Chapter 7.
Jessica's point of view
Dr. Loomis grilled me about everything I remembered about Michael. How we met, what he was like when we were younger and what kind of relationship we had. I tried to answer truthfully. But he looked at me like he was suspecting something. Sheriff Brackett waited for us to finish talking. Timmy was looking at them with hatred in his eyes while his fur was puffed up. Dr. Loomis looks at him and Timmy hisses at him. "I'm sorry. He just doesn't really like men." I apologize but Dr. Loomis only shakes his head. "It's okay. I have asked everything I needed too." he says and reaches in his pocket. He gives me a business card and I look at it for a while. "If you see it, call me immediately." he says and turns to leave. Sheriff Brackett follows Dr. Loomis to the door and I show them out. "I will contact my parents and tell them about Sarah." I say to sheriff Brackett. He nods as he opens the door. "Take care Miss Hall.." He says and starts to walk back to the car. I turn to look at Dr. Loomis, thinking about one question. "Dr. Loomis. If he comes here, what would he do to me?" I ask him as he looks over my house. "I think it would kill you." I look at him a little scared. He wasn't right at all. Michael wouldn't kill me, right? He hasn't sone it yet, but one thing still bothered me. "Why do you call him it?" I ask curiously and Dr. Loomis looks at me, hate filling his eyes. "It isn't human." He says and walks quickly back to the car, turning to give me one final glare. I look after him dumbfounded but the quickly get back inside. I close the door and head upstairs, leaving the business card on a counter. I think I did great but I was still a little uncomfortable. What if Dr. Loomis knew I was lying to him? I shake my head and try to get him out of my mind. I should go and take a look at what Michael was doing. I open my bedroom door and see that he was going through my wardrobe and cabinets. "Michael? What are you doing?" I ask a little shocked. He turns his head to look at me, his face still covered by the mask. My clothes were all over the room and now he was going through my diaries I used to write a long time ago. "Give me that!" I say and take the diary from his hands. He looks at me through his mask eye holes and I put the diary on my bed side table. "I didn't say anything to them about you but if you are going to stay here there needs to be some rules." I say to him and he gives me a little nod. I sit on my bed and start thinking what I should say. "Firstly, no going through my stuff without permission." I say to him, making him huff and nod. "Secondly, you can have the guest bedroom. You can have your privacy there. You can also sleep there." I say and he shakes his head. "You don't want to have that room?" I ask but he shakes his head again. He gets up from the floor and walks over to me. He get on my bed and lays down on it stretching his back to relax on it. "You want to sleep here?" I ask him and he nods. I put his stomach but he doesn't even flinch. "Michael, this is my bed. I'm sleeping here." I say to him but he shrugs his shoulders. I shake my head a little at his behaviour. Fine you can sleep here. But I can go to the bathroom and shower without you." I say to him and he shakes his head again. "You don't need to see me on the toilet Michael." I say to him and he nods and then shakes his head again. "You're going to follow me in the shower?" I ask him and he nods again. I look at him a little shocked and then I remember my last shower. "Were you in my shower last night?" I ask and he sits up. He touches my back gently and my jaw drops open. You were?!" I ask and nods. I feel a deep blush from my cheeks. "You sneaky bastard. I almost died in there because I got scared!" I say to him and I could see his shoulder was shaking from his silent chuckles. I slap his shoulder and get up from the bed. I turn to look at him and look over his clothing. "You can borrow some of my ex's clothing from some of the box's in the closet but I need to buy you some more." I say to him and he looks down at his overalls. There were some bloodstains on it, which made me feel a little uncomfortable. He turns to look at me again and shakes his head. "You are not going to wear that all the time. You already smell terrible." I say to him calmly as I start picking up my clothing to put them back to my wardrobe. He lays back down and turns to look at the door. I follow his eyes to see what he was looking at. Timmy runs to the bed next to Michael and lays down with him. Michael pets his back and I shake my head. "I don't understand how he likes you but doesn't like anyone else." I say, reaching to pat Timmy's head. Timmy closes his eyes and starts to purr calmly. I smile at them and lean toward Timmy to kiss his head. I get back up and see that Michael was looking at me. "Thirdly, Timmy is not an outside cat so please don't let him outside if he doesn't want to. Besides those neighbours are trying to get him." I say to him and Michael sits up and takes a knife from the bedside table. He looks at me and shows me the knife. "No, you're not going to kill them! I don't want anything to do with that!" I say to him, making him put the knife back down on the table. I put the rest of the clothes back into the wardrobe. "I really don't like you going around killing people." I say to him with a quiet voice. He points at his head and then at the lips of the mask again. "Do they order you to kill people?" I ask and he nods. Now I really felt bad for him. Constant noise must be maddening. "Is there any way I could help you?" I ask and he gets uo, he walks over to me and gives me a hug, I wrap my arms around him and rest my head against his chest. He pokes my side and I turn to look at him, he puts his finger on the masks lips as a shush gesture. "Are they silent now?" I ask and he nods and wraps hid arms around me again. "Oh Mikey. I'm so sorry." I say and rub his back as comfort. The moment is ruined when the phone rings downstairs. I huff and let him go. "I'm going to answer that. After