Welcome Home Michael Myers (Michael Myers x Black Reader Part 2)

Chapter 6

OCTOBER 27 7:33PM

I do feel a little guilty for yelling at Janet about going out and making friends, but I just want what's best for her. I don't think it's healthy mentally to be sitting around the house all day 24/7 and not socializing with other people. I mean how is she gonna get a job, or fill out college applications and do interviews? It's for the best, I know what's best for her. I took the stacks of books from under my bed and started putting them all away in alphabetical order back on the shelf in the library. I feel guilty for trying to take something away from her that makes her happy, I'll never do it again. After all, the law did take Michael away from me, I should know better than to do something like that to her. I haven't heard anything else about Michael's escape, I've been watching the news all day trying to figure out more. I know I wanted Janet to leave and go socialize, but I also didn't want her hearing about the whole Michael situation. I've never told her who her father is, and I don't know how she'd act if she found out. She'd probably have a meltdown, or hate me for the rest of my life, or she'd try to turn us both in. "No." I said out loud shaking my head. I can't let her know- I mean just not now, I have to figure out how I'm gonna break the news to her. How the hell do you tell your own daughter that her father is a deranged killer? And how am I gonna tell her that we're in love regardless of the things he did? What about the shit I've done? Should I tell her that?

I got up from the floor rubbing my head, slowly feeling a headache coming. I looked at my watch and I looked outside the window, it was already dark outside. The only thing I could see was the street lamp further down the road, and Mr. and Mrs. Chang's inflatable Jack O lantern they put out on their front yard. The large oak tree in front of the window was blocking most of my view from the sidewalk, when I first moved here the real estate people offered to cut it down. But I declined, It's probably been there for years, who wants to get rid of something historical?

I gasped and pressed my forehead up against the window. I could've sworn I saw something move down there, could it be? Is he really home? I could feel my heart almost beating out of my chest as I scrambled to my bedroom, fixing my hair. If it's really him I want to look my best, I haven't seen him in almost 16 years. I don't really care about telling Janet about him, I can figure that out later. I heard the doorknob jingling from downstairs and I ran down there, nearly tripping and stumbling down the stairs. As I approached the door I could see the outline of someone tall, with broad shoulders. It's him, he's here! He's come home! I could feel my cheeks going numb, I just can't stop smiling. It's been 16 years, 16 fucking ye-

The door opened, I was expecting to see Michael walking in the house, blue jumpsuit and everything- it was just Janet..

I let out a sigh of frustration and disappointment, I should've known it was her, they almost have the same exact shape- the same damn height. I quickly fixed my face acting as if I was expecting her here and I was happy to see her. I mean I am, but I would've been overjoyed if it was Michael. "Hey sweetie! Did you make some friends?" I asked her giving her a hug, I stopped smiling when I saw her face. She looked tired, miserable. Like she was given some really bad news, or like she was delivering bad news. "What's wrong?" I asked her. She didn't speak as she took her jacket off and hung it on the coat rack, I could feel my heart beating again, not because of excitement but anxiety. Did she find out? Did she see him? "Janet, what's wrong?" I asked again following her to the living room. She plopped down on the sofa, she was holding a stack of papers in her hand, I was gonna ask what it was but she started to talk. "Mom?" She said looking at me. I sat down beside her, already sensing that this was something to worry about. "Yeah?" I said, brushing some hair out of her face. She hesitated to talk and she glanced down at the papers she was holding and back at me.

"Do you know anyone named Annie Myers?"

I stopped touching her hair and drew my hand back like I burned it. I stood up fast my eyes widening. She looked at me confusingly, and I quickly tried to act natural again. I let out a fake chuckle and sat back down beside her, "Why you asking me that Jan Jan?" I said as casually as I could, but my voice trembling a bit. "There was this lady at this b- lounge I went to and-"

"What lady?!" I said standing up again, raising my voice. She looked at me startled and confused, I slowly sat back down putting my fake smile back on. "What lady sweetie?" I asked again, much quieter and calmer. "Her name was Laurie, she looked so sad mom. I asked her what was wrong and she gave me this."

