Lethal •My Jeff The Killer Origin Story•

Part. 6, The End Of My Happiness

Jeffery, as if breaking out of a trance, fell backwards, and crawled away, sniffling and panting.

"I-I," he stuttered weakly, before snapping his head in shock as Peter yelled," Son- Son what the hell did you do!?" Peter beseeched as he fell to his knees, gasping for air from fear and shock like he as well had only just saw the sight.

Jeffery stared at him, before crawling fully into the bathroom and slamming the door to hide away.

For a second, he looks below him, sporting a delicate finger in his hand. He picks it up, before tossing it away wearily.

Liu couldn't believe what he heard.

He didn't want to cause a problem by getting up, it sounded serious, so he decided to just sit at his door and listen. Boy, did he regret that. Especially when the blood seeped below the door, catching along the crooks of his hand, making his breath hitch.

He sobbed, and crawled to his bed, wanting to hide away as a child does. As if it was a monster outside his door, and it'd get him too if he opened it.

The splat sound was indescribable and horrid, no doubt the smell wasn't much different. His screams could never be as loud as the symphony of hers.

He clasped at his sides in an attempt to comfort himself, as he jerked in his sniffles." Stop crying," A raspy voice calls out to him, as he hid in his knees." N-no, She's-, he," "It'll be okay, stop crying. You don't need her, or him, or anyone. You only need me, Liu." He looks up into the room, but no one stood there." Are-, are you sure, Sully?"

His face suddenly changes to a wicked grin, while his eyes thin, his tears still falling." Of course, only, me."

Jeffery honed in on the sound of his father's cries dying down, his heart beating almost out of his chest as he hid deeper inside his hoodie.

Peter didn't know what to do. He knew why Jeffery did it, but the fact he even could scares him. But most of all, Peter couldn't believe his wife, his partner for the rest of his life, was gone, taken by their own offspring.

He felt like grabbing the teen by the throat, and choking him until he fell limp like her, but at the same time, he could only see a scared boy, protecting himself. He wouldn't hurt the same being, couldn't, that would run around his house to find something he lost, the small child that when he first said his name, he smiled. He couldn't hurt the boy that was so grateful and happy when Peter agreed to teach him how to cook when he was only ten, the small boy that loved him, even if he was the one to put the gun up to his head.

Why did they give up on him that day? Why did he let Margaret convince him that Jeffery didn't need them when he needed them the most?

He couldn't stay here, not anymore. It was far too late for any of them to mend their wrongs now.

"I'm... I'm calling the sheriff.." Jeffery's eyes widen in alarm, as he stared at the blank door in fear.

"Don't... dont fucking move, I'm going to sort this out..."

He stumbled his way down the stairs, and that's when Jeffery slowly peeled open the door, watching his father's retreating footsteps.

That's when he made a hasty decision, one made of fear and reconciliation, but one that would turn into a nightmare mistake he'd reep for years.

Silently making his way to his room, Jeffery gave no less than seven minutes to packing up his stuff and hopping out his bedroom window and onto the roof of the patio conveniently there. If it were any more he'd sure someone would catch him.

There wasn't even a silver of an idea of where he could go. He pushed aside his emotions, rushing down the alleyways of suburban homes with adrenaline he hasn't felt in years. He didn't know how long it had been, but he won't stop until his legs force him to.

It's as his brain comes back to him after tonight's events, that he felt something.

The same feeling of bliss crawls up his back, itching at him like a reward. Some part of him enjoyed killing his mother. Jeffery was the one to put her in a better place, he did the good deed. That's how that part of him saw it, and that's how it'd always see it.

Jeffery huffs softly, smashing down next to a tree, blinking owlishly at the snow piling up below his shoes.

He didn't need to go anywhere because he wanted to be away. He needed to go because he didn't want Liu or his father to see what he was going to do to the world. Not yet, at least.

He was going to do big things... he could feel it. Even if it didn't feel right now, something inside him... liked how the blood flowed through his fingers, how cool it felt when touching his burning wounds...

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And that concludes this small series, I hope you enjoyed it, and if you'd like, tell me which Creepypasta I should take a spin on next time.

Have a lovely Day/Night!