This chapter contains vulgar language.

be prepared!

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Giving a long breath you stopped sniffing, trying to dry your own tears with the sheets. You were hurt, inside and outside. Jeff had yet again gone all out on you without any sign or consideration of mercy. However the whole ordeal seemed different now.

You cringed a little when you heard glass shattering loudly against the bathroom tiles, the raging fumes of Jeff's voice bouncing off of the white walls and making it seem as if he was screaming right next to you. Whatever had caused Jeff to become this enraged was a complete mystery to you; the only thing you knew is that he was angry.

Extremely, utterly and terrifyingly angry.

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Your breathing was heavy, the sweat rolling off of your forehead and chest, not to mention the tears falling from your eyes. You had promised yourself not to cry again when something like this happened, since it was somewhat inevitable, but you couldn't help yourself. You felt exhausted and pained, but were more concerned about Jeff's mood. You still felt his nails dug deep into the flesh of your hips and you knew he had enjoyed every single scream you gave.

However it was now completely silent.

He didn't give you a remark on your performance; he didn't give you a remark about what you didn't do... You didn't even hear him laugh or breathe like he did last times. No... You heard absolutely nothing, absolute silence... Was this it?

"It can't be..." You heard him murmur; however this time his tone was a lot darker than before, a lot sinister, a lot more... Confused... Scared... Afraid? He didn't react at all how you expected him to react... Instead it was different, he was different.

"It can't fucking be." This time it was louder, more powerful. You still felt his nails digging deeper into the flesh of your hips and you dared to move your head a little, trying to look at him in order to understand better what he was talking about. What couldn't be?

Did you do something wrong again?

"Why isn't this fucking it?!" He now yelled, letting go of your backside before you saw his hand swinging over the edge of the bathtub, taking along parts of the silver water tap. His force so strong that the small parts came flying in your direction and denting the whole bathtub.

You were gazing at the raging man in fear, wondering what was causing this sudden change in actions and behavior. His wide-open eyes spat fire as his gaze was more insane than you had seen before. He was breathing heavily, like a wild animal ready to rip open its prey.

He didn't seem to notice you at all because his fists began slamming at the edges of the bathtub repeatedly while screaming the same sentence over and over again.

"WHY?!" Nothing was spared as he flung his arms around once more, only for the sole purpose of destruction. You felt fear filling your veins again and you began to realize that this was a good moment to get the hell away from this guy.

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And so you had ran, stumbling out of the bathtub and avoiding the flying objects Jeff unintentionally threw your way. You remembered how the wounds began to stung, reopening because the need of getting out what greater than keeping your wounds closed.

He would cause more wounds if you'd stay there.

The bandages are still inside of the bathroom. You didn't get a chance to grab them or anything. The only thing that had mattered then and there was that you had to get out immediately. He didn't seem like he had control over himself, like he had control over anything.

You just hoped he didn't break your splint in a fit of rage, but you doubted it.

You had grabbed a shirt and underwear off of the ground as you were now lying half wet in his bed. Each time closing your eyes when Jeff had yet again destroyed another piece of furniture. You had no idea what to do with this situation, what to expect when Jeff would be walking through that door again.

You also didn't know what had triggered him, but it surely was something new. Even though he was extremely rough, coarse and unrefined he never made a mess like this. At least, not in front of you.

"THE FACK IS IT?!" You heard him screeching. You had no idea what he was talking about, what was going on in that mind of his. But that was nothing new. You could never predict this guy. He was different every day, more insane at one moment and more 'normal' at the other.

After the whole incident he had shown you some twisted form of compassion by showing you Rayne, by washing your back and cleaning your wounds. Then he forced himself onto you again like he did before... But he had never one single time reacted like he did now.

It was as if he was searching for something, as if he was trying to figure something out. What exactly did he mean by 'Show me that this is the reason why you are still alive.'?

You didn't know and to be honest you didn't want to know either. So many things came at you all at once and you had no idea what to think of them, how to handle them. You are alive but why? Why did Jeff go through so much shit to save you, even bringing you to your own friend?

You cringed again when another piece of furniture collided roughly with the ground, probably shattering in thousands of pieces. You didn't know that there would be any furniture left, but he managed to find some anyway. You just hoped that once he was done there he wouldn't continue on in this room.

Your head was pounding again and you tried to stop some of the bleeding with your dirty, old shirt. You knew it didn't help but you had to do something about it. You then noticed the screaming, raging and throwing had stopped as only silence came from the bathroom.

Your body immediately tensed, trying not to make any noise in order to listen what was going on in that small room. You indeed heard nothing but silence and decided to sit up a little, hoping this way to hear more. Unfortunately for you, there still was silence.

Suddenly the door opened and you held your breath to prepare yourself for what was to come. Would he literally jump out and abuse or kill you? Would he be totally calm and walk out of the door? Or would he... You didn't have time to think more about it, because now Jeff was walking out of the door.

He only wore sweatpants, breathing loudly and nearly faltering out of the doorway. Sweat was rolling off of his body, his hair either wet of the bath water or his own sweat. You swallowed slowly, keeping your gaze onto the smiley killer as his eyes traveled to yours.

