Jeff The Killer x Reader part two_______'s point of view:
"What?!" I screech, eyes widening. She tries to reassuringly pat my arm, but I jerk away. "Darling, this is for your own good. We don't want the killer trailing you." She says softly. I growl, flopping backwards. She pulls me up, wrapping me in her arms again "______, please don't be angry. We just want to protect you." "Fine" I huff, pushing her away.
"______?" My father enters the room, covering the phone with one hand. "Yeah?" I ask, looking up. "The police would like to talk to you..." He hands me the phone hesitantly. I take the phone from him and put it to my ear.
The police ask me a few questions, stuff like what time did I hear the scream, was I able to view the murderer, and whether I am or am not romantically involved with the murderer. I answer the questions as best as I possibly can, but the last one confuses me. Why would they think I would date a killer?
I hand the phone back to my father and he continues answering them. My mum pats my back, murmu