Killer Protector (Jeff the Killer story)

*I DON'T KNOW IF THIS CHAPTER WOULD BE CONSIDERED LONG FOR YOU GUYS BUT WHATEVS. FOR THOSE WHO LIKE THE LONG CHAPS, ENJOY! FOR THOSE WHO DON'T, DEAL WITH IT. THAT'S HOW I ROLL. -rolls on the floor- ANYWAYS, ENJOY THIS ONE (I KNOW YOU GUYS WILL >:3) AND HAVE A F*CKTASTIC TIME <-(not even a term) STAY CREEPY MY FRIENDS~!*

Chapter 55

It's been two days since I woke up and I have been staying within the residence of my grandmother's house. And in these two days I have tried talking to her but she won't ever listen to me. I grow more and more frustrated by the minute. I've called my parents with their house phone and I told them that I would be fine. I didn't tell either one of them that I found my dad's mother. I want to but I know that'll only stir up trouble.

Jeff has nearly recovered from his fatal wound. He's now able to walk, which makes my stress all the more better doesn't it? He gets on my nerves and we constantly have stupid little arguments over things that quickly change to the mistake I made to end our relationship. I don't want to fight but Jeff never lets up. It hurts me every time but I wouldn't let Jeff get to me. I still love him, though with the way he treats me, he doesn't feel the same way about me anymore. But I shouldn't care about that. My mom always told me that if a guy doesn't love you, then reveal the girl he would've seen if he stayed. I'm strong, I can do this. I'm not going to let Jeff hurt me. He won't get to me and I'll hold my chin up high and show him that I don't need him, despite the fact that I do.

Toby has been very nice to me and we've become, in a certain sense, best friends. He helps me out with my recovery, he makes me laugh when I'm feeling down, and he gives me things to do whenever I'm really bored. He's done a lot of things for me that I don't really need, yet he still tries. No wonder my grandma adores him. I've noticed how much she treats him like her own child, like her own son. But she does have a son, and she doesn't even want to give me one moment to talk about him just once. But I don't ever get mad at Toby. It's practically impossible, what with his shy yet kind demeanor, his puppy dog eyes and his cheerful actions of generosity and selflessness. He works so hard, in return for recognition and happiness. Addie would love to meet him.

Speaking of Addie, and Johanna, I haven't spoken to them in a long time. I can't worry them and they wouldn't understand all of this. I don't want to put them in danger by telling them the truth and staying close. I need to keep my distance until I feel that they'll be safe around me. Though, I have a feeling that that won't happen any time soon. But I really, really miss them. My grandma looks down on me like I'm some rodent, Jeff is being a dick, and Toby is all I have to make me smile. But sometimes he isn't enough so I wish to see Addie and Johanna. We could talk about girl things or whatever the term for that is. We could be weird and laugh. We could tell stupid jokes that don't make sense yet we still laugh at it. We could look up pictures of unicorns and hot guys and giggle like idiots because that was our thing. I miss all of that, and I want it all back. But I can't live both lives. Toby told me that Maribel tried and she didn't succeed. Now she lives a life of crime and I wonder if I will have to do the same in time. I could never bring myself to steal cars, steal someone's identity, scam innocent people, go to a mental hospital and kill people to save my own ass from the feds. But if it all comes down to that...then I will do whatever I have to. I will eventually have to make a choice on how I'm going to live, which life to choose. So far...I'm undecided. No one in either life is giving me any reason to finally choose. Hopefully something comes up.

"Tobyyyyyy!!!" I called. The twitching man came running into the living room and waited for me to speak. "You tracked in snow and now its melted and water is on the floor," I stated and pointed to the puddles of water. He yelped and went rushing to get a mop. I chuckled and shook my head. He came back in with the mop and started cleaning up the water, but he suddenly slipped on it and fell on his back. I jumped in surprise and exclaimed, "Are you okay?!"