Dear Michael Myers ( Michael Myers x Black Reader) (COMPLETED)

Chapter 24

Y/n and Michael had been on the road for almost an hour, she had fallen asleep. Every few seconds Michael would glance at her. He loved everything about her; her voice, her attitude, and the way the sun shined on her beautiful brown skin. Was he really falling in love? Or was this some kind of obsession? Is this really what love feels like? He was almost at his destination while he was thinking about this stuff, he didn't see Y/n slowly stirring awake. But he didn't care whether this was love or not, all he knew was that she was his and nobody else could ever have her. He glanced at her again and saw the blood on her jeans, he couldn't believe that she had done it. He was so proud of her for killing someone, especially that Antony kid.

The corner of his mouth twitched as he had a flashback of her stabbing Antony multiple times. He had now left the highway and was on a dirt like country road that made the truck vibrate a bit. He kept thinking about Y/n, covered in blood smiling and gazing up at him with those beautiful brown eyes. Then he thought about when he had snuck into her house and saw her for the first time. She was wearing nothing but underwear and a shirt, and her thighs were so soft when she was smothering him with them and-

A crow crashed into the windshield snapping Michael out of his thoughts. He lost control of the car and it crashed right into an tree. Michael's eyes were wide but he wasn't really fazed by the whole incident, Y/n on the other hand had jolted awake.

Y/N'S POV

A loud crashed woke me up and I looked around my heart nearly beating out of my chest. Michael had crashed into a tree, he wasn't doing nothing though. He was just staring ahead at nothing, which gave me a perfect time to admire his handsome face. A crow cried out and scared me and I looked around at our surroundings. We were on a dirt road and there was nothing but wheat fields surrounding us. I couldn't even hear any cars so I knew we were really far away and out in the country.

"Um where are we?" I asked him, he still hadn't moved and was still staring straight ahead. I looked down at his lap and saw something bulging. Michael quickly opened the door and got out, leaving me there with my face burning. "I know that's not what I think it was.." I muttered to myself. My door swung open and Michael unbuckled my seat belt and pulled me out of the car. "Hey HEY! I can walk you don't gotta do all of that." I said glaring at him. He just stared down at me with his hands in his pocket. I could see that he had the knife back, must've gotten it when I fell asleep.

He opened the backseat door and grabbed my bag, he tossed it at me and I almost didn't catch it. He closed the door back and just started walking, not even seeing if I was following or not. But he probably knew I was going to anyways, I mean where else was I gonna go? I jogged real quick to catch up with him, he could really walk fast. "Where are we suppose to be going?" I tried to ask him again. He said nothing, he didn't even look back at me. "Oh so you're just gonna ignore me now? I bet you I won't go- where ever the hell we going." I said as I stopped walking. I sat there on the dirt road criss cross apple sauce with my arms crossed.

I literally just threw my whole life away by killing someone- and then I agreed to go on the run with this maniac and now he don't wanna talk? It took Michael a few minutes to realize I wasn't walking anymore. He stopped and turned back around seeing me sitting there glaring at him. He slowly approached me and stared down at me not saying anything. "I'm not moving." I said shaking my head. He stood there for a bit longer, and then without a warning he quickly swept me off the ground and threw me over his shoulder.

"AYE! Put me down now!" I said pounding my fists on his back. He didn't even budge, god this man was strong as hell. His grip tightened around my waist, I sighed and gave up.

We walked for at least another 15 minutes, I was close to falling asleep, but then I wondered. What does his hair smell like? I quickly took a sniff, he smelled like pine. I was dropped on the ground right after I did that. I looked up at him glaring, "What was that for?" I said getting up brushing dirt off of me. He stood there staring at what was behind me. I turned around and saw a really large farmhouse. It looked old, and judging by the outside I just know it was dusty and dirty like his house.

I shook my head, "Hell no I'm not going in that stanking ass house!" I said, He picked me up again and walked up the porch steps, he was so tall that my head was almost touching the roof of the porch. He bent down and grabbed something under the mat- a key. I looked around wondering how the hell did he find this house and where were the owners. He opened the door and I expected the place to stink and look ran down but the house actually looked nice. I knew it was old judging by the old 1970s yellow floral wallpaper, and the lime green sofa that looked like everybody and there mamas had sat on it.

As if he knew I was looking at the couch he walked over to it and tossed me on it like I was a coat. I looked up at him in shock and anger. "You didn't have to do all that you really just acting out right now." I said crossing my arms. I said nothing and walked away locking the door behind him and going off into a hallway that went to the back of the house. I got up and followed, but not without looking around a bit more. The living room looked just like a grandparent's living room, even smelled like it. They had a modern TV so I could still watch my shows. I looked at the coffee table and saw a newspaper and mug with coffee still in it.

It's like whoever lived here just got up and left, but knowing Michael- I know that's not the case. I picked up the newspaper and looked at it, the date was October the 27th. Must've been the last time they were here, I wonder where they were they now. I heard somethings being moved around in the back so I got up and went down the hallway. One of the doors was open and the lights were on so I walked in. It looked like a girl's bedroom- from the 1960s. The carpet was pink and it had that hideous floral wallpaper, this time a bright purple. Michael was bent over rummaging in the drawer beside the bed. He really had a nice ass, probably nicer than mines to be honest.

He got back up and I looked around pretending like I wasn't just staring at his ass. He had a towel and a wash cloth in his hand, I took it and he walked out the room leaving me there. Was this shit even clean? I took a sniff and it smelled just like laundry detergent. I walked out the room looking for the bathroom but couldn't find it so I walked upstairs. I opened the first door I saw and found the bathroom, it was hideous. The whole room was a shade of lime green and yellow.

But tub looked clean, I looked in the cabinet under the sink and found a new box of soap. After what I did I really did need a shower, my arms still had blood on them, and let's not forget the jeans. I turned on the shower and got in. I was in there for a good 20 minutes making sure I had gotten all the blood off of me. I stepped out and grabbed the table and dried myself off with it. As I was doing that the door swung open and Michael was standing there.

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