Chapter 13.
Jessica's Point Of View.
"Sure!" I say to them and step back inside the house so I could go to the kitchen to wipe the table quickly. I could hear the door close behind them as they get inside. I walk to the table and take a towel from a hook on the wall and wipe the blood away. My parents walk to the living room which makes me sigh in relieve that they didn't come here. I put the towel in one of the cabinets where the other towels were. I'll wash it later. I could see that Timmy was giving his famous death stare to my dad who was ignoring him. "Have you unpacked your things already?" My dad asked as he was looking at the furniture. "Yes. I already put everything in their place." I say to him and he nods quickly. "We will hire some people to pack all of your things again so we can leave back home as quickly as possible." He says as he takes a picture of Timmy from one of the shelves. Did he really think that I was going to leave? The fact that they came all this way here to get me didn't change anything. I was going to stay here. "I'm not going anywhere." I say to him and he turns to look at me, anger forming on his face. "What?!" He yells at me and Timmy was hisses angrily. My dad turns to look at him as Timmy was hissing at him, the hair on his back sticking up. "Stop that!" My dad yells at him as he stomps his foot down, right next to Timmy. Timmy jumped back and hissed at him again. His claws were out as he holds his other paw up so he could scratch him if he got any closer. "Stop! You are scaring him!" I yell at him as I walk to Timmy and lift him in my arms. Timmy relaxes in my arms but the hate filled glare in his eyes didn't go away. "You can't come to my house to terrorize my pets or me!" He looks at Timmy and he shakes his head. "If that cat attacks me again, I'll make sure it will be put down." He says as he sits on the armchair. Mom was sitting on the couch with a little sad look in her eyes. "Both of you stop it already. We can talk about it." She said as I sat down next to her. I put Timmy between us as he walks over to mom and lays down, right next to her. Mom had a small smile on her lips as she starts to pet his soft fur. "Hi there Timmy. Have you been a good boy?" She asked. Timmy started to purr happily which made my dad even angrier than before. Suddenly the other cat came out from her hiding place with a scared look on her face. Dad's gaze snaps to look at her, confusion written on his face. "Jessica, you got another one?" He yelled at me again. I take the cat in my arms and put her on my lap. "I didn't get anything. I found her and I'm going to look for her owners but if I can't find them then I am going to keep her." I say to him and he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. I just ignore him and pet the cat's fur. "We are just worried about you! After we heard about your sister we can't help but to be worried." Mom said and I felt a sharp feeling of guilt in my chest. I couldn't stand the feeling but I had to do it for Michael. "I know that you are worried but you don't need to be. I'm totally fine here." I say to them but mom only puts her hand on my shoulder. "We worry about you all the time. You are just so important to us and we want only the best for you. So why not move back with us?" She said with a sweet smile. I smile back but then dad gets up from the armchair. "We won't talk about anything. You are coming back with us. You aren't going to stay in this place." He said as he walks over to the phone. "Dad stop! I'm not going anywhere!" I yell at him but he doesn't listen to e. he starts to put some numbers on the phone but I just walk over to him and take the phone away from him. He looks at me, a little shocked that I just did that when normally I would respect him. The anger starts to form on his face but his eyes shift to look at my throat. Confusion replaces the anger on his face. "What happened to you?" He asks as he lifts his hand to touch my neck. I pull away from him, knowing that he has seen the faint bruises on my neck. "Nothing." I say to him while turning away so he couldn't see them. Dad put his hand on my shoulder and spins me around, he hard gaze falling onto my neck. "Who did this to you?" He asked, venom dripping from his voice. I push his hand away from my shoulder while sending him a glare. "No one!" I say sharply to him so he would drop the conversation. He quickly takes a hold of my jaw and lifted my head backwards so he could see my neck better. "Stop!" I yell at him but then I felt his fingers brush against my