Broken

Chapter 6

Thats right I said kissing. He full on, is kissing me on the lips. Why?! I- But- What?! Jeff pulled back and I stood there, with my mouth slightly parted, blinking. I was frozen in shock. I felt completely shocked. "Can I ask why?" I said quietly.

"It just gets pretty lonely when the only affection you get is from a dog. And it was nice having another persons affection. Even with you in the other room, it felt comforting to know you were there and I just don't know what came over me. I just have these feelings for you and they just sit and whenever  I see you its like those feelings just explode for no reason. It's pretty annoying acctually."

It looked like it was painful for him say that. I raised an eyebrow at him. "You.... Like me? Even though you've been a complete ass to me, you now are committing your love for me? What the fuck."

"I just don't know. Since you came around I couldn't take my mind off you." He looked frustrated.

"Well you should get over it I'm not going to be around much longer." I said definitely. I've never experienced a guy liking me before. This whole situation is so foreign to me. 

I slowly backed out of the room awkwardly and I felt some pity for the guy. I mean I guess he can't really help it but why should I care anyways.

"Jeff." I said sighing. He turned to me.

"Look I just wanted to get a little closure before I leave and say-"

"Don't say it." Jeff grumbled.

"Give me a valid reason not to."

"That's something you really don't need to know, and a long story at that."

"You can't just say there's a whole backstory and not tell me so spit it out before I leave." I said stepping back into his room.

"You're very pushy." Jeff said laying back down on his bed. And for that moment. I felt like a normal person, with normal feelings, having a normal conversation. Like I was a normal teen that didn't get bullied or have problems with depression. Her dad didn't abuse her, she had an actual friend. I felt like I lived an actual normal life. I guess that's what happen when you go a little crazy and kill a few people and make friends that also have klled a few people. It just becomes normal to you.

"Sit down." Jeff patted the bed next to him and I cautiously sat on the edge of the bed. "You're so stiff." Jeff chuckled.

"I am not. I am a killer! I'm as free as anyone." I said crossing my arms over my chest.

"Relax a little." I oh so slowly pushed myself to sit farther back on the bed. next to Jeff on the bed.

"So would you mind explaining why I can't simply thank you?" I demanded.

"It's kinda personal, more like very personal, a single peep about this to anyone and I will be the one that says good bye as the light slowly fades from your eyes." Jeff let out an annoyed sigh.

"So I used to have brother. And before everything happened we just moved to a new house and were bullied pretty badly and I did what any brother would do and protected my younger sibling. I tried to protect him as best I could. But when they pulled a knife and I attacked them. I think that was the last act of kindness I ever did. But he was my brother, and I cared for him. When he got sent to prison for a crime that I committed I felt so weak. I shouldn't have let my younger brother go to prison for something I did. But the worst part of it was that I enjoyed hurting them and would do it again in a heartbeat."

"What was his name?" I asked with curiosity tinging my voice.

"Lui." Jeff replied.

"Lui." I repeated.