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

Chapter 28

NOVEMBER 7 8PM

After the whole pizza incident Michael stayed far away from me. I knew he was angry, he probably thought that I called them to get him taken. But I was just super hungry and wanted some pizza, there's no way he'd believe that shit.

Everyday went the same way. I would wake up, Michael wouldn't be there. Then I would go the whole day just reading, and looking through stuff in the house. Michael mostly stayed outside or in the other bedroom, locked away. Then at nighttime I would hear him leave, I knew he was going out to kill. He would be back by 10am, then the whole cycle would repeat. But on that day it was different..

It was around 8pm and I was getting ready for bed, I had assumed Michael wasn't here because it was night time. I also hadn't heard him. I walked out of the guest bedroom to go brush my teeth and ran straight into Michael's chest. I looked up at him, but he wasn't looking at me. He just walked around me ignoring my presence. He walked into the bedroom across from mine slamming the door behind him. I sighed heavily through my nose in anger, enough was enough. I stomped to the door and opened it, swinging it back letting it hit the wall. Michael was sitting on the bed, his mask off on the nightstand. He spun his head around and stood up quickly. "Look, I'm sorry about the pizza shit okay!? I wasn't trying to get you taken or turn you in, I was just fucking hungry. I wasn't thinking about all of that. But you're really acting like a fucking child right now and I'm sick of it!" I yelled.

Michael charged at me and I let out a squeak backing myself into the corner of the room. He was just inches away from my face, and he was breathing so heavy because he was angry. My heart was racing, I forgot how dangerous this man really was. If he wanted to he could snap my spine into two. He stood there not moving but still looking into my eyes angrily.

I knew he was angry at me for yelling, and for calling the pizza man. But all I could think about was his lips, and without thinking I kissed him.

 When I pulled back, he looked shocked. He slowly backed away from me, I felt embarrassed and confused. Did he want me to kiss him? "Uh- sorry." I said, and I ran out the room back into mines locking the door. I jumped on the bed hiding my face in the pillows. Why did I do that? I thought to myself, I could feel my face heating up now. It's so hard to read that man, did he like me the same way that I liked him? Did he really care about me? Well if he did, I think I just ruined all of that. I could finally admit to myself that I was falling in love with this deranged serial killer. As I drifted off to sleep I could think about was Michael, and his beautiful eyes staring into mines...

"Fuck! Harder Michael!" I moaned

as he thrusted in and out of me. I grasped his hair into my hands as I could feel myself slowly coming...

I woke up drenched in sweat, I have never had a dream like that. As I turned over in bed my eyes met with a pair of dark brown ones. I almost jumped up and screamed, but it was Michael. He was laying on the bed, no covers on him though. He still had his full jumpsuit on and shoes. How the hell did he get in my room, and why was he in my room. "Michael I'm sorry for kissing you." I said without thinking. He said nothing and continued staring at me, the moonlight was glowing through the window, shining down on his face. He looked so majestic and beautiful. He held one of his large hands up and slowly stoked my face, he was looking at me as if I was the most precious thing he had ever seen. And at that moment I knew he had put the whole pizza incident behind. And I knew then and there that he loved me too.

(OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH UPDATES FOR TODAY IM GETTING OUT OF HAND!! I will still keep writing the drafts! I hope you enjoyed! 😁🎃🔪💖💖)