Lethal Passion (Jeff The Killer)

Chapter 46. Photos

After Jeff left, I thought about a long, nice sleep so I'm currently changing into my PJ's. I tried standing on my foot for a little bit, it still stings but not as much as before. Just a few more days and it'll probably be better, I hope.

I jumped on my bed.

I immediately regretted it. I let out a yelp and flailed my arms in mid-air as I bounced off of it and fell on the cold, hard ground. Well, that was stupid . . .

I groaned as I climbed on top of my bed and laid down. I was only trying to have a little fun to get my mind off of the depressing things and now my back hurts. Great. Good thing I didn't land on my broken foot, that would've hurt like hell.

I decided to call Billy, his voice will help. I took the phone which he owns and searched through the contacts, I found the number of his work phone and called. It rang for a while before I heard him pick up.

"Hey . . ." I mumbled.

"What's up?" He said with a yawn.

"Did I wake you up?"

"Nah, I was . . . awake." Billy let out a breath. Liar, he was totally asleep, "Something you need?"

"Well, no . . ." I said in a quiet tone, "I just . . . wanted to talk."

"O-Oh . . ." He muttered. "About what?"

"I don't know." I deadpanned," Well, how about how we met?" I replied to start a conversation, I already know we were neighbors but there's gotta be something more than that, I'm curious.

"Hmm . . . We met when you moved into our neighborhood, our parents introduced us with your brothers, I think." He replied, "You were a bit . . . standoffish." He added.

"Me?" I repeated, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you didn't say anything or even looked at me." He let out a chuckle.

"Really?" I smiled at myself, "Were we even friends?"

"I think we're more of . . . Foes." Billy muttered, "We always argue when we're together."

"Why?" I asked, how on earth are we 'foes'? He's such a nice guy so I can't imagine being enemies with him unless I'm really a stupid human being.

"It's not really your fault or anything." Billy sighed, "I was just . . . being immature, I guess."

"Why so?" I asked again.

"I was just- . . . I- . . . urgh . . ." He groaned. There was a long pause before he spoke again, "The truth is, I'd rather stay away from girls and I just become irritable and mean when I'm around them." He sighed on the other end.

My eyes went wide, "Are you gay?"

"What the hell!?" Billy exclaimed at my sudden question, "No, I am not gay. Where did that come from?" He added, "It just have something to do with my past . . ." Billy's voice grew quiet.

"What happened?" I asked. Billy didn't replied, there was a long pause and only his breathing was heard on the other end, "Am I being nosy?" I worriedly asked, I don't want him to be annoyed or anything, I'm just really curious.

"No . . ." Billy muttered under his breath, "It's just that, I used to have a sister, we really liked spending time with each other, it was really fun. But . . . she died of cancer when I was ten." He sighed, "I guess ever since that day, I just stayed away from girls or at least make them stay away from me. Girls are so . . . fragile." Billy admitted as if it was one of the hardest things to say in his whole life.