Jeff's been out for over two hours now. For some reason I had a really bad feeling in my stomach. I couldn't relax the whole time. Like something bad was about to happen. But all I could do was watch the stairs that led up to the exit as I sat on that couch and waited. The anxiety level was high.

Bright sunlight that shone through that basement window was now replaced with a cloudy gloom. You could hear thunder here and there. Any minute now it could start raining.

I was instantly alarmed when I heard the door unlocking. My stare fixated on it. Jeff walked in and descended the stairs. His clothes extremely bloody. Not like that last time. Or any time. They were nearly drenched in red liquid. His face stained with dry blood as well.

He noticed my tensed look and gave me a questioning smile. "Something wrong?"

I sighed and shook my head slowly as I turned it away from him. Right about that time the rain went off. Heavily. Buckets of it. Reminding me of the day I first met Jeff.

"I guess I made it right on time. Although I could use a little washing up." He chuckled under his breath. He seemed strangely happy.

"You went all out I see. Who did you kill that made you so happy?" I asked a bit annoyed for some reason.

He hesitated for a second. "Just some random girl. No big deal."

Liar.

I stared at him in distrust as he walked to the bathroom, closing the door. Something was definitely fishy here. Jeff did something that he's hiding from me. I just knew it. He's a twisted bastard. I still couldn't believe that I kissed him. Stupid. What has gotten into me? And now he thinks I like him or whatever. Embarrassing.

Sound of water, falling to the shower floor came from the bathroom. There had to be a way of finding out what was he hiding. But the only evidence was his hoodie that was in the bathroom with him. I sighed. Was I really going to take that risk? It could really just be nothing. I was about to just shake it off, but my impulses did the opposite. I walked closer to the bathroom door and opened it slightly to peek in. To my luck the shower curtains were closed.

Jeff's hoodie laid on the floor in the middle of the room which was a couple of feet away from me. There was something familiar in it's pocket. I carefully took a step closer. Then another step. Then a third st-

"Wanna join me, dollface? Can't wait?" A smirk was heard in Jeff's voice. I blushed. Fuck. I thought I made no sound. Sneaky bastard.

In embarrassment I steamed out without answering. He let out a loud laugh. I was heating up like never before. It was my luck he didn't show himself in full glory while I was there.

But what was in his hoodie pocket? I swear it was something silver. Something small and delicate. Why would he have something like that?

I heard the door open. When I glanced back I saw Jeff. Water on his long black hair was dripping on his shirtless body. Seriously, I'm right here. Does he not have any shame? I blushed even harder. Then looked away.

"When will you ever learn to cover up?" I asked, avoiding him in sight.

I got that same obnoxious laugh in response. "Don't pretend you don't like it."

My body tensed up. "I don't! And would you stop laughing already?" As I said that I felt his breath right behind my ear. He let out a slow deep chuckle mocking my demand. It sent a weird tingle throughout my whole body. I tried to ignore that.

As the smiling bastard headed to the be bedroom to get some clothes from the pile I quickly turned to the room that the hoodie was in. Making sure to not look suspicious I went ahead and examined the bloody piece of clothing. The thing in it's pocket. It was a necklace. Natalie's necklace. What the fuck is it doing here? Did he... no. It can't be.

I rushed to the room that Jeff was changing in without any shame and stretched my hand with the piece of jewelry towards him. "What's this?! What did you do?"

He looked at me blankly, except for the artificial smile, looked at the necklace, then back at me. "I did nothing that you should be concerned about."

"Then why do you have Natalie's necklace in your pocket?" I raged.

"First of all, you should remember one of the rules. You don't mention whoever the fuck used to be in your life. Especially that bitch." He was getting angry. But so was I.

"Don't you fucking dare calling Natalie a bitch! You have no right. And guess what. You can order me around as much as you want, I am my own person and I will not obey you. I'm not scared of you! So go ahead, hit me, throw me around. I will not let you control me! Now answer my fucking question and tell me what you did to Natalie!"

