"She's no good." Said Slender in his low, soothing voice.

"What do you mean? I thought I had it under control." I claimed.

This was frustrating. I thought I did everything I could to keep her here.

"That doesn't matter, the girl is a burden. Today was the first time Mark broke. Everything was going as planned until you brought (y/n)." He spoke. Even with no face or any kind of expression I could tell he was getting upset.

"Slender, I..." I pleaded, but he cut me off.

"No, I have had it. You have to get her out of here. I gave her a chance, but nothing can be done now. Killers don't fall in love, Jeff. And most importantly, they don't let family get in their way."

"This is bullshit! You're the one making us do this! At least give us some freedom." I spieled in frustration.

"Freedom will not get the work done!" He slammed his long fingers furiously against his desk. "You belong to me. Therefore, you will obey me no matter what."

I stayed silent for a minute, looking down at my feet. He was right of course. There was no way to resist this guy. He had full power over me. I clenched my teeth. The thought of never seeing (y/n) again made me more angry than I ever was.

I turned on my heel and power walked out of the office, slamming the door loudly behind my back. My breath intensified. I couldn't do it just now. I needed a break. It didn't even feel real. I hate it when I'm being ordered around, but that's what all my life really is.

I rushed out of the mansion and got in my van. It was time for some therapeutic killing.

That was Mark. I know it. I'd recognize his voice anywhere. Even after all these years.

I sat on the corner of the bed, hugging my knees, trying to hold back the tears. It was useless crying about that. It wouldn't change anything. I had to get over things. I was never gonna see my brother again. He doesn't even remember me. And that's fine. It's not the end of the world.

I kept repeating those same words to myself over and over, pretending to be okay, but what was I kidding. I wasn't okay, I never was. Even the fact that I still had Jeff. It's not real. I don't really love him. I've heard of it before, the Stockholm syndrome. That's what it was. A disease. But can it be cured?

I took a deep breath and stood up. I should just forget about it and pretend that it's all okay. That I actually love Jeff. It'll be easier that way.

Before he came back I managed to take a relaxing bath, tidy my clothes, make the bed. Then, when it was getting dark, the door slowly opened.

"Jeff, hey." I smiled at him and rushed to hug him. He was silent. Only after I backed up I realized he was dripping with blood that was now on me too.

"Jeff... are you okay?" I asked, after noticing his emotionless face. He didn't answer. Instead, he cupped my face and pulled me into a make out session. It surprised me a little, but I didn't resist.

His strong arms lifted my legs and I wrapped them around his waist. We then plopped onto the bed and quickly started undressing each other. Soon enough he was inside of me, moving slowly. Our bodies leaning closely to one another. Sweat forming between us.

"I love you...(y/n)." Jeff whispered into my ear. His words fluttered like butterflies inside my stomach.

"I-I love you too..." I replied with an exhale, grabbing onto his back with my legs hugging his body.

His movement fastened and my breath got deeper and louder. Jeff grunted with each thrust. And then I felt it. Both of our juices colliding.

Jeff plopped on the bed next to me. We both tried to catch our breath.

For hours we laid there, hugging each other in different ways. It got dark. We didn't even turn the light on as the whole room was illuminated by the full moon.

I looked at the window. The first snow fell out.

Everything seemed perfect at that very moment, little did I know, it was about to end.

"Jeff. Why are you sad?" I questioned his expression. Once again, he didn't answer.

After about a minute he finally spoke:

"We have to go."

"What?" I raised my head.

"Get dressed, we're going somewhere." He repeated himself while getting out of bed. He seemed to be in such a rush, that I didn't question him no more and obeyed his demand.

We quickly got dressed and that's when I noticed Jeff picking up all my stuff.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked in confusion.

"Like I said, we're leaving. For good." He replied shortly.

Something didn't seem quite genuine here. It felt wrong. My stomach started hurting as if telling me to stay alert. But Jeff moved too quickly for me to say or do anything about it.

Before leaving Jeff put one of his hoodies over my regular clothes. We went down the hall and downstairs, outside the mansion. Jeff threw my stuff in the back of the van. It all felt too familiar. And not in a good way. Brought me back to the times when Jeff was much meaner to me. When he treated me like a rag, throwing me around however he pleased. Worrying all the time about what was gonna happen to me.

"Get in the van." Jeff ordered, bringing me back to reality. I did as he said. We started moving quickly.

"Jeff, where are we going?" I said, this time more confidently.

"I'm taking you home."

"Which home??" I asked. During this short amount of time I realized how many places I had to call home. He kept silent again. It started getting on my nerves.

"Jeff?" I got nothing, so I just gave up. The rest of the way we sat in silence. Questions running through my head the whole time.

We reached the city and after what seemed like forever, finally stopped. Jeff got out of the vehicle and took my bags out. I sat inside, not knowing what to do.

He opened the door for me and broke the silence by telling me to get out. So I did. Then, I noticed that we were by my old apartment house, the one my mother and stepfather used to live in. Knowing that Jeff would probably not answer my questions anyway I kept silent.

We walked up the stairs and reached the old apartment door. It was nostalgic and seemed like forever since I've been here, even though it's only been a couple of months. So much has happened since then.

Out of nowhere Jeff took out the keys.

"Where the hell did you get these?" I asked.

"I stole them." Jeff said.

"Why? Are why staying here now?"

Jeff unlocked the door and with my bags entered inside. I followed.

"Jeff, answer me!" I broke.

"No. You are staying here now." He declared strictly, dropping my bags down and facing me.

"What?"

"You heard me. I'm leaving you." He continued.

"Why?" I uttered, not believing what he was saying.

"Because you're a burden. You can't stay with me. Work comes first."

"What the hell, Jeff! Just a few hours ago you told me you loved me!" I felt tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

"I tell a lot of things, (y/n), but keep in mind that I'm a killer, I don't care about other people feel, I lie to get what I want." He said with an emotionless face.

"No! You're lying right now! You wouldn't do this!" I broke down into tears. I felt my legs getting weak.

"Well, I am." He walked past me to reach the door. I turned desperately to him and grabbed his hand.

"Y-you can't go" I muttered, trying to catch his eyes.

Jeff brutally pushed me away and walked out, not even looking back at me once, then slammed the door and I was left alone in the old apartment that held so many hurtful memories already.

My feet couldn't hold me any longer. I fell to the ground, my vision being blurry from the crying. I broke down crying loudly. I was all alone now. Why does everyone in my life leave me? Was I really this unlovable? Does everyone hate me? That must be it.

I cried for hours, hoping that he would come back and this was just a brutal joke of his, but he never did. Eventually, the sun started rising and the snow finally stopped falling. By now I sat emotionless on the floor. There were no more tears to cry. I felt empty. I just wanted to die.