Don't Call Me 'Son' (Jeff the Killer Fanfic) [2nd Place in Jeff the Killer 2016]

Or Is It?

Michael honestly didn't know how he had gotten in this situation.

Michael was standing in front of a door, holding his suitcase. It was the very suitcase that he had used when he first arrived at the Thompson house, as well as many foster homes before. He rarely paid attention or seemed to care about new families, but this family was the one he was particularly worried about.

What if the didn't like him the first time? What if he embarrassed himself the first time he came over and they all hated him before they actually got to know him? What if? What if? What if?

You should probably knock, Michael heard the voice say.

Michael bit his lip and dipped his head down, his ears turning red. He honestly never felt so embarrassed or nervous in his life before. Michael clenched his fist next to his side and tried to master up the courage to knock on the door. But God, it was like his body wouldn't let him. The butterflies in his stomach felt like they, too, wanted to vomit inside, and his body was shaking from fright. The thought of being rejected was too much to bear.

God... Please, help me...

"Are you going to stand there, or are you going to knock on the door?" A voice suddenly said, causing Michael to jump in fright.

A muffled, mischievous laugh filled Michael's his ears as recognition overtook him. With his heart calming down, Michael lifted up his gaze to look at the door he stood in front of. Right in front of him, was a tiny door that was meant to peek to the other side. Much like a peep hole. But as soon as he saw what was on the other side of the tiny door, Michael felt his jitters melt away.

It was Jake.

Michael averted his gaze and felt his cheeks turn pink. Like usual, he didn't say anything or much, but his body language was enough for Jake to understand.

Jake grinned and pulled away from the peep door. "Okay, okay. I get it. Give me a second."

Jake quickly closed the peep door and Michael stood there, moving his body weight from one leg to the other. The quick sounds of chains being unlocked could be heard from the other side before the door suddenly opened. Michael lifted his gaze and found himself looking at the only human being who actually took the time to listen...

And the only person who had the sense to wear pajamas during the day.

Sighing, Michael felt his shoulders drop and his heart sink. This part of Jake always made Michael's head hurt.

"Hurry up inside. My parents are going to leave any minute now and they want to welcome you," Jake said with a smirk.

He opened the door and moved out of the way for Michael to enter, which Michael responded with a kind nod. He took a few steps forward before he actually got inside the house.

He could never get used to how big it was. It was almost bigger than Liberty's house...

"Just leave the bags by the door. The maids will take care of it," Jake said as he closed the door.

Michael clutched his suitcase's handle before he nodded and placed it down. He knew that Jake didn't like the suitcase much, since it was so old. But because he went through so much with it, he couldn't just let it go.

It was like Jojo....

Michael smiled from the memory of his stuffed animal. After having been in the Thompson family, Michael realized that Liberty needed Jojo more than he did. He gave it to her so that she wouldn't have to hide in the closet anymore. He hoped that she would find comfort in his words, just like he once did. But then again, Jojo stopped talking after the voice started to act up.