Hold Me Down (Michael Myers x Reader)(ON HOLD)

•Chapter 22•

TW: mentions of abuse, ED(Eating Disorder). Panic Attack
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The clock read 11:53. Y/n tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the men who were repairing her door to come over. Hoping they'd finish up before Amanda would arrive. Even though she didn't give a certain time when she'd visit, but she prayed to the universe that things would work out for once.

Y/n sighed and sluggishly leaned back. It was no use getting anxiety over such small things. The floor board creaked behind her and she jolted upright before turning around. "Michael" She groaned. Another problem, great. Well he wasn't a problem inherently, he was...a challenge due to current circumstances.

"You can't be here" her hand pressed her forehead and slid down her face. Her eyebrows furrowing at him. "There are going to be people over" Michael visibly tensed at those words. Luckily he had found his notebook and would be able to voice his disapproval properly.

"Why?" He held up the pad. Ohhh she had a feeling this wasn't going to end well. "Because you broke my door and some men are coming over to replace it" She stood up promptly and continued "and my best friend is coming over for a few drinks".

"And before you write anything else. This is my house. I get to decide when people get to come over. And no killing." her voice held sterness while talking. He lowered the notepad and just looked at her. She scoffed, knew he must've felt some form of defeat.
A knock came at the door.

"Shit- Michael-" Y/n almost tripped trying to get around the couch. "You need to go, now" she pushed his chest to move him back "come on Michael!" She shouted. He began to move slowly, turning and heading to the stairs. Ascending up them slowly. She chuckled, thinking about how unserious it was seeing him walk up the steps.
There was another knock.

"Coming!" She yelled and opened the door. "Afternoon to ya!" One of the men said. They were both wearing baseball caps, but their attire was different. One of them was taller, more lean as he wore some tattered overalls and a greasy red polo shirt. The other shorter a bulkier as he wore skinny jeans covered in paint and had a plad button up. "Is this Miss L/n's home?" He looked at his clipboard. "It is, yes" she opened the door wider "You guys are here to repair my door?"

"That'd be right. Might we come in and take a look-see?" The bulkier one said, sharing a similar dialect to the man in the store. "Of course" she moved out of the way for them to step in. And they obliged. "My name is Bobby Joe" the bulkier one offered his hand to Y/n.

She took it and he shook it firmly. "And mine is Logan" the lean one said,  tilting his cap at her. His accent not as strong as his counterpart. "We're Billy Jo's kin" Bobby Joe flashed a smile. "He means that we're his sons, the man you met at the door shop" Logan whispered to Y/n. Which she promptly nodded to.

"Well, the door is back in the kitchen-"
Y/n lead them back to where the door was, duck tap covering the broken panes.  "What do we got here?" Bobby Joe placed his hands on his hips while looking at the sight infront of him. "Oh...yeah I- slammed it too hard" she spoke the best story to tell them. "Miss, do you think I'm plumb stupid?" Bobby Joe shook his head and tsked. "I won't pry, just don't be tellin' stories" he motioned his head for his brother to follow him. Leaving Y/n slightly embarrassed.

"We're just gonna assess real quick" Logan nodded to her before they started talking amongst themselves. She looked at the both of their features. Bobby Joe had sideburns, his hair was graying, almost completely. His cheeks slightly reddened possibly from the sun. Logan on the other hand looked younger, though he had only a few grays poking from the side of his cap. His hair a dark brown. He had a small stubble, the patches where a beard would grow was lighter than the rest of his face.