Trust Issues . ( ( Jeff The Killer Romance Story ) )

Chapter 8

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I knew I had to leave but it was impossible with a fresh stab wound. This was the second time that I had been put in the hospital by Jeff.

The only thing I could do was wait.

And trust me, I tried getting up, but pain crumbled my determination every time.

A nurse walked in and looked at me with a glowing smile. "Good news! You have a visitor!"

She walked out of the room.

I waited patiently for Jeff to walk in and terrorize me.

But to my surprise, Jake wheeled himself in.

His smile was infectious and made me smile.

"Jake.. I'm so sorry... I-"

He grabbed my hand softly. "El, its okay. Just tell me what happened that night...Again."

That's weird. Why would he ask as if he didn't know?

Then I noticed how nervous he looked. The sweat on his fore head shined. His lips trembled.

"I.." I muttered, taking my hand away from his.

Maybe Jeff was testing me to see if I'd crack and spill everything on him.

Or.

"Are you okay, Jake?" I eyed him suspiciously.

"Y-yeah I'm fine. I just need to be reminded of what happened." He stumbled.

He was working for those two detectives earlier.

So I told him exactly what I told them. "I don't remember."

Jake gazed at me. Then said his good byes and wheeled him self out.

The police were onto me. Onto us.

Prison or Jeff?

I think you know which one I would choose.

.....

It was four A.M. and I was still waiting for Jeff.

Either he'd kill me or spare me.

I couldn't stay awake for much longer, and soon the hospital would be bustling with doctors and patients.

The window of my room opened slowly, and Jeff stepped in.

"Jeff" I croaked, "you're here.."

He moved over to me and placed his knife on my lap. His hand brushed the hair off of my face.

"Ella.. You're lucky Im not plunging this knife into you to end your empty meaningless life."

A chill of hatred went down my spine.

"Fuck you" I spit out accidentally.

If possible, Jeff smiled wider. He grasped the knife, rose it in the air, and stabbed me in my chest.

....

I screamed, and a police officer rushed in. "Ma'am, are you okay!?" He looked  the room, his gun pointed in front of him.

My hands searched my chest for the knife or a wound, but found unharmed skin. "Just a nightmare, thank you." I sighed.

I must've fell asleep last night.

The office lowered his gun and tipped his hat.

"What were you doing outside of my room, anyways?" I asked.