Killer Can't Kill Me (JTK story) pt 12

Chapter Twelve

Juliet POV

I awoke in his arms. He wore a dark grey t-shirt, a hand resting on my hip. Jeff was asleep, breathing softly. We both lay on our sides, facing each other. Our faces were inches apart. I gently stroked his cheek a few times, he didn't stir. He looked so peaceful, his pink scar-lips in a small, calm smile. What was left of his burnt eyelids, blackened skin, covered his eyes. Tentatively, I ran my thumb over his right eyelid. The skin was rough and hard. I instantly pulled my thumb away, and just stroked his cheek and curled up against him, my forehead touching his collar bones.

For a while, I lay there thinking. Where would our relationship go? Jeff could certainly never meet my mother. She would know he was a killer, probably accuse him of killing Dad. I cringed at that thought, and moved on to more pleasant things. I could save up my money, and by my own little house out in the country, maybe with Jeff. We could grow old sitting on a porch being happy. I giggled at the thought, knowing Jeff would never do that.

Jeff stirred after I giggled, and I watched him wake up. His eyes flickered open, his black pupils dilating once he realized it was my face he was looking at. He smirked a bit, and took his hand from my hip and placed it on my hand that was striking his cheek. The gesture warmed my heart. I felt safe, secure in his gaze. He leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to mine, and froze there. Neither of us moved, our lips barely touching. It was like lighting a fire, and watching to see if it would go out for a few minutes. My heart raced, hammering in my chest. Jeff, moved, pressing his lips on to me slowly, dragging out the moment. I part my lips slightly, kissing him back. We kiss, and it's not awkward or bad, considering this was our second kiss. He kisses my cheek, my chin, and some of my neck. Each touch like fueling a fire. I knot my fingers in his hair, kissing him. Finally, our mouths ache and we can't hardly breath, and simply lay beside each other, hands entangled.

Commotion outside catches Jeff's attention, he mutters a few swear words and stands up, telling me to stay here. The door shuts behind me, and I take in my surrounds. The bed is a normal sized bed, with plain white sheets, pale blue pillows, and a thin green blanket with two cat eyes in the center. The walls were white with faded squares where paints once hung. Some boxes are stacked in a corner, a closet opposing the stack. A window is on the wall above the bed, sunlight streaming onto the mattress. I sit up, looking at my bare feet, wondering if Jeff took my shoes off while I slept. What is he doing anyway? As soon as the thought enters my consciousness, the door bursts open. Jeff is on the ground, arms firmly wrapped around a large dog's neck. The dog appeared to be a large Siberian husky, with a disturbing smile. Jeff had a weird smile, but this dog's smile pretty much screamed, "I will devour you whilst you watch." I stared at the dog warily. It struggled against Jeff's grasp. I broke free from Jeff's arms, much to Jeff's surprise, and tackled me. I yelped, then laughed as it licked my face. Jeff was bellowing swear words, and kicked the dog so loud it whimpered and jumped down from the bed. I got Jeff a dirty look.

"What the hell Jeff? It's a dog." Jeff leaps in the mattress, examining me.

"Did he bite you?" He asks, puzzled. Jeff takes my wrists in his hands, looking at my arms. His brows are furrowed in puzzlement and anger.

"No, he just licked me" I replied. Jeff let go of me.

"Oh."

Smiling, I lean forward, my lips a hair or two away from Jeff's, wiping the anger from his face. I pull away before we kiss and make sure the dog is OK. He sits on the floor, tail wagging, tongue lolling, attempting to lick my hand.

"You know who this dog is?" Jeff asked, watching the dog warily.

"Uhm....... No" I told him after thinking for a moment.

"Smile Dog, he eats humans. I can't understand why he isn't attacking you" Jeff stated. I patted the dog on the head.

"Maybe I'm just lovable like that" I say in a sarcastic sweet voice. Jeff chuckles, dropping the subject. Sally appears in the doorway, informing us that Jack got some doughnuts for us. It kinda seems weird to me that they eat. Who would have thought that these strange, often terrifying figures of horror eat such mundane things like doughnuts and popcorn? Except Jack, I'm pretty sure the only stuff he eats are organs.

