Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Twenty-Six

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in any way =(. But I DO own Katarzyna “Kat”, Emelyn “Emmy” and my other OCs.

AN: HEY, so I needed to let everyone on Wattpad know the same thing I told Fanfiction, once this Arc in the story finishes, we all may have to accept the fact that Hearts & Daggers has to start coming to an end…BUT DON’T WORRY! I have ideas for a sequel and even side stories so if everyone stays with me and wants future one-shots of the Myers clan (starring Emmy probably) Let me know!!!!!!!!

This story has become very special to me and I’m not ready to say goodbye so don’t think once this is over that I’m going to disappear ;) "Hearts and Daggers" is like my baby so I don't want to let go of any other these characters so feel free to PM me to give your opinion on what you want to see next.

Onwards with the story!!!!

 

Chapter Twenty-Six

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RECAP:

“It might just be my mom,” I suggested when I saw Cara’s nervous look. We remained still as we continued to listen to the footsteps come closer towards the clearing. Maybe I should have brought a weapon with me when I came out here. Did I have enough time to look for one?

My internal question was answered for me when a shape appeared at the entrance to the clearing. Cara gasped audibly but I immediately relaxed when I recognized the large shape.

“Hi Michael,”

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(Emelyn “Emmy” POV)

I could practically feel Cara’s anxiety as she pressed herself against the tree, staring at Michael’s intimidating form as he stalked closer to us. I quickly ran my hands over my face to make sure I hadn’t, unconsciously, started crying earlier. The last thing I needed was for Michael to pick up something was wrong. But knowing him, he already had.

He stopped a few feet away from us and turned his head to the side, waiting for me to make the next move. There was an uncomfortable silence before I heard Cara whisper my name, confusion evident in her voice. Slowly, she made her closer, pressing close to my back. I cleared my throat.

“Michael, this is my best friend Cara,” I said, gesturing to the girl who had become a statue beside me, “Cara, this is Michael Myers…my dad,”

The phrase was so foreign to my tongue. Michael Myers, my dad. I never referred to him as such; he was always “Michael” just like when we first moved here, mommy was “Kat.” I didn’t like it; it didn’t fit him. No title really fit Michael Myers unless it was “The Boogeyman.” 

Cara barely managed to squeak out an unintelligible response. The tension was thick between the three of us as I felt Michael’s black eyes bore into mine. He seemed angry; angry at me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had seen my outburst back at Cara’s house. I didn’t like his dark gaze directed at me, it made me vulnerable. I didn’t like being vulnerable.

Then, he knelt down and pressed his hand on the side of my leg, next to my knee which had been completely scraped up from when I threw myself against the tree. I had forgotten all about it because of my anger, but now, the dull pain was beginning to set in. I winced as he pressed a few fingers along the skin, examining it before reaching into one of the pockets of his shirt and pulling out two, small white rags; something he probably carried in case he got hurt. Taking one rag, he began to clean away the blood before using the other one to wrap around my knee, covering the wound, creating a makeshift bandage.