Falling For Jeff

Chapter 1

SMACK!

I smacked my head on the bar of my small twin sized bed.

"awe fuck" I cried out loud.

"Haper please try not to curse so much, it's not very lady like" my mom commented from outside the room.

"Yeah sure, like that's going to happen" I yelled back.

She's been telling me for years to lighten up on the cursing but I really could care less.  Who the hell am I trying to impress?  Honestly the only thing I care about these days is making money at the local diner and help paying the bills.  I wish I could be one of those people who had big plans after high school but unfortunately I'm not.  I'm not even sure if I want to go to college.  I'm perfectly content being at home with my family or working.

I love being at home with my mom and sister though.  My mom and I have always got along, we have one of those special relationships where I can tell her anything.  She's my best friend and I have no shame telling other people that.  My sister Casey and I have a different relationship, more like toleration.  We tend to throw insults from across the room but that's about it.  But in the end if you ever messed with either of us, there will be hell to pay.

"HARPER! I need you to go take the trash out before I leave for work!" My mom calls out loud.

"Alright!"  I yell back. 

I slowly roll back out of bed and shuffle to the kitchen where I see the trash waiting for me. I hear my sister snickering behind me, finding it amusing that I'm the one who has to deal with the trash. Sighing, I walked the heavy trash bag to back door.

"Thank you sweety" Mom calls out. 

Squeezing myself and the trash bag through the door,  wishing I was smaller but alas, I am on the bigger side but I'm content with myself. Too many girls are unhappy with their body and apperance.  I on the other hand try to embrace myself I have long red/brown hair and big bright blue eyes.  My eyes are what tend to shock people when I take my glasses off.

When I get to the trash bin I sit the bag down and try to get the lid off but its stuck.

"awe come on now, just give me lid you evil trash bin" i whined out loud.

Suddenly I hear a sound of rustled leaves near the garage.  I turn around trying to see if it was a an animal but i don't see anything.  I turn my back and continue my fight with the trash bin when out of no where I hear a light thud.

"Shit" someone mumbled.

I turn around fast "Who's out there?!" I walk toward the garage, "I heard you so either get the hell off my property or just show yourself!" I know I must look like an idiot yelling outside in the middle of the night.

I hear my mom open the door and call out my name "Harper why are you yelling, what's wrong?!"

"Nothing mom, just uh, yelling at a raccoon I saw" I replied.  I didn't want her worrying about me, she worries about enough things.

I hear her go back in the house then continue my search.

Walking through the grass I start wishing I had slid on my shoes.  I'm at the end of my garage when I suddenly feel a cold hand clamp over my mouth and im shoved roughly to the ground.  Too stunned at first to scream all I can notice in it's somebody in a white hoodie but I can't see their face because their hood is pulled up.

"Let me go!" I tried screaming through the hand. I start thrashing about trying to get free of this maniac.  My arms are pinned under him.

I hear a deep chuckle that i feel through my whole body and freeze. This makes me sick to my stomach now.

A blade is now in my vision. My eyes go wide when the blade is at my neck.  I wince when I feel it prick my skin.  They drag the knife slowly across my neck to my collar bone.  My eyes are as big as saucers as I realize what's probably about to happen.  I continue to kick my legs out from under me but he weighs a ton!

The hooded figure laughs again and bends down to my hear.

"I think it's time for you to go to sleep Harper" His voice was rough and held malice. Beginning to shake uncontrolably, cold sweat clinging to my neck and forehead.  How does know my name?  After hearing my name I freeze.  I feel the blade drag up my face, turning my head away from it.  It on my cheek bones right under my eyes, tracing them.  

"Hmmm pretty" He whispers in a rough gravely voice.  Tears threathening to break free.  I'm going to die, I know it.

But not like this. I can't die at the hands of this bastard.