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

Chapter 15

(Writer's block, that's all I got to say...)

I don't know how long I've been at Tyler's party, I've been dancing for a very long time, and even though my feet haven't fallen off they're starting to hurt. Tyler's house was even more complicated in the inside, even with all the windows. I've been trying to search for a damn bathroom for at least 5 minutes now, I was now walking down the second floor main hallway for the 2nd time trying to look. There was a door that I hadn't checked, it was tucked around the corner art the end of the hallway. I walked to it holding my stomach, trying my best not to throw up, I feel stupid now for drinking all of that alcohol and jumping around like a kangaroo. I don't wanna puke on Tyler's floor, he'd probably get pissed off at me for it. I turned the doorknob on the door and it didn't budge, so I turned it a little harder and heard a pop. The door opened and I poked my head inside hoping to see a bathroom, but what I saw instead made me pull my head out so fast I pulled a muscle in my neck. It was a bedroom, and all I saw on the bed was a lot of skin entangling. It don't take rocket science to know what's going on, "Shut the fucking door!" I heard a guy inside yell angrily. "I- I'm sorry!- I just need to use the restroom!" I said from behind the door, I could feel my ears heating up now. "It's the door on the right, make it quick." The guy said. I quietly thanked him and walked inside, shielding my eyes away from the people on the bed.

I opened the door and thankfully it was a bathroom, but it smelled awful- like shit and throw up. I covered my nose and lifted the toilet seat up with my foot, whoever used it last did not flush. It looked like a mixture of diarrhea and Cheetos. I looked around for something I could use to flush it real quick, but I could feel the alcohol coming back up in my stomach. Without thinking, I ran over to the sink and threw my head over it, and started throwing up. After about a good 2 minutes I felt better and turned the water on, washing everything down the drain. I was gonna leave, but then I got a good look at myself in the mirror. The mascara that I had on was now smudged from throwing up and sweating, my eyes looked bloodshot like I haven't slept in days. And my hair was now frizzing up and loosing it's curl, I look an awful fucking mess.

I've drunk at least 5 cans of beer, but right now I feel so sober and have so much fucking regret. This isn't nothing like me- I hate parties! (and Tyler too) I did all this because I found out who my real father is, starting to think it was a good idea for my mother to keep it from me for all these years. But even now she shouldn't have told me. You would've had to find out anyways... I thought to myself, and it's true. Sooner or later I was gonna find out the truth, but at least it was from my own mother's mouth, not the news or someone out on the street. Thinking of my mom now made me feel that pang of guilt again, she was keeping it away for my own good. For a moment I felt bad for how I acted, and also for running off, but then I remembered.

He's a serial killer...

And my mom knew, not only that but he's escaped from the hospital, and my mother knew and didn't seem care. I could feel the anger rising in me now, how could she be so okay with this? Someone started banging on the door and it made me fall back and fall on the floor. "Hurry up in there!" I heard a muffled voice say. "Okay!" I yelled back angrily, I got up rubbing my ass, because I fell really hard on it. I heard someone groan from behind the shower curtain making me jump, I pulled it back and saw a guy passed out in the tub. His pants were down and I could see some orange stuff smeared on his face, I guess he's the one who didn't flush the toilet. I washed my hands and left the bathroom, the people in the bed had gone back to what they were doing, not really caring that I was there, and I didn't care either. I have a lot bigger stuff to be worried about than some people having a fucking orgy. I just found out my dad is the deranged serial killer Michael Myers, and not only that, but my mom knew the whole time and doesn't seem at all bothered about it. I went back downstairs now where the party was still going on, it looked exactly liked it looked when I first came in. But there were now a lot more people inside, there were so many people inside that everywhere I walked I was brushing or bumping someone's shoulder.

The air was getting really hot and hard to breath in, I was gonna go out the front door, but there were just as many people out there as there were inside. I walked to the kitchen, it was the least crowded room right now. I could hear people chanting "Chug! Chug! Chug!" from the dining room and knew someone was getting seriously wasted. Tyler's kitchen was a lot bigger than an average sized kitchen, all the snacks and alcohol was laid out on the counter. The Cheeto puffs that I brought were now almost gone, so was the six pack. I heard some loud laughing and turned around, there was a glass sliding door that went to the back area. I went outside letting the cool air touch my hot sweaty face, it was a lot colder than earlier but it still felt good to me. There were a few people outside just drinking and talking, there was a huge bonfire a few feet from me. There were people gathered around it, most of them dressed as football players and cheerleaders. Yeah, that's definitely Tyler's circle, I walked as far away as I can get from the bonfire. I do not feel like dealing with Tyler and his little crew, I do appreciate him letting me come to the party, but right now I'm in a bad mood. Tyler's yard didn't have a backyard for some strange reason his house was on a large rocky hill, but I could see some stone steps leading down into the woods on a gravel like path.

There was water sparkling behind the tall pine trees, there were too many people hanging around the stairs, and I really don't want to be bothered. So I climbed down the hill not really falling because of my height. I turned back around and could hear them still talking, their laughter echoing around the woods. How I wish I could be one of them, not a care in the world, nothing to worry about but being at home at a certain time. I turned my back and made my way into the woods, the air smelled so much better and earthier out here. As I got closer to the lake I could hear frogs and crickets all around me, I stood in front of the lake and closed my eyes, soaking it all in. For a second I forgot about everything- my mother, and my deranged serial killer father. But it all came crashing back like waves, I sat down on the banks and stared at the water. The way it sparkled and twinkled made it looked like something out of a Disney movie, so fairytale-like.

I could hear people laughing and talking and their voices were getting closer. I looked over my shoulder and saw Tyler and his football friends walking down to the lake.

Oh boy here we go..... I thought to myself.

(Please forgive me for not updating, I've been trying to work on my mental and physical health, but also I've been experiencing writer's block which is so fucking annoying. It's like I want to write but can't figure out what. Went back and redoing a lot of the drafts because they're shitty. Let me know what you think, it's just short and simple but I plan on updating right after this.🔪🔪🎃💖)