neck. He turns my head to look at him. "Where is he?" He asked while confusion flashes over my face. "Where is who?" I ask him as he lets go of me. "Michael! Where is he?!" Dad yelled at me, making me flinch. Mom got up from the couch as confused as I was. "He couldn't be here. The attacks have moved to the other side of town." mom said as she walked over to us, giving my shoulder a little rub. "He could be anywhere! Even here!" Dad yells again as he starts to walk around the house. He was going mental and I had to admit that I was afraid of him when he was like this. "Dad! I haven't seen him! I don't even know what he looks like!" I yell at him trying to stop hi from freaking out. He stops in his tracks to look at us. He snaps his fingers and points at me accusingly, like he always does in the courtroom. "That's right. You don't know what he looks like so he could be anyone. That psychopath could do anything to get to you even kill your sister." He says as he puts his other hand on his chin to think. This was really getting to him right now, which was understandable. "He wouldn't try to get to me like that if you let me go and visit him when he was at that hospital for those fifteen years." I whisper under my breath but dad gets even angrier. "You wanted to go and visit that manic? The boy who brutally killed his own sister without any regrets? Are you crazy!" H yells at me again but this time he came to yell right at my face. I step back from him to get some distance between us. Timmy was hissing at my dad again which only fuelled his anger. "You are not going to stay here! You are coming with us! That monster is not going to kill you! He's not going to get my other child too!" He yells again as his hand wraps around my wrist as he starts to pull me towards the front door. "Stop!" I yell at him as I pull my wrist free from his grasp. He turns to look at me again. "You can't come in my home like this. This is basically kidnapping!" I yell at him, tears filling my eyes. I was afraid of my dad for the first time of my life. "What are you talking about? We are your parents!" He yells at me again but I shake my head. How could he be so blind? "Just stop!" I yell back at him. "Jessica. Listen to your father." Mom said from behind him and I turn to face her. Now I was getting angry. "You lied to me for fifteen years! You watched me cry myself to sleep because I thought that Michael hated me and didn't want to see me any more! You knew how much he meant to me!" I yell at them, my feelings mixing together again. They looked at me, regret filling their eyes. "Please honey, listen…" Mom continued but I cut her off. "You had a chance to tell me when I was older but you didn't do that! If he comes here and kills me it's your fault!" I yell at them, trying to stay strong but I couldn't stand to look at them any more. "Just leave. I want to be alone…" I say to them and I only hear my dad huff as he leaves the house. He took their suitcases and started to walk towards their car again. Mom looks at me with sadness in her eyes. "Just call us if something happens, okay? We are staying at Mrs. Shelby's house the one that is inner town." She said as she gave me a little note which had a phone number on it. I nod at her words and give her a little smile. "Sure. See you later." I say to her as she leaves. "Oh I brought you some apple pie. I left it on one of the shelves in the hallway so you can have it later." She said with a little smile. I nod and give her a little hug as a goodbye because I didn't know if I was going to see them ever again. "Just be careful. You don't know what that psycho is able to do." She whispered and gave m cheek a little kiss. I smile at her while sadness was eating me away. She just wanted to know if I was okay but she was still a little harsh towards Michael. "I'll be safe. Just take care of yourselves and inform me when you know more about the funeral." She nods quickly before she leaves without saying another thing. I wanted to run after her and tell her everything but that feeling was gone after she shut the door behind her. More tears escape my eyes while I walk to the couch and lay down on it. I start to full on cry as I lay there. Crying my sadness away sounded to be nice right now. I hugged one of the pillows that was just laying on the couch. I felt someone jump on my back and meow. I turn my head to see the other cat lay on my back. She started to purr and push he head against my back. I feel a little smile form on my face and let her be there. She was such a sweetheart.
