JeffxFangirl 7Your Point of View
He's been gone for what, three or four hours? In the meantime, I have rested and eat. But,
I can't help but wonder if he's killing.
Suddenly he casually opens the door and steps in, a few spots of blood on his hoodie.
"You were killing, weren't you?" I confront him instantly.
"It's a feeling-" Jeff tries to explain, but I cut him off.
"Don't kill. Not while you're with me. Ever."
Anger flushes over his face. "Don't talk to me like that, little girl." That hurt. More
than any kind of physical pain my mother could cause.
He storms to his room and slams the door shut, leaving me alone in the living room.
Before I realize it, I'm crying. My body is violently shaking from the sobbing. I run out
the door and onto the porch and shed heavy tears. Eventually, I cry myself to sleep.
Jeff's Point of View
I wake up the next day with guilt coursing through my veins. I wish I had never yelled
at *insert your name*.