Loved By a Killer - A JTK Love Story

"We're gonna make you like him"

2 WEEKS LATER

JEFF'S POV

Ever since Phoenix told me she was being bullied, I've taken to watching her from a hiding place not far from the home. The things I've seen are horrible. She's been pushed, punched, kicked, shoved to the floor, had rocks thrown at her. All because these people think she's the "spawn of Satan" or whatever. It made me so angry I wanted to end them but I knew if I killed one I'd kill all of them and Slendy forbids the massacre of large groups of people all at once...we want to be noticed, but not too noticed. 

I had a bad feeling about today that I couldn't explain.

PHOENIX'S POV

I knew from the time I went down for breakfast that something was up. Jess and her gang didn't say one word to me (which was surprising on its own, but everytime I looked at them they were talking amongst themselves and staring at me occasionally. I tried to ignore them, but every few minutes I would glance back and wonder what the hell they were whispering about. For some reason it sent chiIls down my spine, but I tried to ignore it and continue with my day. What the heck is going on? I tried not to think about it as I went outside to read.

JEFF'S POV

I watched Phoenix walk out looking extremely nervous. She sat down and tried to read, but her eyes kept on moving really fast from side to side. She wasn't feeling very comfortable either. Now I knew something was going to happen...but I had no idea what. I kept on watching.

PHOENIX'S POV

"Hey, ScarFace."

Oh gee, I wonder who that could be? I looked up and delivered the line that I use so often here, "Yes, can I help you? If you think your going to smite me for reading this book for the umteenth time, I'm not interested."

"Oh no, we were just wondering why you're alone. Where's your boyfriend?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about? I have no boyfriend."

"Oh, so he's a figment of our imagination? I think not. Just fess up, Phoenix, we know everything already."

"Oh, you do? Well then kindly explain what you're talking about or fuck off."

Reagan chimed in  "We have seen everything, Phoenix. We know about the weapons you've been hiding. We know about that boy you've been hanging out with." She paused, letting that sink in. "The killer."

No... "So you've been fucking spying on me? You have no right! How did you know he was a killer?"

Now it was Jess' turn again. "We were curious, so we read his story. We know how he snapped. We know how he killed his family. We know how he was burned." She then, almost casually, produced a gallon of bleach from behind her. I was so scared right then I couldn't move. I could just stand there in horror as I felt the blood drain from my face, so that I looked ghostly white. This isn't happening. Please tell me this isn't happening. They drew closer to me, almost relishing in my fear.

Jess was talking again. "And so, we have decided to punish you for sneaking around with a known killer..." -she watched as Skylar grinned evilly and produced a bottle of whiskey- "...by making you like him."

Before I could say "Wait, w=at?" they group tackled me and pinned me to the ground, stomping me, pumching me, pulling my hair. It was torture. I curled up in the fetal position, praying silently that this was a dream. "No! Stop! What are you doing? Let me go! No!"

Jess taunted me while stamping on my back. "Don't you wanna be beautiful? Don't you wanna be like him?" I felt myself being absolutely soaked with liquid, and my nostrils filled with the overwhelming disgusting stench of bleach mixed with alcohol.

"No! Let me go! Jeff!" I screamed his name at the top of my voice, hoping against hope that he would hear me. "Jeff! HELP ME!!!!!!

Phoenix has found herself victim of a horrible situation. Will Jeff hear her, and get to her in time?

A/N: All the religious stuff is over and done with, so all of you that I might have been making uncomfortable can relax now. On another note...100+ reads???? Wow, thank you so much! I'm so glad that you guys seem to like this story.