I suddenly have the feeling of being watched and I turn to look at Michael, who was looking at me with his head tilted to the side."Hi again." I say to him, trying not to sound so sad but failing at it. "I'm fine, don't worry about me." I say to him and lay my head back to the pillow, hiding my face in the soft fabric. I feel his hand on the back of my head and he keeps it there as I started to sob again. I was hurt because of the lies and I needed to stand against my parents for Michael even when I knew that it was the wrong choice. I was hiding a mentally ill killer in my house and he could kill me any time he got one of his episodes but I wasn't afraid for my life. I was afraid of being without him again. I felt a faint little rub on my head, like he was comforting me in his own cold way. "Just leave me alone." I say to him but he doesn't move away. I felt him move the cat away but I just ignore it for now. Then I felt a heavy weight on my back and I gasp as I try to turn around but I was stuck. I turn my head only to see that Michael was laying on me, his mask just inches away from my face. "Michael, get off!" I say to him and try to wiggle away from under him. He just huffs and doesn't move anywhere. I feel his other hand on my shoulder as he starts to push me back against the couch. "Michael!" I yell at him and turn away from him harshly only to fall to the floor. I turn my head to look at him as he was laying lazily on the couch. "Why?" I ask him while wiping the tears away from my face. He just stared at me while I was on the floor but then he puts his hand on my head and gave it a little rub. I look at him for a moment, trying to look into those blue eyes behind that pale mask. His hand travelled from my head to my cheek and he gave it a gentle rub with his thumb. "Michael?" He just looks at me but then turns his head away to look at the ceiling. He takes his hand away from me and lets it rest on top of his stomach. The cat immediately jumped on him and started to lay with him on the couch. I look at them until a little smile makes its way on my face as I let out a little chuckle. I didn't know that a mentally ill murderer could be adorable sometime but I'm open to learn something new everyday with him. "You stole my spot you know." I say to him but he only huffs. I would like to hear his voice again but I know that he wasn't going to talk anytime soon. I put my head on the couch and just let it rest there. He turns to look at me, our noses just inches away from each other. I give him another smile and poke his masked nose. He just stares at me again but I turn my gaze to look at his neck where the masks edge was. I put my hand on his neck and slide my fingers under the mask. I could feel his pulse under my fingertips. I was steady and a little slow which amazed me. He seemed to be so calm even when my parents came here to yell at me and try to find him. He didn't mind that I kept my hand there or at least he didn't try to push my hand away. He was just looking at me as I let my hand travel down his chest. I couldn't believe that he was so little a long time ago, but now he was so big and dangerous. Almost like a wolf's cub. "Are you okay?" I ask him, turning to look at the mask he just stared at me as I rubbed his chest gently. "Did you go far last night?" He doesn't give any answers but I bet he's fie. I put my head against his chest to listen to his breathing and heartbeat. It calmed me down in a weird way but I liked it. It proved that he was still a human even if others didn't think that he was. "Did you kill someone last night?" I whisper to him, as I look at him. He waits for a while but then he slowly nods and leans his head back down. I nod against his chest and let my hand rest on his shoulder. "Do you feel good when you kill them or is it only because of the voices?" He just stares at the veiling while he wasn't moving a muscle. I look at him, trying to wait for his answer but he doesn't give me one. Yesterday came into my mind with his attack and it brought one question to my mind. "Are you going to kill me too?"
