Jeff f-cked up, and he f-cked up bad. He had just killed someone, and as he was leaving their house he was spotted by two cops driving by.

Luckily they didn’t see his face, but still… It was 2 in the morning, he was the only person outside. If he was spotted, he was f-cked. For once since Jeff was 13, he was afraid.

He quickly jumped over a few fences, desperately looking for a place to hide, but there was nothing. He stopped to catch his breath in someone’s backyard, the only light being the moonlight above. He was panicking, on the verge of tears. He was either going to prison for the rest of his life, or he was going to die by cop.

He froze when he suddenly heard an alert go off on someone’s phone near the house.

“DANGER. Be alert. Reports of a homicide in the area, police are actively searching for the perpetrator. No information known. Lock your doors and windows, and call 911 for any suspicious activity.”

He glanced over, his eyes adjusting to the darkness and finally seeing you sitting on your back porch, phone in hand with the brightness down.

F-ck…