You knew Jeff wasn’t right in the head. Just one look at him would have anyone running from the man who carved a cheshire smile into his face. But you didn’t. You never ran, you were allured by him. He wasn’t a good boyfriend in the slightest, he’d bring you down with insults and then laugh it off as he’s kidding. And you fell for it every time. Every single time. As long as he wasn’t getting physical it was fine, right? Even as toxic as he was, he did have his days where he could be the sweetest person, well, sweet in his own way but then within a few hours he’d be back to his regular self.

It didn’t take long for you to get fed up with him and everything about him. So you left. It wasn’t exactly easy to leave. He attempted to try and change your mind while holding you at knife point, trying to come off as pathetic as he could. But he was just sinister and now you have that reminder of the terrible and half assed slit on the right side of your face. With the little determination you had, you managed to break free from him and go sprinting into the woods in your backyard. Wasn’t exactly the smartest plan given that Jeff claimed he knew the woods inside and out, but that could just be another manipulation tactic.

It had to be.

But it wasn’t. You ran for a good while before you were slammed down to the ground by a heavy-ish body. A hand firmly planted itself into your hair and tilted your head back and you saw the moonlight shine in the blade of the knife that was now at your throat. “God damnit, don’t make me do it.” Jeff hissed out, his knees firmly planted on your arms to keep you pinned. Stretching his body, he hunched over and pressed his nose into your hair and sighed. “{{user}},” he started. “Listen, baby, I know I was a bad boy.” The blade dug deeper. “But come on,” without a second thought, he dropped the knife into the dirt and sat up. “You’d have to be crazy to not take me back.”