She took one of the papers and handed it out to me, I took it and what I saw on it made my heart drop and my skin go cold.

It was Annie, my ex friend now enemy for life. She tried to turn me in to the police, and she was responsible for the death of all of my friends, such an evil twisted bitch. I never heard from her after I left that day and got into that car wreck, I thought maybe she'd run away. She said she was going to, said her and Michael were running away to Cuba. I never forgave him until after I heard the news that the farmhouse had burned down. I know he'd done it, I'm not sure if he murdered Annie in it- I hope he did, I think I hate her more that Tiffany.

"Mom? You alright?"

I zoned out, and I realized now that I was clutching the missing paper, almost tearing it, and my hands were trembling and now moist with sweat. I nervously laughed as I sat the paper down on the coffee table, combing my hands through my hair. "Well? Have you heard of her? I assumed you did since you probably would've been in high school when she went missing, so I took-"

"Janet! Why are you talking to strangers? And taking shit from them?!" I yelled angrily at her. She looked hurt and startled that I yelled, I didn't mean to, my nerves and so messed up right now, I feel like I'm gonna have a meltdown, this can't be happening.

"You told me to go out! Talk to people! That's what I did! So what's the problem?" She snarled. I didn't bother to scold her for getting an attitude, I did tell her to go out and talk to people, this is all my fucking fault! I should've remembered that Laurie was still alive. "Look- I'm so sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to yell at you. And I'm sorry about earlier today, there's nothing wrong with staying inside and reading all day- in fact I'm happy that you enjoy your own company!" I said ringing my hands nervously, my mind was racing so much, I could barely thing about what I was saying, I was just rambling at this point. If she talked to Laurie then she might have told her about Michael....

"It's okay mom. I get it you want me to have a normal life, I honestly didn't mind going to the lounge I think I might want to go back-"

"NO!" I yelled standing up, making her jump. I sat back down quickly trying to calm myself down, "I think it's just best you stay here, and don't talk to anymore strangers. Doesn't that sound nice? isn't that what you wanted Jan Jan?" I said. She stared at me with confusion, and curiosity, "Um.. I guess? May I ask why?" She finally said. I tried to think of something to say, an excuse. An excuse other than there is a killer on the loose and that it's her father. "Well I- we can do plenty of things here together. We can carve some pumpkins, watch scary movies- Wouldn't you like that Jan?" I asked her, now holding her hand. She smiled at me, "Sure I would mom, we hardly get to do anything together because of your job and because of me going to school."

I smiled at her, relived that she was agreeing. "Exactly! I'll go buy some pumpkins tomorrow and we can carve them!" I told her eagerly, she nodded again still grinning. I can feel a pang of guilt rising in me, I hate that I'm lying to me child. But she can't know- not now. And when she does find out I want it to be from me, no one else. "So this Laurie lady.." I said now deep in my thoughts, figuring out what I'm gonna do. "Yeah?" Janet said sitting up. "Well, what else did she say to you?" I asked her. She hesitated to answer at first, making me get anxious again. She told her...

"She said I looked like him."

"Who?" I asked now grasping her hand. "She didn't say who she just said him. Do you know her?" She asked me.

I let go of her hand now staring off into space, there's no way Laurie knows who Janet is does she?

"Mom-"

"Honey, it's getting late. Why don't you go to bed- I'll hand some of these papers out at work tomorrow." I said now taking them from her. She stared at me for a moment, like I was odd. Then she got up and trudged upstairs, once I heard her door closed I took the stack of papers and ran to my office, putting them in the paper shredder. I don't what I'm gonna do now, she's going to find out soon, and I don't know how she's going to react.

I wish Michael was here, I need someone to comfort me. He'd probably know what to do! 

He'd kill them, that what he'd do

(I hope you enjoyed! Happy spooky month! Watch plenty of scary movies and carve loads of pumpkins! 🎃🎃🔪💖)