I will make something for lunch. Go and take a shower." I say to him and walk out of the room, making my way to get the phone. "Hello?" I pick up the phone and hear sobbing on the other end. "Jessica?" I hear a familiar female voice ask. "Mom? Are you okay?" I ask waiting for her answer. "Thank God you are okay! We heard about the attack there. Are you and Sarah okay?" she asks, relieved to hear my voice. I twist the phone cord around my fingers. How should I tell her that Sarah is not okay? "Mom… I have some bad news…" I say quietly, making tears form in my eyes. No parent would ever want to hear that their child has died. "What is it?" She asks anxiously and I take a deep breath in. "Sarah is… she's dead." I say quietly, waiting for her words. I hear her sob loudly on the other end. No…" She whispers and stats full on sobbing. I start to cry with her, trying to be as quiet as I ca so Michael wouldn't hear me. I didn't want to alarm him again. My mother's crying breaks my heart because I don't hear her cry often. Dad on the other hand never cries. He has changed ever since that Halloween night. Mom and I cry together for about five minutes until I hear my dad on the other end of the phone. I hear mom give up the phone to him. "Jessica are you ok?" I hear my father ask calmly on the phone, like he was expecting something like this would happen. "Yeah, I guess." I say quietly but he huffs and the other end. "We're coming to get you back hoe." He says coldly, making my heart stop. "Dad, this is my home now." I protest against his decision. I'm an adult and he can't tell me what to do any more. "I have decided and you will listen to my decision. I am your father." He says and ends the call. I look at the phone for a minute and try to call back but they don't answer. "Shit." I say quietly and put the phone down. If they are coming to take me back to Phoenix, I don't know how Michael would react but I know it can't be good. I turn around and almost have a heart attack when I see Michael is right behind me. "You scared me!" I say to him but he only tilts his head. He was still wearing the same outfit as earlier so I'm not sure if he took the shower or not but I don't care about that right now." My parents are coming to take me back to Phoenix." I say quietly to him and Michael's fists ball up in anger. He pulls his knife out of his pocket and keeps it in his hand. I look at the kitchen knife which still had some blood on it. He walks to me and leans his head on my shoulder, making his masked forehead touch me. I stand still and lift my hands on his back, giving his a little pat. "I tried to speak to them but they are just worried about me." I say to him but he just shakes his head.
Suddenly Michael freezes and lifts his head. I look at him a little confused when he turns his head to look over his shoulder. Suddenly Timmy's head appears behind his shoulder, making me let out a little laugh. "Timmy! You cant just climb on him." I say to him as he lifts his body onto Michael's shoulder. Michael looks at Timmy, his dark blue eyes a little confused about the cats sudden closeness to his face, Timmy meows and rubs his cheek against Michael's masked face. I smile at them and turn to head to the kitchen to make sone lunch for us. I can't remember if there was any foods he didn't like but I bet he's hungry enough to eat anything. The only thing I have seen him eat was that cake which was still laying on the kitchen floor. I sigh and walk over to the mess. I start to clean it before I start cooking. I hear Michael walk behind me, looking at what I was doing. "Next time you have a tantrum, try not to make a mess." I say to him making him huff. I put the delicious cake in the trash and turn around, finally noticing the roses in the jug on the kitchen counter. I look at the flowers a little confused but then turn to face Michael. He was looking at me with Timmy still hanging on his shoulder, waiting for me to say something. "Did you bring those to me?" I ask him, already knowing the answer. He nods slowly and turns his head to look at the flowers. Timmy climbs on his shoulder and jumps on the kitchen counter. He walks to the roses and starts playing with them. "Thank you Michael." I say and give him a little hug. He still stinks awful but I think it's because of the outfit. He wraps his arms around me and pats me on the back. I let go of him and look at his masked face. "I'm still angry at you because of Sarah." I say to him but he shakes his head. "But I somehow understand your reason to kill her." I say quietly and turn my back to him again. "I'm making spaghetti Bolognese. It that good to you?" I ask, turning my head to look at his reaction. He nods and heads over to a cabinet. He opens one of them and starts searching through them only to find some chocolate chip cookies. He takes them ans he lifts his mask just past his lips and he starts eating them. I shake my head with a little laugh. He certainly had the appetite of a horse. "If you don't eat the food I make for you, you are going to sleep outside for the next week." I say to and turn to open the fridge, taking out the ingredients I need. I hear him huff behind me as an answer. I start to make the food while Michael was still looking for something sweet from the cabinets. My cooking was interrupted when I hear the doorbell ring. Both of us turn to look at the door. I quickly wash my hands and head over to answer the door. Michael pulls his mask back on his face and he disappears somewhere. Timmy runs over to look who it was from a far. I open the door and my eyes widen in an instant. Tammy was standing there with a huge smile on her face. I immediately feel myself growing more and more anxious when she was looking at me like that. "Hello there neighbour!" She says happily and tries to get inside. I step in front of her and smile at her. "Hi. Did you need something?" I quickly ask. I cant let her get inside because of Michael. I don't know how he would react if she just came in. she looks at me a little annoyed. "I just came here to ask you