3 weeks later...

Krystal began to feel proud of Jeff. For a solid 3 weeks, he had been sober and not lifted any drink at all. Maybe, just maybe after everything they had endured, he was starting to see that he didn't need to set his emotions free from his cage by the consumption of alcohol.

"Jerry is starting to come to his senses more too and he has let out some small details of what had happened to him within that horrible mans grasp...that poor poor child."

Clearing away her plate that she'd ate from that night, she made her way to the living room and...that's when.. that's when she saw him. Jeff and 5 bottles of whiskey and vodka. What happened? He'd done so so well to stop...so why...why did he start it up again.

She could face him and take whatever kind of mood that he'd been in. It wasn't like she had never seen him pished out of his head. After all for a good 4 years, she too had been held captive by him.

'You can do it, Krystal...he is not the boss of you, and you can handle anything that he does... Just confront him.'

Taking a large gulp, she pushed into the room and then she felt her nostrils twitch in distain at the smell. Not just alcohol, smoke and...something she didn't really register until she had inched closer to the male who sat there, not even seeing her. Krystal waved her hand in front of him but ..nothing. She was feeling nervous now and when she picked up a bottle she had a reason to be nervous.

"Jeff, you've not been taking your pills?? there are still as many of them here as the last time."

The girl shouted and now, the killer winced.

"Grh, jeeze...not so fucking loud. My head spins from the vodka..."

Jeff rubbed his head and then looked at her in the eyes, both of his were diluted and clearly, he'd taken something other than the medication she had gotten to help with his mood.

"What have you been taking, Jeff."

Krystal said with a glare and he just shoved by her, clearly not in any mood for her shit. But she didn't let up and she followed him into the kitchen. The killer grabbed a knife and began cutting up a white substance. The girl grabbed it out of his hands, well she tried to. He shoved her away from him.

"LISTEN, Krysta....Ever since...ever since Jerry's...rape....I have been lost, I felt like I had just lost the will to even live anymore. I know he is getting better, thank fuck for that...but my mind has been...it's been restless and drugs. These ones, they make me calm. Make me feel like I am me again. I won't let you fucking take them away from me."

Jeff said as he shoved her, cutting her arm in the process. Krystal stared at him as she clutched her bleeding arm in her hands. The killer froze and then just looked at her again, the same eyes taking over him.

"Just, ugh....stop yelling."

He said to her and turned. Krystal felt as though all of her efforts, every little thing she did to see to his humanity, his caring side. Had just been ripped apart. She had been good, she'd been nice to him...but no. She had to be harsh.

"Maybe if you weren't so reckless, then Randy might not have attacked you to start with."

The words spilt out before she'd even been able to halt them and like a switch, the man spun round, looking deranged and insane.

"What...what..did you just say."

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The girl froze at the hostility in his voice and the venom that over took his vision. He was not acting as himself . Taking a few steps back, Jeff followed her actions.

"Look me in the fucking eyes. And say. 'I'm sorry , Jeff, I didn't mean that.' Right now Krystal."

He said with no mercy or any shred of kindness in his voice. Krystal looked at him and frowned.

"I'm leaving you Jeff, and I'm taking the kid. You're not stable. And I don't know when you'll ever be."

She stated as she turned to leave the room but Jeff was too fast and pinned her to the floor. Krystal sneered at him and kicked him in the groins, but whatever drug he had been taking, seemed to enhance his movement and he stabbed her in the shoulder.

"JEFF FUCKING STOP IT!"

She screamed as she struggled relentlessly in his grip. She knew just how he could be when he was drunk and when he was pissed off. She did not like the addition of drugs to that mix.

"I've held this fucking temptation, in for fucking too long. Do you know how hard it fucking is to deny sex!? To delude yourself into being a decent person. Well I'm not a fucking decent person and I'm sick to my teeth of you always having the power to hold me on a damned leash! I AM YOUR GOD, NOT YOUR BITCH . YOUR'RE MY BITCH AND IT'S TIME YOU REMEMBER IT!"

