•Jeff the KillerXAudrey • (oc)

• Chapter 6: Home? •

"Okay...ill ask once again...May you please give me your sweater?" I ask

"How many times do i have to tell you?! no!"

"Oh come on Jeffrey! Soon my auntie and her friend will come home! And we don't want them knowing who you are!" I said half yelling and pleading

We were both at my aunties personal laundry room as me and Jeff argued over 10 minutes about him taking off his sweater. Not only it smelled like dirty sweat boy and blood but it looked as if he just came out of a slaughtering house

"What? Too ashamed for them to see me who I truly am?" He hissed, crossing his arms

"Look, if we're gonna keep this secret the least you can do is cooperate and give me your sweater" I say irritated, Hopefully the "nicer" way will maybe change his mind

Before he can say another word, Jeff turns around and scoffs away walking out of the laundry room

Sighing tiredly already losing this battle. I turn around about to put all the cleaning supplies away, I felt a soft material hit behind my head and back

"Huh?" Grabbing whatever Jeff threw at me. Feeling a warm yet hard material in my hands. Viewing it, it was his white sweater...not only his sweater but....his pants, socks too......

"I'll be in your room trying to find any clothes to squeeze in" he says, hearing him walk away. I turn around taking one step

"W-wait!" I yell out, his foot steps stopped as i hear him walk back. Standing in the middle of the laundry room waiting either for him to come in or not, i just wish not see him walk inside with only his boxers on, i would rather wish he did not...

But instead his head pop'ed out. He hummed annoyed staring at me with a dull yet bored gaze

"U-um...wouldnt you at least take a shower first before you change into new clothes?" I ask him, he tilt head, questioning by what I mean

"What? But, aren't I wearing my same clothing once it's done washing?" He ask

"Well... in the newspaper, you were wearing the same clothes and if my aunt or her friend sees you with the exact same clothes shown in the picture and not having anything to cover your mouth....Its best to be safe than sorry for you to wear a different clothing and something to cover your mouth.." I suggest, thinking what way to cover him

"Ugh, fine, but is there like a small box I can put my clothes in? Yknow, just somewhere were it wouldn't get lost or whatever" he asked

"Will a shoe box be okay?" I ask

"Uh...yeah sure, that's fine" he agreed before walking away heading down to the bathroom. I smile softly to myself, relief we wouldn't argue what kind of box he wants to put inside his clothes 

Going back to work, I look down at the dirty clothing he gave me...his sweater was down right dirty that's for sure. Smelling like a dead animal mix with sweat, as if swam into a swamp

Opening the washing machine while holding in my breath, I throw inside his sweater

Next was his pants, looking down at it, since it was in a different color than his sweater, maybe its best to clean them both separately. Moving to his socks, they were already smelling terrible. Not only they smelled terrible the but they looked horrible. It was already pich black and just down right dirty. Holes in them as if a hobo used them before throwing them away

While putting Jeff's clothing inside the washing machine, I couldn't help but start to think of how long he's been running from the police....he must've already been exhausted right before he saved me from those thug men. No wonder he ate everything inside the fridge...