*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.


9. Chapter 9

Rebecca stared, wide eyed at Jeff. "You-You-"

"You-You? You mean Jeff. J-e-f-f. Jeff. You can even say it with an accent. I like french." His smiled.

Rebecca's head whipped between Jeff and I. "You're both psychotic! I'm going to the police."

I stopped her by placing my hand on her arm.

"Are you going to kill me Marley?" She said, oddly calm. "Your best friend?"

"I would never hurt you. You have to let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain. You're conspiring with a murderer." She ripped her arm away and again, reached for the doorknob.

Jeff darted forward and grabbed her from behind. Rebecca screamed and started kicking furiously. "LET GO OF ME!"

Jeff smirked and carried her to the bathroom where he shoved her inside and shut the door. He pushed the door closed as she screamed and tried to get it open.

"Jeff..." I tried to intervene.

"This is the only way to get her to calm down." He glanced back at me.
"The neighbors will hear..."

He scoffed. "Believe me. They won't."

My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to figure out that meaning. He laughed at my expression.

I sighed and slid down to sit against the wall. Jeff sat beside me, keeping the door shut with his foot.

"What's up?" He smiled brightly at me.

"Do me a favor and never run out on me like that again."

He shrugged. "It's what I do. You know? Dramatic entrances and exits. It really can't be helped. You know that before I became Jeff The Killer, I wanted to be You shouldn't even be surprised really."

I bit the inside of my cheek as I tried not to laugh. "Oy Vey."

He narrowed his eyes. "Is that french? Did you do that just for me? I feel loved." He wrapped his arms around himself in a hug.
I didn't have to heart to tell him it wasn't french.

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