The Theory. (A Jeff The Killer Story) (JeffxReader)

Chapter Sixteen. See you soon.

I got out my phone and opened Mila's contact.

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                                                                           Idiot bestie (Mila love <3)

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Hey, how are you?

Good.

Ok, so, I wanted to ask, and I won't be

mad, have you been sleeping in my room?

Yeah. I needed a place to crash.

HUH? Did the old lady

kick you out or something?

I figured it wasn't safe to stay

at our house anymore in case

You decided to rat me out.

Mila?

Try again.

Who the fuck is this.

You know exactly who this is.

WHERE IS SHE

She's not dead if that's what you mean.

NO, I MEAN WHERE IS MILA?

DO YOU HAVE HER?

Nope. She's in the shower. I was

just going through her phone.

You creep. Get out

of her apartment.

Alright, I'll see you soon.

What?

Hello?

RESPOND?

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I tried to call multiple times to no avail. I started to panic. I closed my window and locked it, then I went to my door and locked it. I started running around the apartment locking all the windows. I put a chair under the door handle of the front door. I felt two hands grab me from behind. I scream and pulled away. Luckily, it wasn't Jeff.

"Hey, what's wrong? What happened?" He said responding to my panic.

"Listen, I'm not safe, He's coming to get me," I said starting to cry.

"Coming to get you? Listen I get your not going to tell me what happened but no one is going to get you here-" He said as I cut him off

"No! That's not what I mean! I mean he's coming here!" I yelled

"Coming here...you mean right now?" He asked.

"I MEAN HE'S ALREADY IN THE BUILDING DUMBASS!"I said as I started to cry hysterically. I knew Mila's apartment wasn't far, he would be here soon. Nick grabbed his gun from the bathroom.

"Listen, if anyone tries to get in here I will protect you, I promise. I may think you're a liar but I'm not letting you die. Do you know if this guy has a gun?" He said. I looked down.

"I...I don't think so. He likes knives." I said as I subconsciously put my hand up to my face and traced my scar. He gently grabbed my wrist.

"You're ok, alright? No one is going to hurt you again." He said.

I wanted to just run away, I wanted to go somewhere safe. Suddenly he hugged me. I was confused at first, I wasn't used to anybody touching me besides Mila. Was he trying to comfort me? I decided to hug him back. After a moment of hugging, he let me go. He took me to the couch and sat me down, then he got me a glass of water and sat down with me. I wiped my tears and tried to stop crying.

"I want you to know I didn't hurt anyone. I would never hurt Mila. I'm not an evil person." I said. He looked over at me while he sat next to me.

"I know. You don't need to worry about that anymore." He said.

"Well...you said you thought I was guilty though.." I said

"Oh well, I lied. I figured if I made you think you were going to get arrested you would tell me who actually did it." He said in his usual calm tone. I looked at him with an 'are you fucking kidding me' look.

"Seriously? Y'know your kind of an asshole." I said

"Yeah, I get that a lot. But you know you don't mean it." He smiled

"Ugh, anyways, shouldn't you be standing at the door guarding me or something?" I said

"Everything is locked, if anyone gets in they will have to break a window or a door, and I will hear that. Plus I have a gun and he doesn't," he said

"I hate that you think. Be more stupid please, you're making me look bad." I said

"Just rest up a bit ok? It's late. I will wake you up if anything happens." He said

"Alright. But if you let me die I will haunt you." I said

"I'm counting on it." He replied

I got comfy and rested against the couch. I feel like I'm putting too much faith in him, but at the same time, I feel so safe. Time to finally get some rest...