Hold Me Down (Michael Myers x Reader)(ON HOLD)

•Chapter 25•

MAJOR Tw: Mentions of drugging and r@pe.
Physical violence, blood/gore, y'know, the usual...
Strap in cause this is a long chapter
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"What?"

"It's...Brandon"

"How is that possible?" Y/n stood up, a fight or flight sense kicking in. "I-I don't know- how did he, what did he-" More loud knocks came at the door as Amanda covered her mouth, trying to mask her panicked breathing as best she could.

"Amanda" Brandon's voice said through the Keyhole of the door "Open up sweet cheeks, we need to talk" the doorknob wiggled as he tried to twist it. "You locked it?" Y/n got infront of her friend defensively "Y-Yeah... out of instinct-" "AMANDA!" He yelled as the door shook. He most likely was banging his whole fist on it "Open the door...please. Don't make me kick it down." The sudden changes in his tone immediately screamed psychopath, and this wasn't Y/ns first run in with one. Despite the fact that she didn't trust Brandon to begin with, he was now showing his true colors.

"She's got door insurance, so go ahead! It will look good on your felony charges!" Y/n tried her best to not show fear in her voice. Although Brandon basically was a gremlin in size compared to Michael, he was still tall. The star quarter back in highschool, went to the gym a few times a week, and could most definitely kick down a door. "You brought a friend? Hm? This was supposed to be our trip Amanda" "Leave you creep, or I'll call the-" she then realized that there was no cell reception.

"Police? Now why would you need them? They're not going to be much help out here" He replied in a sickly sweet tone, clearly mocking her attempt at scaring him off. "Amanda, isn't there a landline phone in the kitchen?" Y/n said while not taking her eyes off of the door. "My grandma hasn't paid the bill" "Crap."

"I'll give you until the count of 3" He announced, talking to them like they were toddlers. Amanda was in tears and Y/n gritted her teeth. There was no way to stop him from doing that. Brandon clearly didn't care about breaking the law anymore.
"3"

"Stay behind me"

"2"

"This is gonna get messy"

"1"
The door shook with ferocity as he kicked, trying to get the hane unhinged. "Amanda get out of here, find a weapon or something" "But we don't have-" "Did I stutter? Go!" Another kick landed on the door as the screws came lose on the knob. She heard Amanda scurry off in search of whatever could help them. Now it was just her and the impending dread of facing off with an unhinged ex-boyfriend. Until she heard a loud thud behind her. "Amanda?" Y/n said warily as she made sure not to keep her eyes off of the door. While Brandon landed more kicks, Y/n went searching for what the noise wasn't. She glazed over all of the bedrooms and the bathroom until she got to the kitchen.

There she saw Amanda laying on the floor, unmoving in a pool of spilled wine. The bottle was on top of the fridge, but it was tipped over and opened. "Amanda wake up! C'mon this is just sad" she leaned back to look at the door that was only a few kicks away from opening. She most likely slid on the wine and the back of her head hit the ground, explaining the thud. "How convenient this happens. Always gotta do shit myself" she grabbed the bottle off the top of the fridge and decides that would be her best bet. Just in time too, because the door flew open with Brandon right behind it.

"Let's all calm down and come to our senses here" He said, looking Y/n dead in the eye. "You're the only one who needs to calm down, you kicked the door in" she squeezed the neck of the bottle tightly. "Put the bottle down. I have no weapons on me" he held his hands up like he was trying to calm a rabid dog. "I'm not stupid" she wasn't outnumbered, but she was outsized, outmatched...and a whole bunch of other comparisons that made it all the more possible for her to be taken down. "I never said that you were-" "I have a right to bear arms, I'll be damned if I don't use it."