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

•Chapter 28•

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The cat clock ticked, it's tail and eyes swishing from side to side. It was offbeat to the vinyl that was currently playing. Which kind of ticked Y/n off, but it was the only thing that was somewhat interesting to do in the shop.

She was alone today. No Amanda, no Kirk, just herself. There was no traffic on a Tuesday afternoon. Only two people had come into the shop, but just to browse. The highschoolers were back in school, parents and average folk back to work just like her.

This was probably the worst Christmas and New Year's Y/n had. Smacked with a hospital bill and trauma then sent off. Her eyes wandered to the calender.

January 17th, 2006

"Fuck me dude" her head hit the counter and immediately regretted it. She hissed and rubbed her temples. The blood thinners she was on made her more prone to headaches and nausea. So now she had to live with her decision.

It's not like she had anything to do anyways. Y/n completed all her tasks three hours ago and had empty hopes that something would come up. But nope. Her eyes unfocused as she zoned out, the ticking of the clock echoing around her as it synced with her heartbeat. The left ear began to ring. All she could think about was seeing Brandon's lifeless body. Then Michael. Brandon again. Michael....Michael....Michael....

Ting ting

A bicycle rode past the shop. Her eyes focused again and the ringing stopped.
'Who the hell rides a bike in the winter'

"I need a break" Y/n grabbed her tote off the hook before leaving the shop. Turning the sign to closed and locking the door. She figured the café Amanda and her went to would suffice. There were hardly any cars parked on the road, nor were there people walking. It really was dead today.

She swung the glass door open. There was nobody sitting in here either, apart from a middle-aged man typing on his laptop. The register was empty when she walked up, she looked around before ringing the call bell. The sound of a door closing in the kitchen rung out slightly.

"Hey sorry" the person running the café was Damian. He was wearing a band shirt with ripped off sleeves to make it look like a tank top, and had a drying towel hanging on his shoulders. Most of his tattoos were actally on his upper arms rather than his forearms. "What'll it be today?" He tapped a few buttons on the register before giving her a soft smile.

Y/n got her usual order then paid. She sat down at her usual spot by the window, resting her head on her palm while gathering every detail that was outside. A few minutes must have passed, because Damian walked up to her table with her order. Setting it down gently infront of her.

"Aren't I supposed to do that?" She questioned, eyeing him up and down.

"Was feeling generous, that's all" he sat down on the seat accross from her.

"And what about your job, shouldn't you be tending to customers?" Her voice was flat as she took a sip or her drink.

"Look around you, do you see any?" He was right, it was a like a ghost town for small businesses today. She sighed and looked down at her drink.

"Touche. I'm not getting any customers either"

He crossed his legs and put the towel that was on his shoulder on his thighs. "You work at the record shop right?" She nodded, her eyebrow quirked upwards.

"My dad was in a band with the owner" he gave a slight grin while closing his eyes. Y/n chuckled while looking at him in disbelief.

"I knew Kirk was in a band, but with your dad? What a small world"
"Hell yeah, it was a corny hair metal band. Wish I had the pictures of them on me so I could show ya"
"Maybe some other time. I'd love to see them, maybe use them to blackmail my boss" they both laughed with eachother.