Chapter 2:

Jill had been wandering the house aimlessly, taking in good past memories that made her smile and her parents were still downstairs talking about a few things. And through the long wooden hallways, Jill could smell something good cooking downstairs, so dinner would be made soon by her mother. Jill hoped that it was her favorite.

Jill went back to her room silently and she sat on her favorite red sheets on her bed and sighed. It's been a long time since Jill's been here up in the cabin and Jill was….comforted. Everything would be alright here. It was safe here, and she trusted it. She was ok.

This place always made her happy.

"Jill?"

"Yea?" Jill responded and looked at the doorframe.

"Dinner's almost ready." Her mother leaned on the doorway.

"Ok."

"It's spaghetti, your favorite…"

"Hm, sounds great."

"Listen, your father and I are running into town to grab some stuff."

Jill nodded and she took off her shoes and layed herself down on the bed, and she got comfortable. Her mother tilted her head and gave a frown.

"You're coming, right?"

Jill lifted her head.

"Oh, no. I want to stay here."

"No, Jill, your coming with us."

"That's ok, mom."

"Jill--" Her mother raised her voice.

"That's fine, Jill," Her father interrupted as he came in the room with a plate of spaghetti in his hands. And her mother gave a frown and crossed her arms, and put her weight on one foot.

Her father gave her the plate with a smile, and a kiss on the forehead.

"Thanks, dad."

"Jill, is old enough to stay at home along. And she insists, so she'll be fine. She's not a kid anymore," her father said to her mother.

Her mother turned and walked away leaving Jill to eat her dinner on her bed. A moment of silence passed, and both heard a door slam downstairs, meaning that Jill's mother left the house and waited in the car for her father to come along.

"I'm sorry, dad…" Jill frowned and poked at her food.

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart…" Her father petted her head.

"Is mom still freaked out, about the whole babysitting thing?"

"Yes. She is freaked out, and it's not your fault, Jill."

"It's not?" Jill asked and looked at her dad, searching for the truth.

"No, it's not. If anyone tell you that, their wrong."

"Ok. Thanks, dad…" Jill gave a small smile. Her dad smiled.

"Ok, um, we'll be back, sweety. Put your dishes in the sink after your done, and you're free to watch TV downstairs, and don't forget to lock the back door when you're done," her dad advised as her put on his jacket and made sure he had the car keys.

Jill smiled and took a mouthful of spaghetti that was the right temperature and the right taste, and her fathers eyes gleamed and he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"We'll be back."

"And I'll be here," Jill promised, and her dad left and went downstairs, and left into town along with her mother, and Jill was enjoyed her dinner. Jill had time to herself now and she would have some fun.

Her Parents:

"I didn't want her to be alone in that house…"

"I know that's what made you so upset, honey."

"Why couldn't we've brought her along?"

"We'll be at the market for about 20 minutes…!"

"T-That's no excuse," Jill's mother frowned.

"She'll be alright. She always is, honey…."

"Well, you better hope she is! You better hope…!"

"There's no need to get hostile, honey…"

"I'm so s-sorry. I just love that girl so much…"

Somewhere Else:

The air, cold. The clouds, there were none. But the sun, dull. The stench, foul. The sight, unbearable. The touch, excruciating. The crying sounds, menacing.

And the blood, fresh. His blood. He needed to see blood. See it, and taste it, and to love it so bitterly.

It was a drug that affected him. Poison. If it was poison, then he would let it take over his body. He was free, now.

Free to do his own evil bidding at any high costs and take every joyful thing out of it.

Kelly, Alex, Tiffany, Anna, Morgan, Grace, Caitlin, Emily, Lilly, Vivian, Jocelyn, Maya, Jackie, Stacey, and Tiffany.

His girls. All of his girls. All his. And what the killer wanted through those girls was…something. He was a master at 'cat and mouse' and he was suspenseful at what was bitter and cold and he got what he wanted. All he had to do was work hard at it.

Work hard at what? No one knew, but him. That was his personal business. And he loved doing business. It's what he was good at. He never liked being a normal human being.

So he took his life to a whole new level.

And what he needed was to completely finish some business with a certain beautiful brunette girl from Fernhill, Colorado.

Jill's POV:

The sky was still sunny and the mountains looked happy, and the spaghetti was absolutely delicious and Jill put the dishes away and locked the door. And she washed all the dishes just for the heck of it, and Jill began to watch TV. But she didn't bother checking the News Program.

It had only been 10 minutes since her parents left, and Jill was absolutely comfortable being alone, since Jill knew that she was safe. The house was locked up tight, and she was with her parents too, so they would protect her if anything happened.

So Jill was alright, and now she was bored with the TV. It was killing her brain cells! So she turned it off and went upstairs to go on her laptop and chat with someone.

Then her cellphone began to ring.

Jill jumped and watched it beep and sparkle with lights, and she just observed it with her eyes.

"How bad could it be….?" Jill whispered and answered her cellphone.

Jill: Hello?

The windows got darker as a miserable cloud went over the house. The wind seemed to hold its breathe. Jill's hand was growing numb.

Jill: Hello? Hello!?

Bobby: Jill, is that you? Jill?

Jill: Bobby?

Bobby: Yea. It's good to hear you again.

Jill: Whatever.

Bobby: What!? You're still mad?

Jill: Yes.

Bobby: I said I was sorry, Jill.

Jill: What did you call me for?

Bobby: Just to see what's happening.

Jill: Well, everything's been good. I got my cellphone back.

Bobby: Great! And where are you?

Jill: I'm in Utah. On vacation. I won't be back for 2 weeks.

Bobby: What!? You never told me this, Jill.

Jill: I felt that I didn't need to, Bobby.

Bobby: Don't treat me like that, babe.

Jill: Don not call me 'babe' Bobby! I need to go…

Bobby: Wait, Jill!

Before he could even go there, Jill hung up her phone and checked the minutes she used up and it said 2:34 minutes! At least it wasn't 180 or 230 or 150 like those other times. He was beginning to be an even bigger jerk ever since Jill dumped him too, and she was angry at him.

Her cellphone began to ring, and Jill checked the Caller ID.

Bobby/Jerk

It read, and Jill sighed and lowered the volume on her cellphone and she put it away on the clothes drawer. It would probably be ringing for the next hour or something. Jill didn't care much for Bobby anymore. She didn't like him, like him, like him…she just doesn't care anymore.

She cared for something else.