A Reunion

Chapter 4

Jane's POV

"YOU BITCH" Jeff yelled at me. He was sitting on the floor with his head down. I couldn't believe he felt for that! All that sweet talk... Huh...

I knew he didn't really feel that way for me... He couldn't have. I'm sure of it! I was just trying to seduce him... And it worked!

"I'm sorry Jeff, we both know that wasn't really you... You wouldn't kiss me or have these so called... feelings for me. It just wouldn't be... You!" I said with a sneer.

Jeff just sat there quietly with his fists clenched together. He was filled with so much rage that he was shaking. "Why Jane, I... You..." He started to yell frustratedly. There is no way he could have had actual feelings for me... That's... Impossible... I thought.

All of a sudden, he stopped shaking. Did his rage disappear or something?! Then he just stood up. It was like my knife didn't phase him. He wasn't wobbling or grunting in pain...

He looked at me and gave me a grin... "Heh heh... Jane, why so surprised. Your dealing with a guy who has been shot, and nearly faced death a couple of times. I mean come on, I've been set on fire and lived! You don't think one little stab is going to kill me."

He grabs the knife I stabbed him with and walks to me. "Stay away Jeff!" I commanded. It didn't work. He was still coming. He looked at me with glaring eyes... But they looked different awhile ago... These eyes looked... Hurt...

That can't be, maybe I'm looking at them wrong. I thought. With out hesitation, I tried to kick him. But it didn't work. Right when I tried to land a kick, he grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him.

Next thing I knew he grabbed my shoulders and slammed me to the ground where the broken pictures that fell were.I coughed up blood in the process... My back was in pain... All the glass from the pictures stabbed me and plus the impact the floor made.

I tried to get up but couldn't. Jeff got on top of me to keep me from getting up. "Jane you bitch, playing with my emotions like that. That was a dirty trick. Heh heh" he laughed very faintly... He looked... Disappointed and sad... Why!?

He gripped the knife harder and started to trace the sides of my cheeks into a smile. "You..." We stayed in that position for what seemed like a life time. "Jeff... I'm right where you want me to be... And yet you won't kill me..." I said to him... He was still tracing like he didn't even hear me. "Why..." I asked him...

All of a sudden he stopped. His black irises darted from my cheek to my eyes. He let out some air and said "It doesn't matter... Im going to... Kill you anyways. What's the point of telling you."

He held up my knife, aiming for my heart. "This is it... I guess you win Jeff..." Tears were forming in my eyes. I'm finally going to die... The last moments of my cursed life. Killed here in this house by my... enemy... But it's weird. For some reason, I'm happy to die by Jeff's hands. Why!? Shouldn't I feel grief, sadness. Angry that I wasn't strong enough to kill him... Then why don't I feel that way?!

"Goodbye Jeff..." I said with a smile. I was expecting him to say something but it was pure silence... The knife was still in position but it wasn't moving...

"Jeff..."