🅄🄽🅂🅃🄰🄱🄻🄴 - Michael Myers X Reader

🎃 Chapter: 29 🎃

Daisy and Helena seemed unsure of what they should do next. They didn't want to leave me with someone I wasn't currently fond of. I gave them a nod so they could go inside, and I could get this conversation over with.

"Hey." Blake walked up to me. He was looking down at the ground more than he was making eye contact.

"Hey." I said back, wanting him to just speak and push the conversation forward.

"I'm sorry I was so pushy at the party. I was really drunk and just... there's no excuse." He held his hands to his chest as he looked into my eyes. My faces softened. I was still upset at him, but I wasn't expecting such a nice apology.

"It's fine, I get it." I crossed my arms while looking at the ground. This conversation was getting quiet and awkward.

"So..." Blake rocked his body back and forth in a nervous manner. "Wanna go get coffee sometime?"

I stayed quiet for a moment. I was once interested in him, yes, but after that party? I wasn't as into him anymore. Maybe I was moving on too quickly, but it was a gut feeling.

"I don't know, Blake. I've been busy with my new job, and I'm only really out late at night -" my excuses were cutoff.

"We can make it work. It's not like you work twenty-four hours every day." He blurted out.

"Maybe sometime. I um... I really have to go now. I need to talk to my parents about something personal. I'll talk to you later, okay?" I said while backing up towards my car.

"Bye, Y/N." His voice was low, and he seemed upset. I can't please everyone.

I turned and got in my car. Without the distraction of another person, my mind was racing. I felt like I was seeing into another life. It was like I couldn't even remember something that felt so clear to me. Was that why Michael was hunting me? Was he even hunting me? I definitely have to talk to Michael about this even though I know there would be no answer coming from him.

Was I going over the speed limit? Perhaps I was. Doesn't matter if no cops pull me over. Luckily, it was too late for any of them to be in neighborhoods.

I raced to my parents' house, basically throwing myself out of the car to go to the front door. My finger pressed against the doorbell sporadically. I don't care how late it is, I have to get an answer.

After a few minutes, I rang the bell again. A light turned on in my parents' bedroom, showing me that they were now awake. A few minutes later and the door opened in front of me.

"Y/N? Is something wrong?" My mother opened the door and stepped to the side to let me in. I walked into the house, my arms still crossing over my chest.

"Why didn't you ever tell me about Michael? I was friends with him when I was a kid, right?" I spoke quickly, looking into my mother's eyes. A look of betrayal and confusion covered my face.

My mother only sighed. Shaking her head as if it would shake off the questions I just asked her.

"Take a seat." She placed a hand on my shoulder, lightly leading me to the dining room table. "Honey, we need you here." Her voice called out to my father. He soon came down the stairs and instantly noticed the tone of the room.

I sat across from both of my parents, looking between the two while waiting for answers. My mother took a deep breath, knowing that she had to start first since my father didn't even know why I'm here yet.

"We hired Judith to babysit you when you were a child." My mother started, instantly getting stopped by my father.

"I thought we -" He started to speak but was cut off by my mother.

"She remembered." My father wore a look of horror as he changed his gaze from my mother to me. "Judith only came by a few times, but it wasn't her that you connected with. It was her little brother. Michael Myers seemed to grow close to you over time. That's what makes what he did so much worse. On halloween night, he killed Judith by stabbing her. He was sent to a sanatorium, the same one you're working at now. Over the years, you seemed to forget about Michael, and we used that to our advantage. You weren't supposed to remember any of this. Michael was supposed to be left in the past."

The room fell silent. I felt sick to my stomach after hearing the whole story. I could remember it all now. Michael, Judith, that night when I never saw either of them again.

"Please," my father grabbed onto my hands, holding them in his. "Please never get close to that monster. I know you're adamant about working there, but please just stick to your job and never get near him."

"I won't." I whispered while looking into his sorrowful and worried eyes. If only they knew what my job was there. What they don't know wouldn't hurt them.

"I'm sorry we kept this from you for so long. We just want to move on from this tragedy." My mother spoke, she held the same look in her eyes as my father.

"That's okay... I'm sorry I woke you." I stood up from the table. I've had way too many important conversations tonight. Only two, but that's two to many.

"Drive home safely." My parents stood up as well. They followed me to the door.

"And Y/N?" I stopped and looked back at them. "Stay away from Michael Myers."

It was almost like a warning. The seriousness in my parents' voices this whole night made me uneasy. This is a lot to handle.

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