Halloween: Hidden Agendas
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, places, or events that originated from ANY of the Halloween films.
Author's Notes: This Halloween story is based on John Carpenter's Halloween. Unlike my other stories, Hidden Agendas does not follow any particular story-line within the Halloween series. This story is actually based off one of my very first drafts of A Dark Reality. The two stories ended up being very different from each other, so I decided to publish Hidden Agendas as its own entity. Like A Dark Reality and Restoration, Hidden Agendas is still a work-in-progress.
This story is rated M because of language, child abuse; violence; and explicit sexual content, including: rape, and consensual sex. Because of these adult themes, please use discretion before reading.
Summary: At the age of fifteen, Heather Veers was pressured into starting a relationship with Sean Reid by her mother. Two years later Heather meets Michael Myers, and he ends up saving her life. However, she later learns that the presumed act of mercy is really a Boogeyman's hidden agenda. But he is not the only one keeping secrets...
Haddonfield, Illinois
June 20, 2008
"Girl, hurry up!" Heather's mother called from the living room. "Mr. Reid will be here any minute now."
The fifteen-year-old's hands shook as she ran a brush through her wavy sandy-blonde locks one last time.
"You look nervous," her older sister Gina noted.
"I am," Heather admitted.
"Don't be. Everything will be fine. Mr. Reid is a very nice man."
The younger girl studied her reflection in the mirror where a pair of sorrowful stone-gray eyes stared back at her. "Why does Mother hate me so much?" she asked.
"Our mother does not hate you, Heather," Gina sternly replied. "She is simply looking out for your best interest. Let's face it, you haven't been the same since Dad died."
Heather turned around and said, "She wishes it would have been me, you know. That's why she's making me do this."
Gina's jade eyes narrowed. "Don't be ridiculous, Heather. Really."
"Fine," she conceded. "So, how do I look?"
Sighing, Gina shook her head. "Undo the first two buttons of your blouse."
"What?!" Heather gasped. "Why?"
The brunette teenager smirked. "It's called being flirtatious, little sister. Every man likes to see a hint of boob."
Heather instantly frowned. "Gina, I don't know…"
"Come on, Heather," the older scolded. "Don't be such a prude."
"Okay, okay." Heather followed her sister's suggestion and then dropped her arms to her side. "Better?" she asked.
Gina nodded. "Much."
On her way out of the bedroom, Heather received a wink from Gina, though she was unsure as to why. For some reason, though, it made her very uneasy.
A few moments later the teenager entered the living room where her mother and a tall auburn-haired man were waiting. His piercing blue eyes slowly dropped from Heather's face to her open blouse, a small grin appearing on his lips.
"Heather, meet Mr. Sean Reid," her mother curtly commanded.
"Hello," the blonde girl shyly greeted.
Sean raised his eyes and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Heather. Shall we go?"
She cast her eyes to the elegant golden-haired woman standing next to him. Her mother met her stare and gave her a subtle nod. Despite her reservations about Sean, Heather had no choice but to obey.
They left the house and silently walked to a blue Corvette. It didn't surprise the teenager that this man had money. Her mother did have a reputation to uphold after all.
While Heather got situated in her seat, Sean started the ignition. "I like your blouse," he said.
"Thanks," she softly answered.
He gave her a sideways glance. "So...you're fifteen years old."
Heather nodded. "Yes."
"And still a virgin?"
The teenager's cheeks turned hot. "What?"
The man sighed impatiently. "Has a man's penis ever penetrated your vagina?"
"No!" Heather exclaimed, beyond embarrassed now. Why on earth did that matter?
"Good."
Heather fell silent while Sean drove across town to an area where the majority of people with new money lived. He pulled into a long driveway, which ended at a large brick red house. He parked his Corvette in the double-car garage and said, "Come, let's go inside."
Heather followed Sean into the house. He wordlessly guided her upstairs to the master suite. Her eyes couldn't help but land on the ornately carved four-poster king-sized bed, which was covered with a black satin bedspread and gray sheets.
"Looking at you in that blouse all this time got me so hard," Sean said. "Why don't you lay down so we can do something about it, huh?"
Heather stared at the bed but didn't move. What was he planning to do to her? "You mean like sex?" she asked in a small voice.
"Yeah, like sex," he calmly answered. "It's really no big deal, not like most girls think. You just take off your jeans, I pull my cock out, then I stick it into your pussy, and a few minutes later we come. It's fun, but it's not the monumental event that people make it out to be. So, what do you say? Do you want to have sex?"
Heather considered Sean's words. No boy had ever shown this type of interest in her, and she had to admit, it made her feel kind of special. "Okay," she agreed. "I guess we can do that."