Jeff, Smile Dog, and I leave the bedroom, and enter the living room, where Sally is sitting on the couch, stuffing her face with a powdered doughnut. It looked really cute and funny. Jeff chuckled as we joined her on the couch, snatching a chocolate doughnut. I take glazed doughnut and eat it, taking a cup of juice that was next to the box. We sat in the living room for an hour or two, talking. After chatting for a while, Jeff informs them that we are leaving. As we walk down the apartment stairs, I put my hand in his pocket and grab my keys. Jeff gives me a quizzical look, and I declare that he is forbidden to drive me anywhere. Taking my place in the driver's seat, I start the car. Jeff rolls down his window sticks his hand out it as we drive. The sun is bright and warm, not a single cloud in the sky.

"What shall we do today?" I ask Jeff. He smirks, lighting a cigarette, and gazes at me thoughtfully while taking drags off the cigarette.

"I don't know, relax?" He says.

"OK" I say, pulling onto my street. After we get to my house, I check to assure my Mom isn't home, grab a bag of potato chips and head upstairs. Jeff is sitting on my bed, I grabbed some jeans and a yellow tank top, dressing on my bathroom. Looking at my crazy hair, I ran my brush through it, brushed my hair, and spayed myself with a few puffs of perfume for good measure. Jeff was watching me intently when I opened the bathroom door. My easel was near him, the painting catching my attention. My fingers brushed the canvas, Jeff stared at it, his eyes focused on the version of myself in the background. Turning on the TV with my remote, the show, Friends, came on. Jeff watched the television while I stated a new painting. Every few minutes Jeff would look back at me, and turn slightly pink.

Each brush stroke had meaning, each color breathing life into the canvas. Slowly, a wilting field of flowers appeared. A faint memory tugged in my head, but I couldn't grasp it and continued to paint. I painted Jeff in the center of the field, wearing his stained hoodie, black dress pants, and dress shoes. His arms are at his side, his large smile warm and kind, instead of his normal sinister smirk.

The crunch of tires grabbed our attention, and Jeff stood straight up. I listened to the car door slam, and saw my mother walking toward the house. The front door opened and slammed shut, followed by sobs. I bolted downstairs, leaving Jeff in my room. Mom stood at the bottom of the stairs, crying. Her bloodshot eyes met mine.

"What's wrong?" I ask. Mom just stares at me for a moment.

"Charles was murdered" Sobs explode from her. All I can do is stare at her, dumbfounded. Who the hell is Charles? My mind goes into a frenzy, searching for a memory. It comes to me. Charles was her boyfriend, the guy in the kitchen a few days ago. "Great, she starts dating and her boyfriend gets killed" I think to myself. Suddenly my veins run cold. Jeff.

"I'm sorry honey, I shouldn't have sent you to therapy, it was so I could see Charles without you being suspicious. I didn't want you to be mad" Mom sobs harder. I hug her, remembering when she locked herself in her room for two days after Dad died. The look on her face when she finally left that room told me everything. She wished I
had been killed instead. Mom suddenly let go of me and went to her room, soft crying followed. I think she was crying with self pity more than sadness over Charles. Storming into my bedroom, I have Jeff a dirty room.

"Why?" I inquired venomously.

"Huh?" Jeff said, playing innocent. I frowned, anger rushing through me, my brows furrowing. Jeff sighed, annoyed, but guiltlessly staring me in the face. The urge to slap him coursed through my veins, I balled my fists. "I killed that Asshole" he finally muttered.

"Why?" I repeated furiously. I was disgusted with myself, because, despite this confession, I wanted to kiss him.

"He was taking advantage if your mother's grief. He wasn't truthful to her" he stated blankly. I crossed my arms, anger boiling inside me.

"I need some time to think, leave" I snapped.

"But I-"

"Leave."