RIP

The world seemed to just, halt as she looked at what he'd done. He cut down her jeans with his knife and it was at this moment. She knew she was in a dire situation. He was not thinking straight and if he continued to act out what she had thought, then there was no more salvation for the things that she had hoped were within him.

"Jeff. You're under the influential use of drugs. Stop, before you do something you really regret."

She said as she tried not to sound terrified.

"You've mouthed off...far too much. The branding and the cutting...it's not working , if this won't make you fucking behave. Then, I will have to kill you."

He stated as he stared at her in the eyes. Nothing remained of the person that she had grown to care for and cherish, only this ..this monster created by depression, drugs and alcohol.

As Jeff was about to take out his penis from his trousers, the gasp of another made him look up. It was Jerry.

"...Father? Mother?"

He said as he took raspy breaths.

"Jerry ! Get out of here! It's not safe!"

Shouted the girl but she was silenced when Jeff knocked her over the head. Jerry was hyperventilating. This wasn't how his father normally acted, he was very different...he'd never hurt his mother...not in front of him at least and not in this manner.

"You always have the knack of fucking things up, don't you!? Jeff snapped and this made the boy jerk."

His father never meant that. He didn't mean what he just said there.

"I had half a mind to kill you , the fucking day that you learned my dirty little secret..but I kept you alive, maybe I thought that you'd be useful...but all you've fucking done. Is mess my life up, you run away and then...then you ...grahh... I don't care about you."

That moment, Jerry just halted. He felt his eyes snap onto the face of the man he called his father and the words played over.

" I don't care about you..."

" I don't care about you...."

" I don't care about you......"

Jerry didn't know what to do at that moment. He just felt like his world had collapsed but then, Krystal bit hard into Jeff ankle and made him drop the knife. She looked to Jerry and screamed.

"RUN JERRY RU-"

Silence.... Krystal felt her body jerk as blood began to seep out of her chest and down her lips. Her eyes trailed to the knife in her neck and she looked back to Jerry and smiled softly before her eyes closed.

"Be good...."

Krystal slumped down and Jerry let out an ear piercing screech at the sight of his mother now dead and bloodied on the floor. Jeff just flicked the blood off his hands and then looked up at the boy.

"Wanna join her? Don't worry I put mommy to sleep and then, I'll put you to sleep and then myself. We'll all go to sleep together..so come here...Jerry...I'm sick of living in constant pain..so come to daddy...we'll all just...sleep.."

Jeff said as he stood up and walked to the boy, but Jerry ran as fast as he could from him. He could no longer trust in Jeff...or call him any type of father. The older male walked after him and followed him up the stairs.

Jerry barricaded his room door and then ran to his closet and climbed up the top of it to his secret room. One he had found and never told his parents about. He made sure to close the latch and hold his breath.

"Jeromey Allan Woods.... look, I know you're tired of always having to hide and never being normal...we can end it...your mommy she's waiting for us both and..she'll be lonely. So come on son."

The boy listened for any sound that was too close to where he'd been hiding but he couldn't hear anything. Could it be safe to let out a breath? He didn't want to test it just in case his father was below him.

Nothing.

Jerry let out a breath and it was then that he heard breathing behind him. No, no there was no way he got the slip on him. Turning, instead he spotted two white eyes and this made him back away and scream at the top of his lungs.

Jeff jumped in fright at this sound and looked up at the strange patch in the ceiling, he ripped open the door and then spotted the boy on his side. Walking over, he nudged him and then spoke.

"Kiddo, we'll all go to sleep. But I want to do it , to you and to me...so come on kiddo."

Jeff said as he rolled the boy over and his eyes went wide, his blood ran cold.

His throat had been slit.

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It's happened...I killed them off...

:(

Rip Jerry and Krystal.