You decided hell why not just tell him, not like you tell anyone else anything. You nod at him and sit back down on your bed, giving him enough space to sit if he wanted to. You took a deep breath, worried as to how he would react to what you were going to tell him...
"I, uh, well, how do I start this?" You mutter to yourself. Jeff sits beside you, surprisingly gentle, and simply looks at you, waiting for you to go at your own pace.
"Just start at the beginning..." He prompts after a few minutes of silence. You nod and begin.
"Uhm, so the couple I live with, they aren't my real family....they have acted as my parents for years now, but they aren't, they are my adoptive family. My, uh, real parents, they didn't want me..." You were whispering by the last sentence.
"Yeah, but a lot of families do that-"
"No, Jeff, they didn't WANT ME AT ALL. They hurt me. They tried to kill me at first....drowning me, strangling me, suffocating me....even slitting my wrists..." You show him the raised pink scars that wrap around your wrists like bracelets, worse than the cuts you caused yourself. He seems to be angry, but not at you. You don't understand so you simply continue on with your story. "They used to pawn me off to their friends, but they weren't any better....one of Daddy's friends even...he, uhm..." You choke on the words and Jeff moves closer to you, until you are thigh to thigh, and takes your hand in his, comforting you spouts enough to get the words out. "He r-r-raped me...and beat me...I'm sorry..." You don't know why you are apologizing but you are, feeling the ache deep inside of your stomach. His grip tightened on your hand, his other hand in his hoodie pocket, gripping something tightly.
"Don't apologize for what those bastards did to you, (Y/N). They don't deserve your remorse...they don't deserve to be in your thoughts at all." He growls, and you are taken aback at the fierce protectiveness in his voice.
"Thanks..." You sigh. " And now...at this school...everyone hates me. They tease me all the time...some of the boys hurt me....all of the girls laugh at me...." You feel like you shouldn't worry about this stuff happening to you, thinking that, yeah, it probably happens to every kid, but it hurts you deeply. Jeff sees this and it enrages him.
"(Y/N), uhm, I will talk again with you soon. I need to, uh, take care of something important..." He won't look at you. You don't know why but this hurts, your newfound friend already wanting to leave you. Once again, you feel abandoned, lost, lonely, and hopeless.
"Okay..." You say, hiding your sadness with a small smile. Jeff embraces you, and somehow, you feel comfort in his arms, safety. You know he is a killer, hell, he tried to kill you! But this strange, strange boy....he makes you feel alright. Like you can get better and heal.
But now he is leaving you, and you aren't really sure he will come back...~heyo my readers!~
Sorry if it's all depressing, I promise it will get better! It's just the mood im in, and it really is boding nicely for the storyline in my head!
~Jazz out!~
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Be His Light
RomansaJeff The Killer x Reader...Creepypasta yo It's my first story! (/).(\) please go easy on meeeee! WARNING: I am horribly romantic *sigh* and I might include smut.....shhhhh....just accept it... Side note: I wrote this like forever ago. My stories and...