Chapter 2-

Miss him? How could you? Jeff turned your body around so you'd faced toward him. He smiled at you wildly, his face full of pure insanity. His grey eyes held an animalistic glare. One of his hands pinned your body against the wall and the other held your chin.

"It's been a long time, (Y/N). Such a shame it took such a long time to find you. But how do you feel about us making up for lost time?" He began to lean in toward you. Was he really trying to kiss you? Did he really think this would make up for your parents murder? That you were even attracted to him? You were disgusted by him (terrified even), you felt nothing but raw hatred him. A smirk flashed onto his face as he was now nose to nose with you.

"I don't think we're quite close enough." He joked. You turned your head away from him, desperately attempting to avoid his kiss. He turned your head back and you spat at him.

"Disgusting bastard!! You fucking killed my parents, how in the hell do you think a kiss would fix that?! Who the hell do you think you are!?!" You yelled.

Jeff wiped away your spit and glared at ypu. His gaze was still crazed, but much more horrifying. His raised his hand and punched you across the face. You fell directly to the ground. In an instant, warm blood started flowing from your nose and lip.

"I don't know who you think you are, (Y/N). But that isn't the game we're playing here, you better listen to me."

You rested your back against the wall and lifted your head to reduce the bleeding. Jeff kneeled down. He brushed his lips across yours and began to kiss you. You didn't fight back this time, fearing what would happen if you rejected him a second time.

He smiled at your expression of confusion and fear. He nipped at your lip, causing you to wince in pain. A few droplets of blood emerged from the wound. You clamped you hands over your mouth and backed away the bloodthirsty male. Jeff furrowed his brows in frustration, you've been running away for the past couple of years. He was getting tired of you, and yet he still wanted you so badly.

"Fine" his wide grin began to cause blood to drip from the corners of his mouth. He licked the blood and gawked at you.

Jeff retrieved a knife from his hoodie and pointed it towards you. "Fine, if you're such a scaredy cat, I'll just cut right to the chase." You stood up and ran away just as you did as a child. Your ran towards the back door, but failed as a knife landed directly in the back of your knee. You yelped in pain as you fell to the ground.

Jeff placed himself over you. He glanced down at you. At your beautiful face and the tears forming in your (E/C) colored eyes. He continued to look down at your body, making you feel uncomfortable. He then lifted your shirt.

He playfully twirled the knife along your stomach, before quickly slicing at your bare flesh. Multiple cuts began oozing blood, Jeff harshly ran his hands along each slice. You began whining, the pain was kicking in. With the damage to your abdomen and leg, you were bound to black out soon. Your vision blurred as the crazed male began to slice down to your thighs. As much as you wanted to move, the pain in your leg had you paralyzed.

Goosebumbs spread across your skin like wild fire as he planted rough kisses down your neck, chest, and trailed off to your shoulder. You bit your lip to keep unwanted sounds from escaping your mouth, also considering the fact that you were completly grossed out. This was harrassment, and you didn't even know a single thing about him. But hope struck at your heart, as you recalled the box cutter you grabbed earlier.

"This is my chance." You thought.

Your mind grew foggy, as you started to lose your train of thought. You swiftly reached for the cutter and kept it hidden as well as you could. The excitement from the idea of catching Jeff caused you to forget the pain. The slight joy and adrenaline had you too pumped to notice. But Jeff grew confused as the noticed the confused look had worn off your face.

"What the hell?! She should be scared, what is she thinking?" He thought.

As you were distracted by the thought of getting pay back, you noticed Jeff staring at you. You were instantly at a loss for words.

"Why aren't you scared? Do you have something planned?" He brought the knife up to your chest. "You know, this won't work if you're keeping secrets. Guess I should take care you now. You're always running from me anyways." Jeff knew that he wouldn't do anything but tease you. However he didn't the fact that you didn't fear him. You didn't know this, to you, this seemed like the end. This was your last chance..

A/N: HA, CLIFF HANGER!!!! Just in the mean time, I've been struggling. Hey, so I'm sorry for another crappy chapter. However I still have exams at the moment, and studying takes up a lot of time ;-; I'm sorry, thanks for the few people that read this. I bet you not many people study, and write at the same time just to update though. As you know I don't own Jeff Creepypastas. I just own the story alone. Credits to the original creators. A special thanks to my co-writer, Ashley. I needed someone who was a native English speaker. And if you think I'm moving a bit fast with my story, don't worry about it! I have a plan, it just has to come together and be interesting. Lol, thank you for reading. Lots of love and byeeee~Ai/Aya