michael myers oneshots

he hurts you during an argument.

(trigger warning! - arguing, mentions of physical abuse, aggression)
(side note: Michaels's lines are supposed to be sort of mispronounced, he only barely learned how to talk, so my man still struggling, but he tries! :,) )
Are you sick of me?
Would you like to be?
I'm trying to tell you something
Something that I already said
Lovers Rock- TV Girl
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"Michael! Are you even listening to me? I've told you countless amount of times to please leave your goddamn blood-dripping shoes outside before you come in!" You said gripping the wood of your mop even tighter, in rage as you yelled up at your boyfriend who has left a bloody mud track all over the floors you just cleaned.

It seemed that arguing was the only thing you two did these days. Whether it was about him dirtying up the floors with his dirty shoes, not coming home when he promises he will be, and leaving his things everywhere.

You hated arguing so much, it reminded you of your parents when you were a teenager and heard your mother and father go back in forth every time he would come home; till the point where your father would come home drunk and would physically hurt your mom. Thankfully your mom didn't stay after the second time it happened, and the next day told you to pack a duffel bag with only things you need and a few small things you wanted to take, and left. You remembered in the car on the way to a new small town as she spoke to you in a voice you had never heard come from her.

"Y/N, don't you ever let a man hurt you, whether it is physical or mental. God so help, if you do end up with one honey.. run. Take what you need and just go honey, never stay, no matter how much he begs you to stay you run honey. Just run and don't look back, not even a glance."

Those words have stuck with you since that day, without ever leaving your mind. Although it ended up being quite ironic, since the man you loved so deeply killed people; he'd never hurt you intentionally.

The beginning of the relationship was a little different because Michael had never loved or cared for someone, let alone ever wanted to show affection towards anyone in his life except his mother, and well you.

So when Michael would try to hug you for the first time, he almost crushed a rib or two from not knowing the strength of his grip. It made you laugh now thinking about how he was so gentle and scared to touch you, afraid to hurt you like he did.

But right now as you looked up at Michael, with anger radiating off your body, all you could think of was part of your mother's words

"Take what you need, and just go, honey"

Just for a little while mom, this is too much.

You let out a sigh in frustration before dropping your mop, giving up on Michael before looking up at him with a serious glare.

"Michael, I'm leaving until you learn how to fix yourself. I'm sick and tired of arguing with you every day, this isn't how it's supposed to be. But I can't be with someone who won't even consider how I'm feeling because you're too childish and selfish to do what I'm asking you. You don't even respond to me or even nod like you usually do. I'm done Michael; Im done.

You start to turn your heel and walk away, before feeling a strong hand grip your arm that was so painful you winced, but the grip only grew stronger, before you felt yourself being forced to turn around. You gasped at the intensity and the pain on your arm; your heart felt like it was gonna jump out of your chest, as you felt your body tremble in fright.

You looked up at Michael, feeling your heartbreak, and a hint of betrayal. Michael knows of your past, he always comforted you and even promised he would never do such a thing, but as you felt the grip on your arms, you felt the betrayal and pain sink in.