As the gentleman got closer, I realized he was a policeman and that was why Jeff was kissing me. Even though it was a shitty reason to kiss someone, I went with it and kissed him deeper. The minute he kissed me, I felt warmth resonate throughout my bones and into my nether regions. You would have thought it would be weird kissing someone with scars like he had on his face, but it really wasn't at all. I had wrapped my arms around his neck to kiss him deeper as the policeman walked by. He paused for a second to look at us and then laughed before walking away and muttering something about young love. We probably could have broken the kiss at that point but for some reason, it kept going. His tongue danced with mine so gracefully as he held me at my waist. A moan escaped my lips before finally I had to break the kiss, until we got to his apartment that is.
He stood staring at me with this smile plastered on his face like a child in a pet store; he looked genuinely happy. "Thank you for going along with that. I know it was sudden and out of nowhere, but you played the part very well."
"Played the part? If you did that and there was no policeman, I still would have done the same. You don't have to thank me; I really enjoyed that," I said smiling at him.
All of my past history with my horrible ex disappeared at that point because I felt safe and secure, more so than I had in an incredibly long time. Jeff took hold of my hand and held it as we continued our walk down the street. His hands were so soft, just like his lips; probably not very consistent with other serial killers.
Jeff was surprisingly pretty quiet after the kiss, until finally he said, "You can tell me about him, you know. I told you I would protect you."
I raised my eyebrows. "Him? Why would you want to know about that? It was all just a boatload of bullshit."
"I can't protect you if I don't know who I'm supposed to be protecting you from, princess."
"Okay," I sighed. "I'll tell you. His name was Jack. He was a great guy at first, really attentive and affectionate, until he started hanging out with this new crowd of people at school. He got stranger and avoided me until one day he came to my house in the middle of the night and tried to stab me. The police came and arrested him but he escaped shortly after and they never found him. That's why I'm terrified of being alone at night and why I'm always afraid of new people, especially guys."
His face became unreadable. His eyes were stern and his face was like stone. I saw him take a deep breath and breathe it out almost through his teeth.
Finally, he just stopped walking and I saw him clench his fists. "Jack what? What was his last name? What did he look like?"
"Nichols, I think, it's been a while since I've even thought about him that intimately. He just looked like a typical high school guy until the end when he went strange and then even his skin seemed to change color," I said while really racking my brain to remember.
In the blink of an eye, Jeff was in front of me holding my face in his hands. "When was the last time you saw or heard from him?"
"Over a year ago, why?" I was confused as to why he was so persistent about this.
He seemed to relax a little bit when I told him it was over a year ago when I last saw him, but his hands were even shaking as he spoke. "I am ninety percent sure I have met this 'Jack' before and he is a lot stronger and more capable of harming you than you realize."
I felt my heart go into my throat. "What do you mean, you've met him before?"
"I'll explain once we get to my apartment, okay? Just keep walking for now; it's too dangerous to be on the streets," he said before he took my hand in his again.
Fine. I would wait, not happily, but if that was what he insisted then I guessed I would have to just agree. It wasn't the worst possible situation to be in though; Montgomery Falls was always much more peaceful and beautiful at night. I always enjoyed being awake when the rest of the world was sleeping. I know everyone is living in different time zones, but the expression still sounded cool.
As we walked, I looked around a lot at all of the houses and wondered what the families inside were like. What did they do for fun? Were they happy? We passed the house of a couple that always fought every night like clockwork.
"What's the matter?" Jeff slowed his pace to ask me.
I shook my head and smiled. "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about the different families in these houses and what they do for fun and things like that." I gestured to the house we passed, "They fight every single night. I wonder why they're still together if they're so unhappy."
Jeff stopped walking and began to tell me the story of almost every single family in that neighborhood. The couple who fought were fighting because he had cancer and insisted she leave him before his condition deteriorated but she refused. Another family had just recently sent their daughter to a rehabilitation clinic for battling anorexia. My own neighbors even had their own drama. Apparently, the son of the family was secretly selling marijuana to try to raise money because his girlfriend was pregnant. By the time Jeff was done telling me about everyone in the town, I was shocked.
"And you know all this … because you watch everyone, right? Have you always lived here?"
He shook his head. "No, I've moved around a lot. I had to leave the last place I was at because," he paused and took a breath, "things got interesting, to say the least."
As we passed by another house, I realized it was the house of my childhood best friend, Jane. We were so close when we were children, one would have sworn that we were siblings. Once we hit middle school, we drifted apart because she started writing strange stories and hanging out with different people. The word around town was that she mostly just stayed in her house anymore. I couldn't really blame her if the neighborhood really was as bad as Jeff said it was.
"You know the girl that lives there, don't you?" Jeff's eyes were practically staring into my soul.
I nodded slowly. "I used to. We were best friends when we were little. But I haven't even seen her in over ten years."
The corners of his mouth rose up into a smirk and he laughed. "Oh this is great! This is phenomenal! This will cut my work in half, maybe even more!"
I bit my bottom lip and just stared at him, very confused. Before I could say anything, we were at the apartment Jeff stayed at because he was leading me up to the door of the complex. Everyone around must have been too drugged up or busy to even realize that the serial killer from the news literally lived in an apartment complex like a normal, average person. It was a tall, brick building that looked pretty old but still livable. There was nobody around when we walked inside through the back entrance and were confronted with deciding between stairs or the elevator.
"I honestly really hate stairs; they scare me," I said suddenly.
He shrugged and pushed the button for the elevator. The door opened almost instantly and we walked inside. Fourth floor. The lights inside of the elevator were flickering like fireflies in the summer. I took a step closer to Jeff for protection and felt his arm wrap around my waist to pull me closer.
"This building is just really old, princess, no need to worry." Jeff said before we were plunged into the darkness below.
A/N: Thank you to all of you who favorited, followed, and reviewed. Beanie will show up again in the story, I just didn't think it would be good for her to have her cat with all of the impending chaos currently going on, but I think it is awesome you brought that up!
Please let me know if you have any ideas or suggestions on how I can make my story better. I have been trying to get these chapters done as soon as I can and am almost done with the fourth chapter as we speak. :)