I Found You {Jeff The Killer X Reader}

Escape

"Come darling. Mother has clients waiting."she grabbed her fan and blew a kiss to the officer. As soon as we got in her fucked up car she slapped me across the face.
"The hell?!" I ask, shocked.
"You knew a very important guest was coming tonight! If I don't get ready, I may not get paid!"
"Oh yeah cause dressing in lingerie and getting your sex toys plump and juicy is so hard for your so called job! It's not even a job you're a filthy prostitute!"
"Shut up! You're a disgrace for a daughter! You're lucky I don't force you to preform in these acts you ungrateful child!" She yelled back.
"You made my sister do it! She was forced and guess what happened? Oh yeah! She killed herself! BECAUSE OF YOU!"
"(Y/N)! I'm your mother! You are not aloud to talk to me that way!"
"What? You're gonna torture me like you do with your clients? How scarrryyy." I roll my eyes. She didn't say anything. She started the car, and the silence thickened. I stared out the window, wondering what I'm here for. What's my purpose on earth? I'm wasting every minute of my life doing nothing.

"Get out. We're home." I look out the window at our crappy place called 'home'. Broken windows, patio just about to break, wood falling off, it looked haunted. I grab my back pack and entered the house, luckily the 'client' wasn't here.
"You should go to your room. He'll be here soon. I'm going to get ready." She said and headed to her room. I sighed walked toward my bed. At least I'm safe here.. Before I knew it I was asleep.

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"(Y/N)?" I heard my mother.
"W-wha? What is it?" I flickered my eyes open and shut. I looked at her and realized she was dressed in her sex outfit.
"M-mom? What's going on?"
"It's best you wake up. My client wants you to participate."

It took me a while to process what she said. "W-what? Mom?! N-No!"
"Please (Y/N)! This is no time to argue listen to your mother! I'll get paid even extra! I'll be able to buy you that phone you've been wanting too! This is an order. Take off your clothes and meet me in the living room." She closed the door behind me and I heard her say,
"She said she'd loved to."

My world was collapsing. My own mother was against me. What a cruel world.. I'm alone here.. And that's when I saw something shining on my dresser. I never moved it- mostly because it was for protection.. And I needed protecting.

-Mothers POV-

What is taking her?!
"When is she coming Samantha?" My client asked. I looked at him, he was strapped tight on the table.
"Oh she'll be right out! Hah.." I heard the door open. She finally came to her senses! But she wasn't undressed..
"(Y/N) darling.. Are you going to undress in front of him? How wonderful!" I smiled and he did too.
"No mother.. I'm going to do something I've never tried."
"D-darling? What on earth do you mean?" I asked, getting worried. She walked over to the man and smiled at him.

"Sick little fucks like you don't deserve to breathe the same air as me." She whispered. And I saw it. The silver, sharp object in her hand, she raised it over her head, and plunged it deep where his heart was placed.

"(Y/N)!!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" I've never screamed so hard in my life.
"I've made the world a better place mommy.. But it's still is dirty. I guess I have to get rid of you too."
My eyes bulged.
"W-wait! No-NO!" I yell and start running to the door but she runs to it first, blocking my escape.
"You're my daughter!! Don't do this!! Please.." My eyes start to water- I don't want to die.. Not like this..
"It's a bit too late for that now." She smiled and raised the knife- I pushed her into the door. Being unstable, it fell down. I run to the back door and made a run for it- and followed the corridor of the house in the back.
I'm doomed.

I wipe the tears- why was I such a horrible mother? Was it because my own mother killed my father? Was it because I went from foster home to foster home? Why me..
I fall to my knees, too weak to run and look at the night sky. Maybe me and father can be reunited..
"Can I still go to heaven?"
And something sharp penetrates through my tail bone- twisting and turning. I gasp for air-
"No, but you can rot in hell." My vision goes blurs, and I took my final breath, for my final words.

"I still love you."

-Your POV-

I did it. I finally killed the monster- and I've never felt more alive. My heart was pumping, my anger boiling, the blood on my hands as it dipped to the floor.
Drip, drip, drop.
I smiled at what I've done, knowing my pain was finally over. I dropped my knife and plummeted to my knees. I close my eyes and let the cool, fall breeze, flow through my hair, it's done..but why did I feel as if I didn't do the right thing. As if I shouldn't have done what I just did?

Something felt off. I heard the sirens in the distant- probably someone heard the screams. Still.. I felt as if I was being watched.. I open my eyes to see 30 feet in front of me, a man.

But his face- gave me nightmares. Mouth ripped open from cheek to cheek, eyes, popping, staring into my soul and never shutting. His black greasy hair blew with the wind, and his white pale skin looked leathery. I look at his hoodie, filled with blood and hand prints, knife in hand, dripping with fresh, red, blood. He walked up to me, slowly, like time seemed to stop. Now only a few feet away he looked at me-

"I Found you."

He grabbed my hand, and ran.