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

Chapter 9

(They got Michael in Fortnite ya'll)

I ran home as fast as I can, not stopping to catch my breath. When I finally got to my house and slammed the door shut behind me, locking it. I stood there with my back up against the door catching my breath, I want to get some water but I need to tell my mom first. I ran over to the phone dialing my mothers, number, it rung for like 20 seconds.

Come on mama, please pick up the phone.

"Hello?" My mother said in her business voice.

"MOM! IT'S ME! WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?" I said. "Honey I'm at work. Why you asking? Is there something wrong?" She asked, I can hear the worry in her voice. I swallowed, my eyes darting around the kitchen. I couldn't tell her that I went outside, she'd get mad. "I um- you need to come home, it's an emergency." I finally said, gosh what a dumb response. "What emergency? Are you hurt?" She asked me. "No I'm not, I just- can you just come home?"

I could hear her sigh on the other end, "Alright fine, I'll be there in like 15 minutes." She said. "Okay great, see you there." I told her, then I hung up the phone. I don't know how I'm gonna break the news to her, or how she's gonna react.

My mother came and it took her exactly 15 minutes like she told me. I now paced back and forth in the Livingroom, not being able to sit still. I could hear the doorknob jingling and startled me at first. I ran to the kitchen grabbing a skillet, then I stood there by the door, raising it, ready strike. When the door open I was going to swing but I saw that it was my mother saw I lowered it, she looked at me shocked and confused. "Girl what are you doing with that skillet pan?" She asked me hanging her coat up. I was still so anxious, and I was so sweaty like I had ran a marathon, "Oh uh nothing mom I just thought-"

"You thought what?" She asked coming forward. I went back into the kitchen putting the skillet back, my mother right on my heels. "What's the emergency?" She asked me, her arms now folded, tapping her foot impatiently. I hesitated to tell her, but I can't just keep something like this away from her. "Mom, did you know there's a serial killer on the loose right now?" I finally said. My mothers eyes widened, then they narrowed. "Who told you that Janet?" She asked, now placing her hands on her hips.

"Look- I went outside- just for a little walk I needed fresh air!" I said. She threw her hands in the air, "I knew it! I told you not to go out there didn't I?!" She said angrily. "Why couldn't I before? Did you know about this the whole time?" I asked her suspiciously.

She looked away from me, scratching the back of her neck. "I did, but I chose not to tell you because I knew you'd get worked up and worried." She said. I know I probably should be angry at her for not telling me sooner. But maybe she was just doing it to protect me. She looked worried and tensed, then when she saw that I wasn't gonna get angry she relaxed. "What are we gonna do?" I asked her, sitting at the kitchen island. "Well, my boss let us go home early since Halloween is tomorrow. I guess we'll just stay in here." She said sitting down beside me. I nodded, still feeling anxious. "I guess that's a good enough idea." I said. "Yes it is, but you're on punishment for leaving the house, because I told you not to." She said.

"WHAT?" I yelled standing up. She didn't scold me for raising my voice, she just looked straight ahead, her fingers interlaced on the counter. "those were the rules, weren't they?" She finally said looking at me. "I mean yeah but- how was I suppose to know this was going on?" I asked her. "You don't need to know, that's grown folks business!" She retorted.

"Mom, I'm 17 years old I think I have the right-"

"No you do not! And what you're not gonna do is stand in the middle of my kitchen and argue with me! Now go to bed!" She yelled pointing at the staircase. I couldn't control my anger at this point, "I hate you!" I yelled, then I stomped upstairs slamming my door behind me. I paced around my room angrily and kicked at my dresser. This isn't fucking fair! I'm getting punished because I went outside?! I could feel my anxiety going away about the serial killer. I stood up grabbing my phone off my desk and browsed through Facebook. I went on Tyler's page, we're friends on there- not sure why. He's got almost 50 thousand friends, I scrolled through his page until I found what I was looking for.

Party at my place on Halloween! Wear a costume and bring some alcohol! It's gonna be happening around 8 o'clock!

I know I said I wasn't gonna go- but fuck that! I'm not gonna stay all cooped up in the house because of her! And she's not gonna keep me in here!

You'd think I'd be mad or hurt that my own daughter just told me she hated me, but I honestly don't give a shit. She's a teenager after all, just another mood swing. I lit my cigarette and smoked it quickly in the kitchen, I swore I would quit last year, but right now I'm stressed. Halloween is tomorrow, and I know some shit is gonna go down- especially now that Michael is on the loose again. I just know it's gonna be crazy, and someone's gonna die- I can feel it.

I wonder who the hell told Janet about this shit, I've done everything to keep this away from her, everything. I unplugged the cable- told her it just wasn't working. I also stopped giving her the newspapers, I don't have to worry much about social media, no one talks about this stuff online. I finished smoking my cigarette and threw the bud in the trash can, now standing up. My boss made me leave early, he knows the issue with Michael- he think he'll come up to my job and try to kill me or something. I hate that I keep lying to Janet, she has every right to hate me, and she has every right to be mad. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes, but I didn't stop them. I am an awful mom, I deserve to be hated. And when she finds out the truth- she'll despise me, I just know it.

(Happy Spooky day!🎃🎃🔪)