Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Fifteen

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna and my other OCs.

Chapter Fifteen

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"JUDITH!!!!!!” I jumped from where I sat in the kitchen with Deborah at the sound of Michael’s shout. I looked over and saw Deborah shake her head as muffled fighting was heard above us.

“What happened?” I asked, concerned by how angry Michael sounded while his sister was laughing far too loudly.

“Who knows with those two,” she sighed. Deborah looked so tired and I didn’t blame her. She had been working more hours than usual and today she finally got a day off only to have her two eldest kids fighting constantly. Judith had been more physical than usual, punching Michael whenever he entered a room and was unsuspecting. Though, Michael would counter with a punch of his own if his mom wasn’t looking.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of someone stomping down the stairs. A few moments later, Michael stormed into the kitchen, his hair looking like a nest and he was covered in large dots of paint. His eyes were black, though I seemed to be the only one who noticed, and his face was a mix between misery and fury. Debra’s mouth fell open as I let out a loud laugh.

“Michael?” Deborah asked.

“Judith booby-trapped my room,” he said, his voice barely containing the calm anger that was brewing inside of him,

“How that witch figured out how to work paintballs to shoot at a person the moment they open the door, I will never know. She’s probably sleeping with some guy who she convinced to set it up,” he muttered as he crossed over to the sink and got a roll of paper towels. Boo was in her highchair, cooing as she tried to reach out and grab his shirt. He turned around and ruffled the little tuff of blonde hair before resuming his cleanup.

“Judith Marie Myers!” Deborah shouted up the steps. A few seconds later, a scantily dressed Judith came down, pulling on a gray sweater.

“I’m getting ready to go out,” she said.

“Not anymore, why did you sabotage your brother’s bedroom?!” Deborah demanded.

 "Little freak put a dead rat in my room!”

 "No I didn’t!” Michael shouted as he scrubbed his arms, “If I step one foot into your room, I am exposing myself to some pretty dangerous diseases!”

 "You little-!”

“ENOUGH!” Deborah shouted. Judith scoffed and crossed her arms while Michael immediately shut up and hung his head as he cleaned. He always was afraid of his mother’s temper.

“I don’t care what happened! Michael you are not to go anywhere this weekend and Judith you are grounded for a week,”

“What the hell?! You always take the little bitch’s side!” Judith shouted before storming out of the house. I saw Michael flip her off at the insult while Deborah had her back turned.

*NEXT DAY*

The next day, I was back in the kitchen while Michael fed Boo lunch. He sat in a crouched position on the chair, not focusing on anything but the laughing baby. He was more quiet than usual, only making sounds at his sister when she laughed or refused her food.