SURVIVOR

// I can smell it on you //

Two days later...

Your POV

A warm gush of air radiated on my cheek, the smell of alcohol seeped into my nose as I was brought out of slumber.

A pair of cold hands latched onto my shoulders and rolled me onto my back, something heavy over my lower stomach.

Officially waking up, I was met with cold blue eyes above me.

Looking down, A pair of legs were straddling my thighs in the bed while I was held down.

My heart almost jumped out of my ribs, making me gulp. My eyes flashed back up at the killer, a smile well known on his cheeks that were now covered with shaggy black hair and some bloody droplets that fell off of the strands and onto my face.

"Please Jeff...oh God please." I whispered more to myself, thinking of the worst only a woman and some men could explain.

"Oh love...I'm not that low, maybe...but..." He didn't continue, he just looked down on me with a sadistic smile.

Had the "he" Jeff was talking about finally come out in his alcohol abuse?

"Do I scare you..." I watched his Adams apple bob up in down before finishing his sentence, slowly inching his hands closer to my neck.

He got low to my face for this.

"Do I make you feel threatened, Do I make you scared, Y/n?" His smile stretched so wide, his eyes larger than before as black pits began to take they're once cold color away and mask it with a beasts gaze.

My hands latched onto Jeff's wrists, digging my nails into his flesh which gained no reaction from him.

"What makes you think I would be scared of you?" I scoffed, coming out as a whimper.

He released his grip on my neck and stood off of me, allowing me to quickly sit up and scoot as far away from him I could on the mattress. He stood at the end of the bed, watching me cripple in hidden fear that leaked from my eyes.

"I'll show you why you should be scared of me."

I looked away from him for a split second towards the window, and that's all he needed for a chance to  pounce into action.

I felt him grab a large chunk of my h/c hair and used that as an advantage to pulling me off of the bed and onto the hard carpet floor next to his feet.
Looking up at him, he let go of my hair.

I didn't hesitate to ram against his legs as I stood up, making him take a few steps backwards at the sudden hit. I darted to the far wall, next to the bathroom door.

He looked insane with that smile.

Jeff took a step closer, his combat boots making the wooden planks below the carpet give out a moan of old age at each step he took. My body shook in fear and due to how cold the room was, my legs and arms were extremely sore making me wince in pain as I extended my arm.

My scalp pounded, my palms burned.

"I love when you fight back." The black haired killer breathed out, biting down on his tongue as he clenched his fists. My hands pressed flat onto the painted white wall behind my cowering body, wishing that I could become one with the lost souls of the manner.

He swiped all of the objects that rested on the desk off and onto the ground, some items shattered as he began to approach me.

Some people found this romantic.

Some people enjoyed seeing others scared, being scared.

But I hated it.

My bottom lip trembled as I lost touch with reality.