~ As fate Would Have It ~ jeff the killer x fem reader

part 17 ~ breaking point

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Y/n's pov:

That's it.
I'm done with this.

"Y/n get up here" I heard my foster "mom" yell from upstairs. The past month and a half were awful. All I'd do is sit in my room and rot. I never bothered with text messages, or online friends. I'd lay there, and stare into nothing.

I walked up the stairs.
My legs were sore, not because I had overworked them, but rather because I haven't really used them much recently.

"Is there something you need?" I politely asked the devil infront of me. "Get your shit. You're not staying here anymore." She spat. "Oh.." Was all I managed to respond with. I stood, staring, trying to process what she had said. "Did you fucking hear me?!? GO GET YOUR SHIT!"

S M A C K

She slapped me.
She fucking slapped me.
Out of pure instinct, I latched onto her arm and twisted.

She let out an angry yelp of surprise. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" she screamed Into my face, before yanking her arm away and punching me in the gut.

I let out a pained "oof" and held my stomach. "THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I DON'T WANT YOU NEAR ME ANYMORE! YOU EAT ALL OUR FOOD, YOU DON'T DO SHIT AROUND THE HOUSE FOR US, AND YOU ONLY GET IN THE GODAMN WAY!" she berated me. I stared up at her as she had a melt down.

Then she punched me again, in the face.

This time, however, she didn't even manage a single word out, before I grabbed her hair and swung her feet out from under her. She hit the floor with a loud thud.

"The hell is all this ruckus!?" Her husband came barreling through the halls in a green striped robe and a single slipper on. "SHE ATTACKED ME!!" The woman screeched from below me.

The tubby man backed up, before running back to his room. "CHRIS! GET THE HELL BACK HE-" I kicked her in the face before she could finish. A familiar sensation of heated anger and hatred flowed through me.

Her husband soon returned, with a gun. "G-get your ass down stairs and collect your stuff... N-NOW" he bellowed out. I lifted my hands and sighed. I began walking towards the basement as I heard a snide "tsk" from the woman behind me. As I passed me man, however, I decked him in the throat and yanked his gun away. A single stray shot sounded through the house when I pulled it from him, and I was unable to see where it had gone. "H-hey!!" The man protested, falling flat on his ass.

I didn't waste a moment. I shot both of them in the head swiftly, then threw the gun in anger. "UHHHGH!" I screamed to myself. I then heard a faint siren noise.

Shit

I ran to the basement, unprepared. I grabbed what little clothes and belongings I owned and bolted up the stairs, but before I even reached the top, I heard "THIS IS THE POLICE OPEN UP!" from the front door.

Shit shit shit!!!

"Pstt"

"Wh-!"

I spun around in shock. In the doorway of the kitchen, I saw a familiar face.

Jeff.

He was reeling his finger in as to coax me forward. I had no other option, as I heard another shout from the front door, and the back door was through the kitchen. I bolted towards him.

He pulled me out the back, but rather continue running, he snatched me aside and held me with his hand over my mouth with force. As I lightly struggled, I stopped when I turned my vision to the forest. Just Infront of us, we're 3 officers walking around. Jeff had snagged me behind a large metal air conditioning machine that sat behind their house. I stiffened at the sight of the police, and stopped flailing.

We stayed in that position, crouched  with him tightly holding me for maybe 10 minutes, and each second was torture. Finally, the officers broke down the front, then called the other three in for back up. They quickly ran around to the front to assist the others. As soon as they were out of sight range, we bolted.

We ran

And ran

And ran

And ran...

Deeper and deeper into the niccolette forest.

And then everything got blurry

And I blacked out.