Killer Love (Jeff x Reader)

Chapter Forty:

Music: Lalala - bbno$, y2k

Date: jelly 13th 2019

well.. was gonna ask you guys smthing but due to my bad memory I forgot and now I'm gonna forever have that feeling that I needed to say something important.

Enjoy the chapter 😵

Y/n

I tugged gently on Jeff's sleeve.

"Yes Y/N?" He murmured, confused on why I was acting this way.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to tell him, I tried so hard to speak. But he couldn't hear me.

I opened my mouth. My eyes widened in horror when I realized blood spewed down my lips. I panicked and panicked.

"You have to tell me what's wrong so I can fix it" He furrowed his eyebrows and pulled me into his arms as he hugged me gently.

THE FUCK MAN DONT YOU SEE THE BLOOD THATS WATERFALLING DOWN MY LIPS.

I put my finger into my mouth, I wasn't controlling the dream. I realized... that..

My tongue was cut off.

I gasped as I spazzed awake in fear. My breathing quickened as I tried to calm myself.

HOLY SHIT- I frantically wiggled my tongue in my mouth. I gave a relieved sigh, it was still there.

I looked down at my lap when I felt something heavy on me. My eyes softened, Jeff tiredly lifted up his sleeping mask to look at me in worry.

His head was on my lap, we were in bed again. He came home after a few hours, all beaten up and sore.

My back as against the bed back board.

"You okay baby?" He asked me softly. I nodded although I clearly wasn't okay. I was dying. He reached his hand out and gently caressed my face.

"I don't believe you. Come on. Tell me" he demanded as he sat up, immediately he regretted it and his hand suddenly slammed against the wall as he tried to keep himself from falling off the bed.

"Fuck. This is so annoying" he hissed. I gently put my hands on his shoulders and tried to keep him up from falling.

"Be careful" I mumbled as I forced him back down onto my lap. "Sleep Jeff"

"Nah- tell me. I'm not going to sleep when you're feeling down" he tried to sit back up but I held him down

I bite my lip. He watched as my expression turned into confusion then a bit of fear.

"It's a minor issue" I murmured.

"Minor or not. Tell" he demanded. So stubborn...

"I had a dream... I was trying to tell you something.. but I couldn't talk. I think.. someone cut out my tongue" I shivered as I relived the terrible dream

"Just a bad dream? That's fine, it's nothing." He put the sleeping mask back on.

"Wow. Thanks for being so.. cARING AND SWEET ABOUT MY NIGHTMARE-" I sarcastically said in annoyance at how he just casually brushed the problem away.