Lethal Passion (Jeff The Killer)

Chapter 43. Worried

The man stood at the doorway, his eyes glaring at me. He started to walked inside, slowly, he walked towards me. With every step he take, I grew more anxious. Who is he? He looked really mad, is he going to hurt me!?

He was just a few steps away from me when I turned around. Feeling threatened, I backed away though it was done in such a clumsy order because of my broken foot.

We moved in sync, him walking closer while I limped farther from him until my back hit the wall. If looks could kill, I'd be dead because of the glare he's giving me. Who is he!?

I pressed myself further in the wall, if only I could walk through walls . . .
He stopped when we were only a few inches away. His intense gaze burning into my soul while mine were of confusion and fear, and he did what I was expecting the least of all,

He threw his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug, I stiffened at the sudden action. What's with him? Do I know him? I really don't remember anything . . .

"I . . . I thought you were dead . . ." His voice shook and it came out raspy, he sounded angry, worried and confused as he pressed me tighter and closer to him.

There was a long moment of silence, I stood awkwardly one on foot while a man- practically a stranger, hugged me. I hesitated whether to hug back or what, my arms were frozen as they hang on my sides, I don't know what to do, I don't even remember who he is!

"Why . . . aren't you . . . pushing me away?" He whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. Push him away? Why?

"Um . . . I- . . ." I fidget and nearly lost my balance, "W-Who are you?" I asked and broke the hug, I hopped to the side and put a space between us.

"What?" He stared at me, his glare turned into one of confusion.

"I-I'm sorry, the doctor said that I'm suffering from amnesia." I stated, "I d-don't remember anything." I mumbled, is he someone important? I knew I should've made Billy stay, this is so confusing.

His eyes grew wide. Wait, why isn't he blinking? Doesn't that hurt? No, I shouldn't be worried about his eyes, his whole face is not normal. What's with that carved-in smile . . .?

He looked really shocked with what I said, "Uh . . . Do I know you or . . ..?" I asked as I studied his features. Maybe he's just a cosplayer?

My questioned seemed to snap him back into reality, he looked like he was brainstorming for a moment before his mouth slowly formed into a grin, a very creepy grin, "Yes, I'm actually your roommate, I live here with you." Amusement filled his raspy voice as he said so, but the way he said it sounded a bit sarcastic. A roommate?

"Roommate?" I asked. He gave me a nod, but I somewhat feel like I'm being tricked.

"I'm glad you're okay." His grin turned into a sly one, Okay I'm starting to doubt him.

"What exactly is my relationship with you?" I rudely asked, the way he speaks and smiles really creeps me out, it sort of sounded like he was lying too. I better put my guard on.

"Oh, we go way back . . ." He shrugged and ignored the tone of my voice, "We knew each other when we were young." He muttered.

"Is that so?"

"Uh huh." He hummed with a smirk before his expression turned into a confused one again, "If you don't remember anything, how did you get here by yourself?" He stared at me.

"Oh, a friend drove me here though I'm not sure because I don't know remember him either . . ." I mumbled, "But, he really helped me tonight and he was there in the hospital with me so I think he's telling the truth." I gave a small smile.