What Did I Do With My life? Jeff The Killer Reader

by BatteryKol

Katherine thinks she is part of a normal family but she can't put up with it. One night she finds herself making friends with a killer and moving in with him. A few days later, she meets the killer friend (Jeff The Killer) and falls in love with him. On top of that, she finds out she is Satan's daughter and develops wings and horns. Will she stay with Jeff or be with Bradd?

3. Chapter 3

Both Bradd and me slowly trekked our way through the wood, in complete and utter silence. I sighed heavily; it was so good to go in the wood again! I used to, and still know almost the whole like the back of my hand. As we both plodded up a huge and steep hill, I missed a step as nearly plummeted to the bottom. Until I felt a hand grasp onto mine, so I opened my eyes and saw Bradd telling me try and pull myself up. I immediately did as he asked, while he held onto a thick tree and pulling himself up as well. Once we got to the top of the hill (which was not far from where I fell) he asked me:
"Are you okay Katherine?" As I felt a slight blushed creep onto my face, and answered a quick yes.
It seemed weird how my name rolled of his tongue so smoothly. We started walking again, and I got bored; I grabbed my phone and earphones, and started to listen to (my second favorite band) Pain by Hollywood Undead! ( watch?v=djgoD-ud... ) After around 20 seconds of the lustful music, I started to hum it. Yet again, I heard Bradd giggle?

As if on Que, Bradd stopped walking when the song finished. I turned off my phone, including the music and sent him a stern but questioning look. He slowly pointed to a: beautiful, wooden cabin, with 4 windows on each side. It was the size of a normal house on the outside, but once we both got inside, it seemed bigger! So, Bradd and I walked through the: tall, and dark door and the first thing I saw was: a living room with one side wall on my right hand side. On the left was what seemed like a use-able kitchen. Bradd showed me where his room was (at the end of the hall), and where mine was, which was first room on the right. The bathroom was across from my room so that was good!

Bradd left me to unpack my bags in my, new room. It seemed oddly polished and cleaned, with new pillow cases and sheets. I couldn't do this anymore. I burst out crying as I sat on the plain white bed, head in my hands. I quickly stopped when I realized I still had to unpack my bags.
"What have I done..." I slowly whispered; I stood up to unpack my bags.