He only stared at you with an expression you couldn't place. You almost felt shocked when you looked at him. When you looked at his expression. The carved in smile made it even worse and you wondered what was going on with him.

His eyes seemed dull, seemed empty. Something you had never seen before. He always had this insane glimmer in them, this lust for blood, this craving for the death that made you fear every single second of your miserable life with him.

Yet right now he seemed tired, done... Confused.

He slowly walked over to you, his gaze focused on something else but you couldn't pinpoint what it was. He was still breathing loudly, showing that all the throwing and rampaging around took its toll on the usually untiring killer. You didn't know that he had a limit.

Once near the bed he let himself fall down onto it, making your small form shaking a little from the shifting weight on the mattress. You only stared at him as his gaze was focused on the ceiling. You had never seen him like this before.

So silent, so calm...

So...

Defeated.

What did you do? What made him go on a rampage and come out like this?

"Jeff..."

"Here" He interrupted you before you could even think of what you were about to say. You saw him throwing something at you and once you had grabbed the small object you noticed it was your own splint. You took a glance at the object before your eyes moved over to him.

He didn't destroy it. He didn't destroy your splint on his fit of rage while you were sure the whole bathroom looked like a hurricane came through it.

He was still lying motionlessly on the bed, his fixation on the ceiling never ending. You didn't know what to say, if you even had to say anything to him. He was acting so strange, so vulnerable... Maybe this indeed was a good time to say something to him.

You didn't like the way he acted. When he was angry, lustful or even insane you knew how to react, you knew what would trigger him and what would be a more safe answer... But right now you didn't know if he would suddenly burst into a fit of rage or...

"Jeff... Are you alright?" Before you even thought about it, these words had left your mouth. You didn't want to say you were concerned about him... But you were a little. Even if it was only for your own well-being. If he had enough of you then it would be the end.

You'd be dead on the spot.

He didn't answer. Not even a 'Shut up' or 'stop fucking talking'. There was absolutely no sign that he had heard you and this made you wonder even more. Did he ignore you like he did other times? Did he not want to answer you? Or did he really not hear you?

You decided that the last one wasn't legit. He had heard you alright, but he didn't seem to be in the mood for talking. Or there was something else which caused him to ignore you. Thinking of what else you could say to catch his attention, to make sense out of this situation you began to get lost for words.

It was as if this all never happened. As if this act of kindness, forcing himself onto you and this rampage was just an illusion... For all you knew it was. You were rudely interrupted from your thoughts when you felt something dripping on your naked legs.

As you looked down you saw it was blood. Your own blood. You were so engulfed into thinking what was going on that you forgot about your wounds. It wasn't much blood; surely not by far enough to put you into a shock but you'd rather do something about it.

Hoping that Jeff didn't damage any of the bandages you decided to apply them first. Jeff clearly didn't want to talk and something told you that the chance of him getting angry now was low. Not entirely gone, because he was unpredictable, but low.

You slowly moved forward, wanting to get out of the bed and towards the bathroom. However when you had moved a little you suddenly felt a hand roughly grabbing your pulse, squeezing hard in the tender flesh and making you tense all over again.

"Don't move." Your eyes immediately went towards his, staring at him and processing what he had just said. He didn't want you to move. Was he getting...? Angry again? You noticed that you held your breath, the pace of your heart speeding up as you only stared at the killer.

"Shut up and lie down." You didn't even speak but you knew this was serious. You were a little confused, but then again that was nothing new. You were constantly confused for the past few days. Fearing that he might go on a rampage again if you didn't obey him you slowly scooted back.

He didn't let go of your pulse as you slowly lay down, staring at the ceiling and wondering what he was going to do. He, however, did absolutely nothing. Only grabbing your pulse and slowly tracing his thumb over your soft and tender flesh.

Some sort of... Twisted kind of comforting.

But you didn't say anything about it. You didn't pull back, afraid that each move would trigger him.

So you just lay there alongside of this killer. Wondering whatever was going on in that mind of his.

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Here's the new chapter!!

I'm sorry for the long wait guys, I had written part of this chapter fairly quickly, however the rest was pretty difficult. That an the fact that I was kind of busy made the whole thing coming later again.

Notice that this chapter is zooming in more on the relationship between Jeff and the reader. Reading the comments last time made me really glad because some of you were almost right on point of what Jeff meant. Let's see if any of you guys now know what is going on and what Jeff is feeling right now.

At this point the reader still isn't very fond of Jeff, however because he showed some twisted kindness to her, she can tolerate him more. She is still on guard, because the last time Jeff had shown her one of her friends, she died.

Also people are asking me when I'll update again. Sadly I don't have a designated deadline anymore simply because I cannot make it true. It could be that upcoming week I'm extremely busy while over 3 weeks I have more time on my hands. I can't plan at the moment, so writing fits in my schedule whenever I have free time.

This will change soon and I'll hope that I can go back to writing every two weeks or even sooner.

Until then this have to do.

I'll reply to all messages, some comments and other things later. Also if yo really have something important to ask me, make sure to leave a message. I don't care whether it's about the story, simply a question or a 'hi'. You may ask everything but I can't always read the comments, so send me a message and I'll respond to it 99% of the time.

Have a terrific day, darlings. >:D