The atmosphere suddenly got heavy in the room, making me feel nervous. Michael sits up which makes me move my head away from him. I look up at the mask while his form was towering over me. I felt so little while I was sitting on the floor. He tilted his head to look at me while I turn my head away from him. "Are you going to kill me too Michael?" I ask again, trying to say calm but inside i was freaking out. It didn't help that I was still sitting on the floor in front of him but I couldn't get up because I was too freaked out to even move. I feel his hands take hold of my shoulders as he lifts me up from the floor. I yelp and turn to look at him, feeling the fear rush through my veins. He makes me sit next to him and I dropped my gaze onto my lap, trying not to seem too scared of him. He removed his other hand from my other shoulder but the other one was still keeping its place on my shoulder that was closer to him. He gave it a little rub which made me turn towards him. His other hand was removing his mask from his face which made me surprised. When the mask was gone from his face I could see his pale face again. His eyes were piercing mine with this sharp look which made me feel a little giddy. I was like a teenage girl talking to her crush just by looking at him! What the hell was wrong with me? He puts his mask on my lap gently, like he was afraid that it was going to break. He puts his free hand on my cheek, giving it a gentle rub. I leaned in to his tough while closing my eyes, enjoying every touch of his gentle touch on my skin. "Jessica…" I could hear a very faint deep raspy voice say in front of me which makes me look at him with wide eyes. Did he just say my name? "Michael?" I didn't know what I asked him but I know that I wanted to say his name. Michael leaned towards me so our foreheads were against one another. The closeness alone made me forget about my parents and everything that happened before. I don't know what he was doing to me but I wasn't going to complain about it. He was still acting calm even when I was getting more and more nervous when we were like this for long periods of time. He suddenly moves his head to the side and he rubs his cheek against mine. I feel a smile make its way on my face when I feel his soft skin against mine. There was some stubble on his jaw and cheek but I didn't mind about it. I lifted my other hand to his hair and let my fingers run through his soft blond locks. He didn't seem to mind when I was playing with his hair while he was still rubbing his face again mine. His other hand travels from my shoulder to my lower back and he pulls me closer towards him. He moves his head again but this time his face was right in front mine. His nose was touching mine and I lift my eyes to look at his piercing blue eyes. He tilts his head to the side and leans towards me. I feel his lips touch mine which makes the smile on my face a little wider. He tries to kiss me but the kiss was awkward. He much have seen people kissing each other but never actually kissed anyone before. He tries to deepen the kiss but he's far too eager right now and there is more fore behind his movements than necessary like he was afraid that I was going to leave if he stopped. I pull back from him only to see that there was some anger in his eyes when I did that to him. "You are too rough." I say to him quietly but then I lean towards him again and start to gently kiss him. He seems to calm down immediately and starts to copy my movements. Now he was gentler than before. After a while he pulls back from the kiss and just stares at me for a while. I smile at him and lean my face to his neck to give him little kisses there. He just stays still as I let m hands travel on his upper body. His scent was intoxicating to me and I don't know why it made me feel like this. Maybe I just wanted to feel some physical contact with someone and he brought me some excitement. I didn't know what he was thinking and he was like a ticking time bomb but I liked that about him. I pull away from his neck and give him a little smile he looks at me for a while and I give him back his mask. "I'm going to give food to the cats and then let's see what we are going to do." I get up from the couch but Michael wraps his hand around my wrist. I look at him as he brings my hand towards his face. He puts my hand on his cheek and shakes his head. I look at him confused. "You don't want me to give food to the cats?" He looks at me and then gets up from the couch, taking me towards the kitchen. I was confused but then he took a kitchen knife and gave it to me. I look at the knife for a while and then I lift my gaze to look at him. He wraps my hand around the handle and points the sharp end towards his chest. I look at him even more confused but then he shook his head. After a while of thinking I knew what he was trying to say. "You aren't going to kill me?" I ask him and he shakes his head. I smile at him and put the knife away. "If you are not going to kill me, I'm not going to kill you, if that would even be possible." I say to him with a little giggle. He puts his mask back on his face and pat his shoulder. "I'm going to make food later. Lets go and make sure that you room is good for you. You don't have to sleep there but that's your hiding place when someone comes here and you are here." He nods again and I put some food down for the cats. "You can do whatever you want there as long as you can be quiet, but I bet that it wouldn't be a problem for you." I giggle as I shake the bowls so Timmy would be happy. They seemed to just lay around the house so they are not that hungry. "Let's go." I say to him and start to make my way upstairs. He was following me silently as we walked towards the guest room which was now his room. I just hope they he would stay there when someone comes here because I don't even want to know what would happen to my guests if they see him.