Unspoken Love (MICHAEL X READER) 18+

11- Just Wanted You

The sound of rain and thunder echoed throughout the house, making Michael flinch since he was dozing off. You slowly turn to look at him, you weren't sure what to talk about. You weren't sure why you couldn't even speak one word. It was barbed wire wrapped around your throat. Cutting you off from crying or speaking.

laying next to Michael...it made you feel another type of comfort. It was like the old times when you two would nap together after school. His mask was hiked up surprisingly, you were really curious about what he looked like. You knew he liked to wear masks even when he was a little kid.

You wanted to know more about him, and the same with him. He wanted to know everything that has happened when he was gone.

You two sat up to lay on multiple pillows, the blanket still wrapped around you both like a burrito. You brushed out your hair slightly with the tip of your fingernails, hoping to look at least decent.

"Im scared for what's going to happen next" you whispered- you looked up at him with sorrow. His mouth looked like he wanted to speak but the only thing he let out was a soft sigh. Nodding his head while fiddling with the blanket. The notebook and pen sat there, untouched by the hesitation Michael had.

Some moments go by of you just rambling softly about things. Michael listened although at the same time Michael stared at your features, noticing the way your lips move or how your eyes are shaped. Your voice was like a song to him, He was slightly dissociating from your words. In fact, maybe he wasn't really paying attention to everything you said but just how your voice sounded. It was until he heard a specific sentence that made his gut tighten.

"Why did things have to turn out like this."

You turn to face him, your lips were frowned and your eyes were red. You take his hand and place it on your lap. 

''..m sorry that things didn't turn out better for you," you spoke with remorse

his head slowly went to lay on your lap, his mask was off by the time he laid down. A small smile appeared on your face from his sudden action.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, his damped messy hair was brown and curly. You couldn't really see his face but you could see his eye that faced you And his small little nose bump on his nose. He then closes his eyes, He didn't fear nightmares for once, he didn't feel uncomfortable or stiff. Michaels's mind drifted into sleep while you continue to think. 

You felt like you were dissociating, the mirror image of a memory reflecting back into your head. The familiar feeling of Michael laying on you, his voice- his eyes... it all felt wrong but right.

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"Sir I tried to check where Y/N was last seen in her town but nobody hasn't seen her since ages ago, her old house was sold to another family." a cop said while typing into the computer, Loomis sighed out of frustration. The cop continued to scroll under your file-

"wait stop- scroll up ?" Loomis interrupted the cop, as she scrolled up a picture of you and the news report about Ollie and Leslie. Loomis raised his eyebrow, scratching his beard while thinking.

"She's still in Haddonfield," he said in anger while grabbing his bags.

"sir wait-" the cop attempted to stop Loomis from rushing out.

"Do you even understand!? This evil... this evil is possible of many things! having his one obsession in town is what makes it worse." Loomis screamed at the cop, he rubbed his head.

Loomis rushed to his car, putting in his keys. he took out a pistol and loaded it as he stuffed it into the side of his coat. He turned on his car and went straight towards Haddonfield. He shuffled the radio to hear news reports of Michael- attempting to track down his location while driving. Loomis was a really determined man- organized and professional. He feared for the town, and he feared for you. 

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You didn't sleep much- but you did get 2 hours of sleep. You notice that Michael has disappeared from your lap. You didn't really question it. Your mind was caught up in everything. You were afraid of what was going to happen. Michael was your friend, but he was a bad person. He took away lives, he tortured others. Yet you can't help but hold onto him, all these years where you felt like it was your fault. The years of pure bullying and discomfort with your own childhood. You finally healed until he came back. 

What are you going to do when the police catch on, what will you do? you can't defend him or betray him.

Would you have to die?

It was an endless thought when it came to Michael, he knows that you wouldn't make it on your own at some point. He knows how much you missed and depended on him.

You slowly got out of bed, your head pounding from a headache once again. You make your way downstairs to make some food for yourself- hoping this day wouldn't turn out bad. 

Once you were finished, you grab a plate and serve yourself. Sitting down in your living room, the bright morning sun surrounding your windows is what you really liked about the living room. You turn on your tv, and suddenly the channel you landed on shows the deaths that happened on Halloween.

"9 people have died and 3 people are in the hospital after this recent Halloween, please report if you see this person anywhere. We need to keep our community safe, the curfew is now switched to 12. Anyone out after that time will be fined." the man said while looking down in grief, you felt your stomach tighten slowly. You attempt to switch the channel but it showed the same news reports of Michael.

You gritted your teeth in anger, throwing the remote at the wall You felt your plate drop to the floor, the food bits scattered all over the place. You felt angry and ashamed, you felt like this was your fault. You know what your doing is wrong, there's no way out of it.