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

Chapter 12

OCTOBER 31 8:47 HALLOWEEN

I burst into tears and leapt into his arms, crying into his chest. He awkwardly watched, and then he slightly patted my back. I pulled away wiping my eyes, but the tears just kept coming, he's finally here- the love of my life is back. "16 years! I waited 16 years for you Michael! I knew you'd come back to me!" I sobbed hugging him again. This went on for another 5 minutes, just me sobbing about how much I've missed him and how much I love him.

I was now clinging to him and blubbering on while crying, I was just too overwhelmed with joy. After about another 5 minutes I finally calmed down and stopped crying for good. "There's so much you've missed Michael. Our daughter, she's doing amazing, she looks exactly like you." I said caressing his face, he still had the mask on but he was looking down at me. The homeless man on the ground gurgled, making me and Michael look down. I casually stepped away while Michael stomped on his head, it squished like a Jack O lantern under his boot. After he was done he wiped his shoe across the dusty wooden floor, I embraced him again, and stayed like that. He still had that wonderful pine scent to him, I pulled away again looking him in the eyes, the moonlight was shining through the window so I could see them so clearly. This whole moment just brings me back to when we first met, and I first saw his beautiful face, I wanna take that mask off now. Suddenly the door burst open making a loud noise, I jumped and me and Michael turned to see who it was. I thought it was the police at first, but no. It was my daughter Janet, she was standing there, breathing heavily while holding a skillet in her hand.

I could hear my mother sobbing, and it sounded like she was begging for mercy. Without thinking I kicked at the door with all my strength and it opened, I stood there heaving and holding the skillet up, ready to attack. My mother was standing there, her face was stained with tears, and standing right in front of her was the tallest man I've ever seen. He had on a dirty blue jumpsuit, and this strange white mask. The sight of him just struck me with fear, but I'm not gonna let him hurt my own mother. I charged at him whacking him upside the head with the skillet, he fell back on the floor and I continued hitting him.

"OH MY GOODNESS JANET WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" I screamed grabbing her and pulling her off of Michael. I struggled to pull her off, she was still trying to get at him, swinging the skillet like a mad man. I finally got a hold of her and dragged her across the room. She let go of me and was breathing so hard, "Janet?! What are you doing here?" I asked her. She did nothing but hugged me, she hugged me so tight that I could feel my bones rubbing together. "Oh mom! I'm so sorry about what I said!" She wailed into my shoulder, she pulled away again glaring across the room at Michael. He seemed stunned by what just happened, and was slowly getting off the ground. Janet raised the skillet again and was about to go back over there but I blocked her. "Janet? What are you doing?!" I asked again, looking at her like she had lost her mind. I don't know how the hell she got here, and how she found out I was here. But I was too shocked at what just happened to even think about that right now, she looked at me like I had lost my mind. "Mom! That's the killer! It's him!" She yelled pointing the skillet at Michael, who was now up and rubbing his head.

I sighed, "Look Janet, I know he's the killer." I told her calmly. She slowly lowered the skillet, staring at me. She then turned from Michael to me, "What the fuck is going on?" She said. I sighed and hesitated, I looked at Michael from across the room, he avoided eye contact with me, now scratching his neck. I gently grabbed Janet by the shoulders, trying to calm her down, because she looked like she was about to go after Michael again. "Look honey, I know I never told you who your father was." I said, now looking her in the eye. She looked at me like she was confused, and then her eyes widened. She looked from me, to Michael, to me again, and then to Michael. She was now trembling as she backed away from me, the skillet fell out of her hand falling on the ground with a soft thud. "No.." She said, now violently shaking her head, her eyes were now welling up with tears as she stared at Michael. I tried approaching, "Janet sweetie, It's okay-"

She ran out of the room, and I could hear her running down the stairs and out of the house. I stared at the doorway, and then back at Michael, feeling helpless as fuck.

I ran out of the house, my leg scraped against the rusty fence leaving a cut, but I didn't feel it, nor do I care. This just can't be happening right now, this can't be real. I made it back to the house and ran inside slamming the door behind me. I trudged upstairs, my legs were starting to ache from all that running I just did, I don't feel anything right now, I feel so numb. I don't know how am I suppose to react to shit like this? How am I suppose to react to my father being a deranged serial killer? And my mother...

I laughed bitterly at myself thinking about her. She lied.. She kept it all away from me, she fucking lied. My own mother!

I trust her so much, I would die for her if she asked, and this is how I get treated in return. I paced around my room, trying to think, but I just can't. My brain feels like static, I can't think at all- I've got to get out of here. I went to my closet searching around, until I finally found my Halloween costume. It was cat woman, one of my favorite characters from the Marvel comic series. I meant to wear it last year, bought it without telling my mom. Had this whole plan of sneaking out with it on, on Halloween, maybe going to go do something fun. But of course I couldn't because she didn't want me to, giving me that same story for almost 11 years, that it's dangerous.

But tonight, is gonna be my night, and I don't care what she has to say. Life is too short to be sitting around in the house instead of out having fun and enjoying myself. It's crazy to think like that, because I wouldn't be thinking this way like 2 weeks ago. But going out to that bar that day was one of the funnest things I've done in a while, and maybe socializing isn't so bad as I thought it was.

I put the costume on, and finished off with putting on some mascara, once I was done I stood in my mirror staring at my reflection. The costume really showed off my shape, mom would be really pissed if she saw me wearing something like this- which is why I'm gonna wear it. Out of no where I just started laughing, I laughed so hard until it turned into a cackle, and tears were running down my face. What the hell am I doing with my life? What is life? I wiped my eyes, not caring if it smeared my mascara. I trudged downstairs and went straight to the fridge grabbing a six pack. I opened the pantry and grabbed a family size bag of Cheeto puffs. As I went to the front door, I got one last look at my reflection in the glass, then I headed out.

Tonight is my night, and nobody's gonna take it away from me, not my mother, and not that monster of a father, no one.

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