Chapter Thirty-Three

It's been two days since Jeff and I made up. Everything has seemed great between us, he still acts a little odd sometimes, but he seems more protective of me. He stayed in my room again the night after we made up, but last night decided to stay in his. He oddly actually makes me want to stay here, along with all the others. Ben, Jack, and I have all become closer. Jeff, Ben, Jack and I also made a small outing of going out killing last night. That's one idea I'm not so fond of, but I go anyways, I have to get used to that new part of life. I'm really starting to feel like I belong here. 

Jeff, Ben, and Jack all go out killing during the day, but I stay behind. I lounge around my room for a while until I decide to wander a little. Jane comes to mind. Jeff said he hated her, and that's why he did what he did. But if he hated her that much, she must have lived here, right?

I wander around mine and Jeff's floor, and all the rooms are empty. So I go down one floor instead. There is a door near the stairs with black and white designs on it. I slowly open the door, just in case, but the room is empty. I leave it a crack open. The room matches the door, black and white themed, but there are also accents of blue. 

The bed is perfectly made and everything is spotless. I feel weird for being in here but something tells me to look around. I wander to the bathroom. That's where I smell a strong scent of iron and partly mildew. I cringe from the smell but continue to walk in. I notice the shower first. The shower is supposed to be clear glass, but in this instance, it looks like brownish-red stained glass. Old blood is splattered all along the walls of the shower and the floor. I look towards the sink and see a knife, painted with the same color of red, which has dried drip patterns going down the sides of the sink. I smiley face written in the dried blood is on the mirror. 

I walk out and back into the bedroom, nauseated by the strong smell. Then I notice her dresser. There are clothes poking out of the drawers. I go over and slightly open it to reveal a few black shirts. But what confuses me is that I see a pair of men's boxers... As well as a white hoodie. Why would Jeff's hoodie be in her drawers--

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear the bedroom door hit the wall as it's thrown open. I jump a little. Jeff stares at me looking slightly relieved but still on edge. 

"The fuck are you doing in here? I thought she was back..." Jeff says. I shrug.

"Why are your clothes in her drawers?" I ask right away. His eyes dart to the white hoodie, narrowing, and then back to me. 

"Thr truth? We fucked around a bit." Jeff says, shrugging. I let my shocked emotions show on my face. I mean, at least he was honest? I gulp before speaking. 

"I thought you hated her is all..." I say quietly, closing the drawer. Jeff rolls his eyes. 

"Yeah, she pissed me off. But I don't know... You won't like what I'll have to say." Jeff says and shrugs. I narrow my eyes at him and wait. He sighs. "She was something to do. Literally." He says after a few minutes. I feel my heart tighten slightly and I stay silent. "Oh come on Mist, you know I'm not like you." Jeff finishes. I don't like the way he said that. I see the realization in his eyes of the mistake of what he just said, but he stays quiet. 

He is right though. I've known from the start that Jeff isn't some virgin. What so ever. I don't know why this bothers me so much. Maybe because I know now that he hated her but still did that with her. I finally shrug at him. 

"It's whatever. I should have figured." I say. It's not a complete lie. Jeff doesn't look convinced but drops it. 

"Did you go in there?" He asks, referring to the bathroom. I look back towards it and nod.  

"Why is the blood still there?" I ask. He just shrugs. 

"I don't know. Haven't gotten around to cleaning it I guess." Jeff says and then adjust his standing. "Can we go now? I'm tired of this room." He asks, making a disgusted face. I nod. I guess I get it. 

We make our way up to my room and lay on the bed in silence for a while. It's not an awkward silence, at least not for me, but Jane keeps coming to mind. 

"Stop thinking about her." Jeff finally says. I look at him but stay silent. He looks back at me. Jeff leans in now. His lips press to mine and the thoughts melt away. Only Jeff remains in my head. His lips dance with mine slowly, until his hands run down to my hips. That's when he pulls me up on top of him. His kiss gets more aggressive and I run my fingers through his hair. He pulls away for a second, his breathing heavy. He stares into my eyes, examing me as his hand moves down to the button of my pants. I nod slightly and he goes back to kissing me. His hand undoes the button quickly. I feel ---

"I hate to ruin anything, but Jeff I need to talk to you." I hear boom loudly around us. I jump at the sound and so does Jeff. I slide away from him, redoing my buttons. He looks annoyed as he runs his hand through his hair and sits up. 

"Sorry... Maybe continue later?" Jeff says as he adjusts. Still breathing heavily, I simply nod. He smirks and walks out of the room. I lay on my bed for a while, thinking of the previous few moments. That's when I hear my door click open and someone walks in. I feel my heart flutter and I jump up, only to see that murky blue eye. 

Iris skips across my room towards my bed, smirking. I glare and fall backward back onto my bed. 

"What do you want now?" I ask, annoyed. 

"I think it's time I reveal something to you."