"Great. Your mother will be so proud."
The blonde girl's heart swelled. Finally, she would be doing something that would please her mother. That hadn't happened in a very long time.
She eagerly climbed onto the mattress and undressed her lower half. If having sex meant earning her mother's approval, she was all for it. All she wanted was to feel loved again.
"Good girl," Sean praised while he undid his khakis, freeing his long slender penis.
Heather stared at it, curious as to how he was going to make it all fit inside of her. Smirking, he joined her on the bed, spread her legs open, and pressed the head of his cock against her damp folds.
"Ready?" Sean asked.
Heather nodded. "Yes."
Without any other warning, he slammed into her. She screamed as he tore through her virgin barrier. However, within a few moments, he stilled, and the pain slowly subsided.
"It's been awhile since I've had the pleasure of popping a girl's cherry," said Sean. "Your pussy feel so hot and tight. I'm going to fuck it now."
Heather simply nodded, giving him her consent.
The man instantly began pumping in and out of her. She went along with the motions, countering his hard thrusts just to keep him from hurting her too badly. He grunted and groaned as he fucked her, seemingly enjoying himself. Then, all at once, he pulled out and shot his hot sticky sperm all over Heather's face and hair. She no longer felt special; she felt humiliated.
"That's for not coming with me," he said. "Now get up on your hand and knees. I want to fuck you from behind."
Heather wordlessly obeyed. She closed her eyes while Sean entered her and solely focused on his movements. She moaned when he hit a very sensitive spot deep within her body. As he pounded her, he continued to hit that spot. She fisted the bed sheets, desperately wanting something she was unable to name.
"That's it, girl," Sean encouraged. "Come for me."
All at once, Heather's body shook and her toes curled. She clung to the bedding as she reached the pentacle of pure bliss.
With one last thrust, Sean drove his cock deep within her. He then went rigid. In that moment, Heather felt a steady flow of hot liquid hit her inner walls.
She wasn't quite sure what had happened to her, but gradually the euphoria of the experience started to fade, leaving her feeling strangely empty inside.
Sean withdrew from her and then helped her off his bed. "Go and get cleaned up," he ordered, pointing to the adjoining bathroom. "Then, I'll take you home."
"Okay," Heather numbly replied. She grabbed her clothes and scurried into the washroom. She couldn't wait to get away from Sean.
When Sean and Heather arrived at her house, he accompanied her inside. Her mother greeted them at the door and immediately ushered them into her study so that they could talk privately. She sat down at her desk while Heather and Sean occupied seats opposite her.
"Well?" her mother asked, addressing Sean. "Will this arrangement work?"
"Have you read the contract?" he countered.
"I have."
"Then you tell me," he said.
Heather's confused gaze shifted from one adult to the other. What on earth were they discussing.
Her mother opened a drawer. She pulled out a manilla folder, which contained a thick packet of papers. She set the packet on the desk and said, "Everything looks to be in order. Heather will be spending Friday nights through Sunday mornings with you, correct?"
Sean nodded. "Yes. I thought that would give her enough time to keep up with her schoolwork during the school year."
"Plenty," her mother agreed.
Heather's heart plummeted to her stomach. Was she really going to be living with this man on the weekends? The answer came a moment later.
"Then it's settled," Sean said, "as long as you signed the contract."
Her mother turned to the last page and showed it to him. "I have."
"Good. All we need now is the girl's signature to make this deal final." He reached into his shirt pocket and handed Heather an ink pen. "Go ahead, girl. Sign it."
She stared down at the packet, her hand trembling. "May I at least read it first?" she boldly asked.
Sean shook his head. "There's no reason for that. You'll learn of the specifics during the course of our time together."
When the teenager still hesitated, her mother spoke. "Heather, Mr. Reid is offering you something no other man will. If you sign this contract, you will never have to worry about your future. You will be set for life. Don't you want that? Don't you want to make me happy?"
Heather's brow furrowed. "Of course I do, Mother. You know that."
"Then be a good girl and sign on the dotted line," the golden-haired woman commanded.
Armed with the hope of regaining her mother's love, Heather added her name to Sean's contract.
"Very good," her mother said. "I'll leave you two alone now. Good night, Mr. Reid."
He smirked. "Come now, Melissa; we're practically family. You may call me Sean."
"Of course," she replied. "Good night, then, Sean."
"Good night."
Once her mother left, the auburn-haired man turned to Heather. His blue eyes glinted at her in the low light. Then, he spoke the words that would end up haunting her for a long time.
"Girl, you are now mine."