The person that walked up the stairs wore a black jacket and had black hair. Krysta stared in disbelief at the person. He was that person in the photo...he was that adopted son. Jeff sneered in anger.

"You got a right fucking nerve to break into my damn house and drug my toys. Who the fuck raised you."

Jeff said as he raised his knife but the boy just stood there , either not hearing or he near cared. All he did was stare at Krysta with an almost..primal hunger. In his hands, he had two switchblades.

"She's the reason, my mother is dead."

He sneered pointing at Krysta almost in a childish format, Jeff started to laugh at this as he raised his own blade up. This kid was so delusional. So was Krysta. That family in the photo. He modified it. That kid wasn't adopted by that family.

"You are one guillable son of a bitch. Don't you realise that I caused this. Not that clueless bitch."

Jeff exclaimed as he darted forward and stabbed tightly into the boys stomach, the teenager screamed out as he felt Jeff's hand stabbing into his organs. Krysta felt sick and horrified by the sight. Jeff kept pulling out his organ done after one.

"This is for breaking into my fucking house."

He sneered as he slit the intestines open and watched the blood flow over the floor. After that , he actually felt more relaxed and less up tight . His eyes cast to Krysta . Now , it was time she got punished too. A proper punishment for all the havoc she'd been causing him these years. If she thought the smile was bad, then this would teach her. Not to fuck with him.

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Krysta felt her insides growing cold as Jeff dragged her into his bedroom. All the things that she'd thought were torture, were nothin compared to the real terror she'd felt now. Jeff wouldn't actually... Do what she'd thought she was going to do... Would he?

Jeff walked in with a leash and with a collar and now, the urge to fight had came back. It was like she'd been possessed with a new power or some sort. Whatever it had been, it made he back from Jeff. The man sneered.

"You get right back here . Now."

What was that girl thinking in defying , no, even trying to fight his ways. This punishment would erase that right from her system. In fact, he was sure that after this...she'd be doing little of anything anymore.

"Little miss arrogant had to fight, you know...I fucking miss the old you."

He let out without realising it and this made the girl stop in her tracks. Like a kill switch. Jeff just went silent as he contemplated lies and excuses but...he felt...just once, he could afford to tell some truth. Even if it was a means to calm her down enough to beat some sense in her.

"You remember that night we broke into your dad's basement and stole the b.b gun."

Jeff asked the girl, in all honesty. There were few memories that he held close, two of them belonged with her. It was the only time he'd felt any happiness. That and the memory of his brother. Those few, were the only thing that made him happy.

"Vaguely....you shot that old cat by accident...she was nicknamed 'One eyed' Ziggy."

Krysta replied. She did remember few of the memories with him, but not very clearly. Most of them though, were ones that were filled with humour and fun. Where did that Jefferey go? Why did this Jefferey, act so horrid. So her family moved away. A lot of families do that....it didn't seem fair.

"Yea, that old sour puss clawed me good for it. Heh."

Came Jeff's chortle... for once, it was soft and non threatning..but Krysta knew far too well that this could change in a heartbeat and the cold one could return. It was like a hot and cold tap in a house, you can switch it at any given time. However, something was now feeling very different... It was as though, the real person that she grew up with was back for a moment.

"Krysta. Do you know what.... FEAR...is?"

This question had shocked her senseless, why was he being rational now, after killing Mila, after ruining her life. Why now...it's...it was unbelievable. What was posesseing him to act so normally... Was he trying to get her to go insane.. to break down.

"....Are you being ...real... FEAR... FEAR?! After you kidnap me, you murder my mother and....and you... WHAT?!"

Krysta erupted in a fit as she flung herself at Jeff. Now this was something he was not expecting, but he was so overcome with shock that he listened to her outburst, he did owe her that much in the end. It was a spur of the moment, but she didn't care...all this aggression and rage..it just came out in a swift motion.

After her outburst, it took her a few moments to grasp, that she was now sitting on top of Jeff and that he was staring at her bewildered. That silence lasted a few more moments before Jeff shoved her off and pinned her down. His blade was on her neck. 

"I could do so many things right now...you know...I could slit your throat and watch you bleed out...but...I don't think so... no.I think I want to watch you suffer...slowly....painfully..."

The man took a breath and then roughly pulled her shirt up. Krysta began panicking again and screamed so loud that Jeff had to cover his ears to stop the ringing. She took this chance to do something that she didn't even realise before.

She shot up and grabbed the keys that sat on the table, then bolted out the front door. The game of hide and seek...had now begun.

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That's it for this chapter.

I give credit to MateaMichaelis

For the hide and seek idea.

Also I added some pictures to give some life to the story,

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So enjoy.