Haddonfield Heart Soar: Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter fifteen: Life Story

Well, after that whole debacle, I bet you are all wondering what my life was like. Well, that's what this chapter is for. Just telling you about my life story. Yes, it is a hiccup between chapter fourteen and chapter sixteen, so just connect fourteen and sixteen together; this is just a side not chapter for your enjoyment :) . Warning: sensitive topics within this back story.

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I was born to two completely broke college kids. With no money, no place to live, and a newborn to watch after, they made the decision... The decision to leave me on my aunt's door step and take their own lives together. I her up never knowing my parents, and only knowing they simply wanted the best for me and my future.

I grew up in that abusive household. I was in charge of cleaning everything while Tawny cooked, and was beaten immediately after school if my chores hadn't been completed. Meals were skipped, clothes were filthy, and I was always dirty and unkept.

The worst was when I was in my teens... we were running low on money... my uncle had the "brilliant" idea of having men pay to come and use me and Tawny. It was a living hell. I was just barely fourteen when I was woken by my uncle, and told not to make a single noise or he would kill me.

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Tawny and I were scarred for life. Our innocence and purity taken at such tender ages... we were the only ones who kept each other going, from making a severe choice of ending it all. That's why we are so close now. At seventeen, I finally ended up pregnant by accident. One of my uncle's "customers" had done it to me.

As soon as my uncle figured it out, he was mortified. It became all too real about the things he had done. He started sobbing then and there, knowing how terrified he had been when he was my age and got his girlfriend, now my aunt, pregnant. They begged for forgiveness... For letting this happen to me... They begged for me to let them help, to try and make things right once and for all.

I refused. I carried the child to term. I loved her at the very second I saw her. Little Victoria. It hurt like hell when I gave her up for adoption, but I knew it would be the best for her. I couldn't see her without thinking of that horrible man who gifted her to me. I cried, and cried, and waited patiently for the few days to pass until I was eighteen.

They begged me not to leave. Tawny had already left, but she and I couldn't look at each other without having flashbacks of the abuse and agonizing terror we went through together. It was too painful to see her everyday. The court hadn't allowed it anyways, and neither did my godparents.

I didn't speak a single word to my godparents, not a single one since I left. I hadn't spoken to Tawny until their death, either. I had attempted to close out my entire past, but it hadn't worked. I just couldn't leave it in the dust as easily as I thought.

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Nothing worked as effectively as closing everyone out, though. I did hardcore drugs in high school. Meth, Cocaine, LSD, Heroine. They would numb my mind and my body, making the harassment and torture back home almost bearable. I went completely cold turkey when I found out I was pregnant, so I nearly died from the sudden terrors of at home life along with the sudden hormone change in the pregnancy.

That was along with the fact I had first tried to end it all when I found out I was going to have a baby. I was completely high when I found out, and the thought of having to end my substance abuse so suddenly was too much. Tawny had come to visit that night, and had forcefully gagged me so I threw up the pills.

I was terrified that entire time. My aunt and uncle were screaming at me in the hospital, completely and utterly livid I tried to stop my pain. That's when I broke. I shrieked back at them about the sex trafficking they forced upon me, the rape that I had to endure just so we could get by, and the fact that one of those disgusting men was going to be a father and I was going to be a mother.

It's unbelievable, but that's the only reason why they finally let me off of the trafficking. I had to literally yell my horrors to them while I was dying in the hospital. I had to summarize everything they put me through. I had to look back at my agonizing life. All of that to end my pain.

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I lived on the streets in the weeks after my eighteenth birthday. I hadn't made arrangements to live anywhere yet, but I wasn't going to stay a single day more than I had to in that terrifying household. I was beaten, robbed, harassed, everything. It was still better than breathing the same air as my godparents.

It was when I was using a newspaper as a blanket that I saw the ad to the house in Haddonfield. I was so relieved when I saw I could afford it, and snuck back to my godparents house when they were back at work. I took my old truck and all the belongings I had left behind and headed off.

I didn't want to have that hell ever in my life again, and I never planned to revisit ever again. After all I've been through? It's he least I could do for myself. As long as those sickening people were out of my entire life, everything would be okay.

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So, there's the main character's story. A couple parts are based off my own life, so this is kind of how I vent out my own problems. This is also related to my OC's backstory, for role play purposes, so I usually stick to the same type of character history.

??? Most vivid childhood memory ???

Peace,
Maxx 🖤