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?

13. Chapter 13

It was the day after Bradd had left to find out more about my life history, so I was left with Jeff The Killer. He stayed in Bradd's bedroom, or fell asleep on the couch. Anyway, I woke up and got dressed into ( casual/set?id=15...) skinny jeans ripped at the knee, a white top, checkered shirt and my favorite boots! Then I walked out of my bedroom, and went to sit in the living room. I didn't feel like having anything this morning, I guessed Jeff didn't either; he was sat in the armchair and not in the kitchen. I asked if he was okay but, he just: looked at me, sighed, then put his head in his hands.

I quietly, and unhurriedly tiptoed over to him and pat his back, comforting him hoping he would tell me what was wrong. After 5 minutes though, I went to sit down on the couch...I was about to turn the television on but I felt Jeff's gave linger on my hunched posture. I had my knees to my chest, one arm across my knees and the other turning on the TV. Jeff kept his eyes locked onto my, since I had to look back at him. Before I knew it, we still looked at each other, but he sat in-front of me on the couch, both of us facing each other.

Somehow, the lights had dimmed and he leaned closer to me, but he stood up, and walked looked at me, if it was possible his eyes became pure black coal colored, filled to the brim with lust. I stood up, hesitant as to what was going to happen so I took my gaze of him at looked at the clock. 10:24 am! I looked back at him, he was closer now and yet again before I knew it, held me up against the wall, with one of his hands trapped both of my weak wrists above my head. His other hand trailed to my lower back, and I couldn't help but bite my lip and look away. Therefore, he swiftly moved his hand to my chin and moved it to look at me, as I grew weaker and weaker.

That look in his eye stayed, and his looked into my eyes the way his does now. Nonetheless, our lips connected instantly, like they were made for each other. It was pure bliss! Both of Jeff's hands trailed to my lower back once more before making their way up inside my shirt. I couldn't help but let my hands be attracted to his neck, as I softly lay them around his neck. This week was going to be good...