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Trust Issues . ( ( Jeff The Killer Romance Story ) )

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After I cooled down , I walked back into the room to find him gone . My heart stopped beating at that moment. No . No , this . . This wasn't happening . I felt the cool breeze of the open window hit me .  

At least he was out of the house . But . . I needed to leave . Just pack up , and never look back . It wasn't like I had anybody I wanted to stay for . I would just have to sacrifice the last week of school , and the graduation party .  

I began packing immediately , grabbing everything that I found 'sentimental.' I would need to send for the furniture later , the only thing that was at my parents was a bed and a television . I dreaded living in that house . . But facing a vengeful serial killer seemed like a much bigger issue than simple paranoia .  

My parents house was about a city away from where I was currently at , so it would take about a day to get there . 

After about two hours , I reached the Ferrie's entrance . It was about 5 A.M. , which meant that I would get a discount for arriving so early . Score . 

The boat was very boring . I decided that although it'd be cold , that I'd go onto the deck . When I opened the door , the icy air slapped me in the face , whipping my hair around . But I had to admit , it was a beautiful sight .  

''Hey there .'' I turned to see a boy about a year or two older than me walking towards me . 

I smiled . ''Hi .''  

He leaned on the railing next to me , and gazed at the sea .  

''Where you headed ?'' He asked curiously . 

The man's blue green eyes gazed at me , while his blonde hair flowed .  

''Uhh . . Seattle .'' I replied . ''Ahh . Wonderful city , just rains a lot .'' I laughed . ''Yeah , it does . What about you ?'' The man looked back at the sea . ''Same , actually . Just visiting , though . What's your name ?'' A flirtatious tone suddenly entered his voice . 

''Lucy.'' I lied . 

''Beautiful name . Can I get your number ?''  

I bit my lip , but decided I'd give him a fake one .  

''Sure.'' After I gave him my fake digits , I walked back inside , and fell asleep .  

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I was standing in front of the huge house . 

My nerves were shot , and screaming at me to not go in . 

Going against my will , I walked to the front door , and turned the key . 

The house smelt and looked just how I remembered it - Like my Mom's perfume , and clean .Of course there was some sweeping to be done , but other wise it was clean. Shadows loomed everywhere , and anxiety was starting to build up . Taking deep breaths , I started flicking on lights , and searching the house . I considerably calmed down when I realized there wasn't anyone here , except for me . 

As I walked up the stairs , the sound of a television sounded . My body froze . My mind was screaming because there was no reasonable explanation . 'Run . Run . Run .' my gut repeated . 

But where would I go ? I had spent a lot of my own money on getting here , and the bank of my parents will was closed at this time of day . 

I continued up and saw that the door was wide open . Stepping in , I saw him . His bandages were soaked with blood and sweat .  

When he spotted me , he growled . 

''H-Hey . . I think you should take it easy -" I said . 

''Shut. Up.'' He seethed as he walked towards me . 

I backed into the hallway , and felt trapped when I hit a wall . The man slammed his palms on each side of me . 

''Where the hell is my knife ?'' He asked . I thought about how it was back at my old apartment in a drawer . 

''I-I . . .'' Naturally , I put my hands on his abdomen to keep him away. 

The Murderer jumped back , his face wrenched in pain. I took this opportunity to grab a lamp , and slam it on his head . The sound of breaking glass boomed through the house , and then a still silence replaced it .  

My attacker didn't fall for ten seconds , but eventually feel forward onto me . As I pulled him back into the room the warm red liquid seeped into my shirt . Soon enough , he was on the bed , towels around and under him to prevent blood stains on the California King bed . I quickly ran down the stairs to grab some cable to tie him down again. When he was tied , I left the room and got to cleaning up the mess I had made . 'I still need to re bandage his wounds. .' I thought when I saw that his blood had trailed into the hallway . I knew that he was awake when I heard him struggling to get out of the ties . 

I laughed as I entered , sticking out my tongue to taunt the man .  

''Don't mess with me.'' He warned . 

''Don't mess with me.'' I mocked . 

I reached forward and started undoing his bandages .

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