if you would have some sugar to share? My darlings really want some cake and I don't have any sugar." She says and I force a smile on my face. "I have some. How much do you need?" I ask and her face turns ghost white. "Umm… I really can't remember. Can I just come in?" She asks and I shake my head. "I'm sorry but I have to go and finish my lunch. You should go and ask someone else for sugar. Bye!" I say quickly and shut the door behind me. I walk back over to the kitchen with a huff. Some people are just weird. When I get back to the stove, I realize that I didn't see Michael or Timmy anywhere. "Michael?" I say a little loudly so he would hear me but I don't hear ant answer. I put the spaghetti in the pan with boiling water and go looking for them. I look downstairs but I don't find them anywhere. I guess that they are upstairs so I make my way up there. I walk over to my room, only to hear glass shatter there. I run over and open the door to see Michael has dropped some of my photos from the wall. "Michael what the hell are you doing?" I ask as I walk over to him. Timmy was sitting on my bed just watching what Michael was doing. Michael turns to me while he was huffing and puffing. He pointed at one of the pictures on the floor. I look at the photo and see that it's a photo of me with my high school friends back in Phoenix. I look at Michael a little confused but then it dawned on me. "Michael, are you jealous?" I ask him a little amused. He puts his hands on my shoulders and squeezed them, making me let out a little cry. "Okay I get it Michael! You are not jealous." I say to him as I put my hands over his wrists and try to get them off me. He let's go of my shoulders and puts his hands on my hips. My eyes snap to his hands as he lifts me off the floor and over his shoulder. "Michael, what re you doing?!" I ask as he walks back downstairs. He carries me all the way back to the kitchen and puts me down. He points at the stove and I turn to look at the food which was still cooking on the stove. I turn to look back at him and cross my arms over my chest. "The food is not ready yet, if that is what you are asking." I say to him as a little smile creeps across my lips. He nods and walks over to the kitchen table and takes a seat. I shake my head and stir the food in the pans.
Michael waits patiently at the table but I can feel his eyes on my back as I'm finishing. I take out two plates and put some food on them. I take one and put the other in front of Michael. "Bon appetite Michael. I hope you like it." I say to him as he takes the mask off his face. He takes the fork and starts eating the food pretty fast. His table manners weren't the best I had ever seen but that maybe because of the hospital he was sent to. I put my plate opposite Michael and get two glasses of water. I put the other next to Michael but he ignores it. I sit down and start eating my food but I was interrupted when Michael offers me his empty plate. I look at the plate and then him while he was looking at me with a mouth full of food. "Do you want more?" I ask and he nods, still chewing. "If you eat it too fast, you will make yourself sick." I say and take his plate. He just ignores my advice and takes the water glass, gulping down the water. I give him another portion and he starts eating in a fast pace again. I just roll my eyes with a smile as I continue eating.
Some questions were still on my mind as my eyes laid on his figure. I wanted to know what happened to him in the hospital and if anyone ever visited him there. It must be horrible to be sent to a place where you are completely alone. I know that he hears voices in his head but maybe I can find a way to help him get rid of them. I also wanted to know why he didn't talk any more. When we were younger, he was a little quiet but he still talked. I really missed his voice but I knew it wouldn't be the same as it was fifteen years ago. Has he even spoken since that Halloween night? "Michael, can I ask you a question?" My question stops him in his tracks and his eyes turn to look at me, waiting for my question. "Can you speak?" I ask and he just stares at me for a while but then he shrugs his shoulders. "You're not sure?" I ask and he nods while he continues eating. "When did you speak last?" I ask him and he lifts his other hand and with a quick motion he closes his fist and opens it. He repeats the motion two more times. So he really hasn't spoken for fifteen years. I give him a little nod and continue to eat my food. He wipes his mouth on his overalls sleeve. "I have to go to school and work tomorrow, so you have to think of something to do while I'm gone." Michael shakes his head as a no and I look at him annoyed. "I have to go so no one will suspect something. Besides I want something else to think about other than my sister." I say the last part a little quieter. I just couldn't believe that I would never have dinner with her again. Michael thinks for a moment and then gives me a little nod, making me give him a faint smile in return. "Thanks." I say as he gets up and puts his dishes in the sink but then he walks over to my side. I turn my head to look at him as he leans down and gives my forehead a kiss. I feel my cheeks burn from the contact and my heart beats faster. I look into his dark blue eyes when he pulls back and he gives me a faint little smile before he takes the mask from the table. He puts it on his head again and heads to the back door. I quickly get up and walk after him as he goes outside and leaves somewhere. He closes the door behind him before Timmy runs after him. I look at the door a little dumbfounded. Timmy's head turns to look at me as he meows. He was a little confused too. I walk over to Toby and lift him in my arms. "Don't worry. I think he'll be back." I say to him and give his cheek a kiss. He purrs from the affection and I walk back to the kitchen to finish my lunch. I was still thinking about that kiss he gave me just a minute ago. He was a killer and extremely dangerous but still something about him just attracts me to him.