Jeff's glare was cold. "Fine." He gave me a sarcastic grin. "You wanna know what happened to her? I'll tell you what happened." He chuckled slightly. "Though, I think you already know." His eyes were filled with twisted evil joy. My breath fastened. My heart was overflowing with odium.

"I had no choice, (y/n). She deserved to die."

"What the fuck did she ever do to you to deserve it? Out of all the people she deserved to live the most. You promised me that you wouldn't hurt her if I came with you." I sobbed.

"She loved you. That's what. She was a rival to me." He explained calmly.

"Of course she loved me! She was my best friend!"

"No, (y/n), she loved you more than just a friend." He added.

"What-" I stopped. I didn't expect that. I mean, he could just be using this as an excuse of why he killed her. It didn't matter. I couldn't say another word to this guys. I couldn't even look at him. I didn't want to look at him. Natalie was gone because if his twisted beliefs.

I ran out of the room and locked myself in the bathroom. Jeff ran after me, but didn't make it before I slammed the door right in his face. With my back leaning against it I slid down to the floor and broke down. I cried without any shame to let my voice out. I didn't care that Jeff heard it. I didn't care what he thought.

I couldn't see anything. Drops fell to my knees staining them wet.

I was so ashamed. So ashamed I have ever even thought about being nice to him. I hated him, I hated the world... and I hated myself. How could have I ever trust him. I was so stupid. And because of that she died. Natalie was gone. The only person that has ever accepted me for who I am. The only person I could trust fully. She was always there for me. No matter what. And I... I failed to protect her when it was most needed.

"Come on out now, (y/n). Don't be so dramatic." Jeff said from behind the door. I ignored him. He didn't deserve not even the slightest bit of my attention. I just kept on sobbing. I couldn't control it. Everything seemed like a dream. And I wish it was. I wish I woke up next to Natalie. I wish I had never met Jeff.

Thoughts about how I could have avoided this were going through my mind. If I hadn't have gone to that haunt, if I had told the police about Jeff when I had the chance. It was my fault.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered under my breath. "I brought you all of these troubles. And now you're dead. It's so unfair to you." Tears still ran like two rivers down my cheeks.

I felt a bang on the door that made me jump slightly. "Open up, now!"

I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I stopped myself and remained silent.

He kept on banging more and more aggressively. "I'll break this fucking door open if I have to!" I heard something break in the other room.

My sobs slowly became calmer. I took a few deep breaths and looked up to the ceiling. Her parents... they're gonna be crushed. Just when I thought I was done crying it came again. The tears.

My life was like a blessing. I had everything I could have needed. Sure, my real family wasn't much, but yet again. Natalie was always there to help me through it.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I screamed. I screamed all of my pain out. Ending it with a couple of final sobs. After that I felt empty. Nothing was left inside me.

The banging stopped. It was silent for a good minute.

"(Y/n)... I'm sorry..." I heard a weak mumble. "Please, just come out. I won't do anything to you. I won't hurt you I swear." He sounded frustrated, but like he actually regretted his behavior.

I remained silent for a little more.

"Please..."

Finally, I stood up and unlocked the door. As soon as I did, it shut open. Jeff instantly tackled me with a hug, but I pushed him away with all the strength I had left and walked past him to the other room. He didn't take it too well as he grabbed onto his hair, his breath got intense. Then he turned to me. I didn't give him any attention. I simply went to the mattress and sat in the far corner of it. Jeff followed.

"I-I'm sorry! How many times do I have to say it?" He was frustrated.

Unbelievable. I looked up at him. "Seriously? You think an apology is just gonna make it okay? It's not. But why do I even try to explain this to you. You don't have any empathy to understand anyway. You're just a sociopathic killer. Nothing more..."

This was driving him crazy. I could tell he was about to lose it. It was scary. I was waiting for some kind of violence, but it never came. He suddenly sat on the other end of the mattress and grabbed onto his head, trying to contain himself, slightly rocking front to back. That's what he deserved. To feel like that. No, he deserved worse. I watched him in his misery like that for hours. Until dusk took over.