Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Ten

 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna and my other OCs.

Chapter Ten

Recap:

“The minute you were given a pelvic exam and I heard what the one nurse told the doctor, It all became very clear, Katarzyna,”

“Let it go,” I whispered.

“Emelyn is your daughter,” he said sternly.

“Please-,”

“And Michael Myers is her father,”

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Dr. Loomis waited for my response, but I didn’t say anything. My throat was dry and I was sure if I tried to speak, nothing would come out anyway. Besides, everything was probably written all over my face. The night of my birthday wasn’t the only night I spent at the sanitarium with Michael; I had probably gone there two more nights before my aunt caught me.

“I didn’t know I was pregnant until after I got to California,” I said finally. Dr. Loomis stared at me, “I was feeling sick before I left Haddonfield but put it off as nerves because of the move. But, I only got worse over the next week so my aunt took me to the doctor,”

“I can only imagine her reaction,” he said, listening intently.

“She knew immediately who the father was; she was a smart woman. When she told me that Haddonfield had tainted me, she meant Emmy’s origins. Because of her parentage, my aunt saw Emmy as evil incarnate basically, and she was always sure to make it known to her. Those damn nicknames were so infuriating, if she wasn’t related to me I might’ve strangled her. Emmy resented auntie, she always called her ‘Ana’, refused to acknowledge they were blood,” I sighed.

 “So all these years, you passed her off as your cousin?”

“No,” my voice cracked, “Only since I moved back to Haddonfield,”

I took a moment to compose myself and Dr. Loomis waited patiently. He tightened his grip on my hand and lifted it into his other one so he was cradling it in his grip. It felt like a weight was lifting from my shoulders yet a rock was forming in my stomach.

“In California, everyone knew she was my daughter. They didn’t know about her father, only that he was a childhood friend. My aunt was nice enough to keep it quiet, only so she wouldn’t have to worry about tarnishing her reputation. Obviously I edited my story to fit my lie when I was telling you about what happened before I left. Like when the nurse asked Emmy’s relationship to auntie, I said ‘great-niece’, and when she said “child should see their mother in such a state” was just an add-in. I took out a lot of things,” I said. 

“Don’t get the wrong idea about my aunt; despite her strict and unreasonable beliefs and upbringing techniques, she loved me and I think deep down she loved Emmy,” I continued, “She was just a hard pill to swallow most of the time,”

“So, why does Emelyn call you “Kat”, then?” Dr. Loomis asked after a few moments of silence.

“Remember in my story when I mentioned our plan? Well, the real plan was how to act when we arrived: that she was my cousin and she wasn’t to mention a thing about Michael or me being her mother. It took a while for her to catch on to calling me by my name, but then it stuck,” I shrugged.

“Does she know Michael is her father?”

“Of course she does,” I said, “She just knows better than to call him ‘dad’ and frankly, it would be really weird if she did,” I smiled for a moment before it was replaced with a frown.