Chapter 27

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Michael stood there towering over me. And at that moment I want him to pick me up and fuck me like an animal. But he did nothing, I realized then that he wanted me to get in the bath tub. I carefully got in, the water was nice and warm, and the bubbles smelled of lavender. I was about to start washing myself, but Michael hadn't left. Instead he got down on his knees and took his mask off. Every time I see his face I freeze up, he was such a handsome man. I had been so focused on his face that I didn't even notice that he was now gently washing my back. I could feel my face heating up, not sure what to do at this point.

The only person that's ever bathe me was my mama when I was real little, but this was much different. His hand felt rough but gentle up against my skin. I closed my eyes and let him bathe me. I never thought I'd be here, getting washed by a deranged serial killer, but here I was. The smell of lavender was getting to me and I could feel myself slowly drifting to sleep.

I woke up and I had no idea where the hell I was, then I realized I was still in the bath tub. Michael wasn't in here anymore, but on the toilet seat was a towel and some clothes. I got out of the tub and dried off, then I put the clothes on. It was a pair of pink sweatpants, and large t-shirt with Nirvana on it. I stepped out of the bathroom and walked back to the guest bedroom. As I sat down I realized how tired I was. I haven't slept in a bed since I was at the Myer's house. I just fell back and let the sleep wash over me again, the bed was surprisingly soft, even though it looked old. I stayed asleep for a good 20 minutes, but I woke up when I felt my stomach growling. I hadn't ate in a while, I walked downstairs and went to the kitchen turning on the light. I looked through the cupboard and EVERYTHING was expired and spoiled. I could feel someone watching me and turned around. Michael was sitting in a recliner, slowly rocking back and forth, his knife grasped tightly in his hand as he watched me.

"What we got to eat in here?" I asked him, holding my hands on my hips. He stood up quickly and walked into the kitchen I watched as he rummaged through a drawer, he pulled out two potatoes, and can of tomato soup. He then placed it on the counter and left the room. I looked at it wrinkling my nose up, who's about to eat that shit? I scratched my head thinking as my stomach still grumbled. I spotted a phone, and I grabbed it, dialing Domino's pizza number.

"Yes I'll like to order a large pepperoni pizza please." I said, twirling the phone cord in my hands. I hung the phone up and sat in the living room waiting. Michael hadn't returned, and I had no idea where he went. As I was about to drift back off to sleep I woke up and stood up quickly, realizing what the fuck I just did. I'm so fucking stupid how could I forget that we were on the run?? And now I just sent someone over here! I panicked, wondering what I should do. Michael came back in the living room, he had a rusty can opener in his hand, he held it out to me and I took it. "Oh erm thanks." I said nervously. He noticed how nervous I was acting and slowly tilted his head in confusion. Before I could speak the doorbell rang.

Michael slowly looked at the door, then back at me. My heart was pounding out of my chest. He quickly grabbed his knife and marched to the door. All I could do was anxiously listen to what was about to happen, and it was all my fault.

"Hello, did you order a large pep- OH MY GOD AHHHHH-"

I listened as Michael murdered the pizza guy. I didn't really care about him dying, I just wanted the pizza, but what will Michael think? After a few more seconds I heard a body drop to the floor and the door shut. Michael walked back into the living room. He had the pizza in his hand and was grasping the box so tight. I could hear his heavy breathing and knew he was angry. He slammed the pizza down on the coffee table, scaring the shit out of me. Then he walked back out the front door.

What have I done?

(Okay be honest was that chapter too short? I try not to make them too long or too short. And also I love leaving cliffhangers to torture you guys. 😁I hope you enjoyed!💖💖🔪🔪🎃)

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