*Jeff The Killer love story*
Marley's life was attacked by a serial killer. He would do anything to destroy it. But soon finds that he can't.


3. Chapter 3

        I stood there for a few minutes, staring after him.
        So this was his angle? To torture me by showing up where I thought I was safe? Threatening my friends and family when they were in reaching distance?
        Rebecca stuck her head out from behind the door.
        "Was that the sound of a closing door I heard? Meaning: your boyfriend left."
        "He's not my boyfriend." I said, simply.
        "So neither of you want to make a commitment. I can understand that."
        I glared at her.
        "At least he's cute." She said, turning away from me.
        The door chimed again. I jumped expecting to see Jeff back, but instead, David walked in.
        "Hello, ladies!" He sang. Rebecca groaned. She claimed to be annoyed by him but always complained when he didn't pay her any attention.
        "Go away, David." She said. He laid his hand on his chest and put on a mock hurt expression. "Rebecca...I thought we were friends."
        "In your dreams." She said with a laugh.
        "Come on guys. Peace." I broke in.
        "So are we going to the movies or what?" David asked.
        "Well, we're kind of in the middle of work right now." Rebecca said with a duh expression.
        "Yeah and I'm not really feeling up to it." I said, looking down.
        "No way! You are not leaving me alone with him!" Rebecca exclaimed.
        "Yeah, because if it's just the two of us...Rebecca will strangle me." David agreed.
        "You know it." She said.

        In the end, I decided to go to the movies with them. Rebecca and David had wanted a horror movie, but I insisted on a comedy.
        "The ratings made it seem so much better than it actually was." Rebecca said, as we were walking out of the theatre.
        "It's completely overrated." Said David, shaking his head.
        "Why are you being so quiet, Marley? You're the one who insisted on that particular movie. What's your opinion of it?" Rebecca looked over at me. To be honest, I hadn't even been paying attention to the movie. I had tried to focus, but always found my thoughts drifting.
        I shrugged. "It was okay...."
        "No! It was horrible!" David yelled. "And not even that funny!" A few people looked over at his sudden outburst.
        "You're drawing attention." I said, nudging him with my elbow.
        "I don't care! People deserve to know how horrible that was! What a waste of my good money...."
        "I payed for you, moron." Rebecca glared at him. He shrugged. "Let's go to Taco Bell."
        I trailed behind them as they walked toward the direction of the fast food restaurant.

        I slammed my apartment door shut behind me. I threw my car keys on the counter and walked to my bedroom. We had spent hours at Taco Bell. Rebecca and David had complained endlessly about the movie while I sat there silently eating, not listening. They hadn't even noticed my odd silence. I pulled open my door and flipped on the light. A scream echoed at the back of my throat. Suddenly, a hand slapped over my mouth.
        Jeff silently put his finger over his lips. I stared at him with wide eyes. He slowly removed his hand from my mouth. "Are you done?"
        I didn't answer.
        "Aw, are you giving me the silent treatment?" He cocked his head playfully.
        "What is wrong with you?"
        "Wow, you're slow. Obviously, I. Am. Insane." As he said each word, he poked me on the nose. I flinched away. "What are you doing here?"
        He shrugged. "To mess with your head." He laid across my bed on his back. "I don't know how you leave this every morning. So comfortable."
        "Get out of my bed." I said cautiously.
        "Now that's no way to talk to an insane serial killer." He rolled on his side and put his head on his hand, looking at me. I clenched my jaw.
        "Speaking of which. We still have the matter of deciding who to kill. Well, I do. You have no say in it." He laughed. I stared at him with wide eyes.
        "Please, Jeff, please don't." I begged. The laugh disappeared from his face. He stood quickly and was in front of me before I had time to react. He put his hand at the back of my neck and brushed his thumb along my cheek. "Ah, but where's the fun in that?" He was close enough to where I could feel his breath on face. I stared into his eyes with my wide ones. He had that same unreadable expression that I had seen the on the first night he had come. We both stood silently for, what felt like, several minutes.
        My breath was coming out quickly from fear. Any second, I expected him to pull out his knife and slice my throat open.
        Then, suddenly, he stepped away from me. His hand dropped from my face and he looked away. He looked at me again, the insanity in his eyes again. "Who would you miss the most, I wonder? Mommy and Daddy? Or maybe one of your friends?" He pulled his long bloody knife from his hoodie pocket and walked to the window.  He pulled it up and put one leg through.
        "NO! Please, no! I'll give anything!" I begged, running over and grabbing the sleeve of his white hoodie. He looked over me, surprised, then jerked his sleeve away. The smirk on his too long mouth was the last thing I saw before he was gone.

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