PrefaceI watched it all up close as I saw a side of him that he never shown. He looked down at me with those piercing eyes of his. I saw anger and then I saw sadness. What I couldn't understand was why he was acting this way. He never done this before. This should be my moment; my last moment where he would strike and end my life, but no. Instead of raising the knife, he raised his empty hand and brought it up to my cheek. Tears were streaming down my face and I choked out a sob. He wiped away my tears with his thumb and then lowered his hand down to my neck.
He wrapped his hands around it and squeezed softly.
"You have no idea on how bad I want to kill you.", he whispered in my ear. I felt him brush his lips softly across my ear. I heard him sigh and then whispered again. "But I just can't see myself doing it. What is it about you, that makes me want to..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. He couldn't bare to utter that one word that everyone knew he was scared to say. He pulled his face away from me, but held a firm grip on my throat. He tightened his grip then, causing me to choke out a breath. When he saw this, he squeezed tighter.
He looked down at me with angry eyes now. Even though he was smiling with that stained smile he created, he looked disgusted. He threw me back and I fell on my side. I let out a cry. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jeff pick up his blood stained knife, and got up. I felt his eyes burn down on me and all I did was bow down my head. I didn't want him to see me cry, nor did I want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me weak, but it was no use.
Without a word, Jeff turned on his heel and walked out. I didn't know what exactly just happened, but I knew for a fact that sooner or later Jeff, will be back.
(*Author's Note: I know this is a little short and not good, it's still a rough draft yet. After I'm done writing this story, I will go back and change stuff and check my spelling, grammar, pacing, tenses and punctuation. Thanks for reading this everyone. I hope you all like it =))