Emily with the little girl. She looked so unsure with the interaction; but I could tell that the little girl lit some sort of spark in her bright blue eyes. A warm feeling rose in the depths of my chest as I recalled the moment.
      Just as quickly as the feeling came, it was gone. What the fuck? What was that? I've never felt that before; I've never felt anything like that before... I hated it. It weirded me out. I'm never thinking about that ever again. It made weird things happen to me.
      Maybe I'm just tired. It's been a while since I had decent amount of sleep. A couple hours should get me back into shape.
      I sunk deeper into the cushions and threw my left arm over my eyes to cover them. Only one last thought crossed my mind before darkness consumed me:
      God, Emily better be okay.

Emily's POV
      I slowly closed the blue door behind me as I gazed into the now busy streets of 'downtown,' as Jeff had called it. The black shirt I was wearing was baggy, covering my bra-less chest. The jeans fit just fine though, only needing to be pulled up every once in a while. There indeed was money in the pockets like Jeff told me in the letter. What I'm gonna do with it, I have no idea.
      All I know is that I have to do something. So, I started out by walking down the sidewalks in the direction that most people seemed to be going. Less people were looking at me now that I was wearing "normal" clothing, which I was thankful for. I don't need people to watch my every move; I've had enough of that at the asylum.
      The crowd stopped when the side walk made a turn to the left. Poles right lights hanging from them stood in four corners of the streets, two green and two red.
      "Why did we stop?" I asked aloud.
      The red haired woman to my left turned to me, her brows knitted in irritation. "We can't just cross the street, dumbass. We have to wait for the signal to walk!" She snapped.
      I raised a brow. "What signal? From those lights?" I pointed to the green and red lights hanging from the poles.
      She stared at me in disbelief. "You've gotta me kidding me. I don't have time for this." she turned away from me, shaking her head.
      Right after the words left her lips, the crowd began walking forward again. I glared at the rude woman and continued walking forward with them.
      People began to disperse into different buildings, causing the crowd to lessen. There were all kinds of different buildings, I had no idea where I was supposed to go. I found myself slowing down as I scanned the area for a place that looked somewhat safe.
      "Hey, move it!" a male voice said from behind me.
      I jumped to the side, throwing my hands up in defense at the sudden angry voice. A man in a blue suit and tie stepped around me with a glare and continued forwards at a fast pace, leaving me standing in the middle of the crowd.
      I felt someone bump into my left shoulder, and I quickly moved to the side away from the person. "Get out of the way!" the man who bumped into me exclaimed.
      I backed out of the crowd completely as the man continued to walk forward. I watched him with my brows furrowed until he disappeared behind the countless other people who payed me no mind.
      For the love of god, people are ass holes! I looked behind me, staring at the building I was standing in front of.
      "Excuse me, hun, are you lost?" a gentle, feminine voice said from beside me.
      I snapped my head to look at the person who asked. It was an aged woman, probably in her 40s. She had a dark complexion, and her black hair was pulled behind her head, tight curls sprawling out. She was slightly heavy-set, and her dark chocolate eyes stared into mine with warm concern.
      "I-I, uh-" I stuttered. "Y-yeah. I have no idea where I am." I answered honestly.
      "Well, where are you trying to go? Maybe I can help you get there." she offered with a warm, genuine smile.
      "That's the thing, I don't really know where I'm going," I answered, slowly. "To be completely honest, I don't even know what city this is."
      "Oh, honey," she looked at me with sympathy. "I was just on my way to go to the post office. Why don't you come with me and I'll take you back to my apartment. It's dangerous to be out here all by yourself with nowhere to go." she gently reached her hand out to me for me to take.
      I stared at her hand, contemplating what I should do. Can I trust her? Everyone has been such ass holes since I've been out here. Will he hurt me if I go with her? I looked back up at her smiling face to try to read her. All I saw was pure kindness and warmth.
      I cracked a small smile. "Okay."
      And with that, I took her hand.