Jeff The Killer Birthday 소설 & 이야기

"And what's your exact birth date?" Curiosity was written all over her face as she responded to me. "October 7th. Why do you want to know, Jay-jay? I told you I don't celebrate it." I felt a chill run down my spine. October 7th. The same day as my birthday. The same year. The same birth city. It couldn't be a mere coincidence, could it? "I'm just curious," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "It's interesting to know these things about friends."

After hanging up the phone, Isabella knew that her family would probably become suspicious, so she contacted Sophia specifically. Leaving the hospital, Isabella drove, and Ethan in the passenger seat received a message from Colin. "The shooter's name is Jeff, 40 years old, a retired soldier who has been working as an extra for years. Colin found the person; he drowned and died. Jeff was diagnosed with leukemia recently, and he has an 18-year-old daughter." So, everything makes sense now. It wasn't a fan at all. Jeff was doing things for the sake of his daughter's future, accepting money and then ending his own life.

He kept thanking them over and over again. “What a coincidence! While Kirk and Chase share the same birth date, someone else does as well! Have you all already forgotten who else used to celebrate his birthday on the same day as Chase back in junior high?” said Lolita hurriedly when she saw everyone sending money over to Kirk for his birthday. “Who? Nobody really comes to mind!” Several of the classmates seemed very puzzled. “Humph! If you really can’t guess, it’s Gerald! His birthday is today too! He’s always celebrated his birthday on the same day as Chase. Three of our classmates are celebrating their birthdays today!” said Lolita.

Jeff revealed, his eyes distant as if retracing his steps. The weight of his past actions and the loss he had endured were evident in his demeanor. "Why do you want to take revenge?" Drake's question hung in the air, his curiosity genuine as he sought to understand the motivations behind Jeff's desires. Jeff's voice wavered as he responded, his tone carrying a heaviness that seemed to be the result of years of suppressed emotions. "My family was killed," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "My wife and three children were killed on the same day at my old house."

It was torture. “Hey, Trevor,” I managed to say. “How are you?” “Alive,” he snarled and walked away. Damn… Alive? Really? He was emphasizing the fact that Tiffany was dead. Emphasizing the fact that I was the one who killed her. Wow! Trevor Coleman. More like Trevor Cold-man. I was about to lunge at him to give him a piece of my mind, but I was interrupted by Ashley, my mom, and Jasmine who sang with a birthday cake in hand as my dad videoed with his phone. “Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday to you.”

Kuwain asked as they began walking back to her desk! “To what?” Jhonia asked? She seemed surprised as she sat down looking up at Kuwain. "To what and why you wanted the day off!?" Kuwain stated askingly. “Oh! So, my birthday is October the 27th. On my 18th birthday my parents were murdered! I don't celebrate my birthday. I moaned the death of my parents. This Thursday is my father's birthday, sorry. I would like to do it alone, but this could be the beginning of our friendship, you know, between you and I! Since I'm opening up to you, I don't always get that close to share my birthday with anyone.” Jhonia explains why she won't invite him, but she points out the aura of a new friendship!

“I...uh...nothing, ma’am.” “No. You said it’s Nathan’s birthday?” The older one nodded hesitantly. “Yes, ma’am. June twenty-fifth. He doesn’t celebrate it… hasn't for years.” My heart sank. If I’d known… If I’d known, I wouldn’t have let him wake up to just a teasing joke and a pillow in the face. I would’ve done something. Even a stupid cupcake with a candle. Or breakfast in bed. Or anything other than making it another regular day.

"I don't have a small anything. Enough of this now. So, your birthday was just a few weeks ago. What did you do for it?" "Hmm." I couldn't remember, actually. James died on May 2nd, so I was still with him on my birthday. "Uncle James was really sick by that point. Lung cancer was unkind to him. I don't remember even thinking about my birthday. But, to be fair, we didn't usually do much for birthdays. He wasn't one to celebrate." "I'm . . . sorry. To hear that. You must have had a lot going on." I simply nodded.

“My day?” My day had included a press conference where a woman called me a murderer on live television and then called me privately to form a secret alliance while confessing to a hidden affair with the man I had killed and also buried evidence of abuse for. I picked up my phone to check my emails and somehow ended up on his name and I pressed the call button before I could talk myself out of it. It rang twice. "Karma." His voice was awake. Fully awake. Like he hadn't been sleeping either.

“As long as someone’s willing to pay, who cares who’s buying it.” Jeffrey smiled. She was still the same woman with the sharp tongue that he knew! “Is it your birthday today?” Jeffrey moved closer to her and saw the candles on the cake that were still burning. “That’s not right. Your birthdate came up during the investigation and I’m sure it’s not now.” Melanie didn’t respond. Jeffrey simply nodded and asked, “Whose birthday is it? Why didn’t you tell the person to come and blow the candles?”