Try To Get Out Alive (A Jeff The Killer Fanfic) COMPLETED

~Chapter 25: Meeting

Chapter 25

Amber P.O.V

The man slowly sits up, and pulls the pocket knife out of his stomach. 

"I'll fucking kill you." he growls, standing up. 

"Dad! Please forgive me!" I whimper. 

My dad stands before me, a furious and disappointing look in his eyes. In his hand, he holds the tiny pocket knife that I used on him. 

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. 

I-I didn't mean to! Don't you understand? I try to say. 

"Dad! It's not my fault, I promise..." I squeak, backing up. 

My mom strikes me across the face. 

"Look at her! Mom's just being a bitch!" I cry. 

He laughs, and it's a cold and bare laugh, almost mockingly. 

"I don't know what got into me dad, please forgive me!" I yell, tears streaming down my face. 

"Why should I? Your a useless murderer. Why can't you just kill yourself?" he asks, stepping closer to me. My mom slinks behind me and grabs my arms. I am shaking all over, and I can't seem to stop. 

"Dad! Don't do this!" I plead, looking at my dad with sorrowful eyes. My mom pulls arm towards the kitchen table. 

My dad swipes his hand across the table, sending mail and letters flying everywhere. What are they doing? I am lifted up off the ground and slammed onto the table, a pain in my head following shortly after. 

My mom slams my wrists onto the table, holding me down. 

This is all Jeff's fault! He should have been there to help me, and save me! But he fled, that coward! Fled! 

"Should have just died in the car crash..." My dad said. "Now I guess I have to do it, such a pity, don't you think?" I begin to squirm on the table, as he approaches me with the pocket knife. My mom slams me down and straps down my legs with a rope. Where did that come from? 

"Should have died in the car crash, bitch." Were his last words as his hand swung around, piercing my arm. 

I let out a shrill scream and squirmed around. 

"Holy shit! What's wrong with her?" a voice says. 

"I told you you shouldn't have gave her that stuff, it's too harmful." another voice said. 

What are they talking about, are they here to kill me? Am I dead? 

"Trust me, I think he knows what he's doing," a last voice growls. 

Shakily, I open my eyes. 

I am in a black room, did I know this place? 

I look down, and straps are keeping my legs tight and on the table. Why am I still strapped down, I thought Dad killed me already? 

"Ngghh" I groaned, and tried to look around. I was too tired to do anything about the position I was in or the people that were standing around me. Though the all sounded familiar, I couldn't figure out who the voices belonged too. 

"Is she awake?" 

"She shouldn't be, should she?"

"Hush! I'm trying to concentrate!" A staticy voice said. 

The voices fell silent and I felt a cold cloth being pressed on the arm that Dad stabbed me with. Why did he have to stab me? 

All of a sudden, I was warm, and being held by someone muttering sweet words to me.