ONE DAY LATER
Haddonfield, Illinois
November 6, 2009
A full aching bladder is what eventually caused Jillian to awaken. She groggily sat up, which woke up her sleeping partner. "I'm sorry, Michael," she muttered. "I'll be right back."
Still nude from the evening before, Jillian carefully journeyed downstairs to the bathroom in the dark. She closed the door, then took the butt plug out so she could fully relieve herself. This was when she missed having a functional bathroom at her disposal.
That was another practical reason for moving into Dr. Blankenship's cottage. There was no way Jillian could live in Michael's house indefinitely. It just wasn't sanitary or safe. It was just a matter of time before the cops showed up searching for her. And she couldn't risk being found. All that mattered to her anymore was being with Michael. She would do whatever it took for them to stay together, even if that meant succumbing to hers and Dr. Blankenship's mutual attraction towards each other.
Jillian reached for the toilet paper roll. She was grateful that Michael at least kept the bathroom stocked with a few necessities. She still yearned for a shower, though. Maybe later she'd work up the nerve to take one at Dr. Blankenship's house, especially if Michael agreed to join her in the stall.
The thought of having sex with the Boogeyman in a steamy shower got Jillian all hot and bothered. She quickly pushed the sex toy back into her gaping butthole and left the bathroom. By the time she reached the stairway, her body was primed for sex. She dashed up the stairs, needing to be ravished by her partner.
Jillian burst into his bedroom but stopped short when she saw him holding her full sleeve of birth control pills in his hand. "Are you angry?" she quietly asked.
Much to her astonishment, Michael gave his head a gentle shake.
"Good, because I was considering just letting nature take its course and see once what happens. How would you feel about that?"
The killer promptly dropped the package of pills on the floor and stamped on it, effectively grinding the pills to dust. Elated, Jillian threw herself at him. She helped him undress, though she let him take off his mask himself. They kissed with such urgency that it made her dizzy. Michael walked her backwards to his bed. He captured her wrists and held them above her head while his cock plunged into her weeping pussy.
Michael's movements were far from gentle, but that only turned Jillian on even more. She splayed her legs wide, surrendering herself to his power. With each violent thrust he delved deeper into her body until he could go no farther. He rocked against her at a furious pace. Each stroke brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. When it finally hit, she screamed in raw lustful pleasure. Michael responded by releasing an emphatic groan of his own. Seconds later a batch of hot burning seed exploded from his cock. Jillian knew without a doubt that there was an egg in her fallopian tube ready to greet his sperm.
"We're going to have a baby," she muttered in utter awe. "A baby."
The killer released her wrists and tenderly rubbed her belly where their offspring would soon start to grow.
Jillian gazed up at him imploringly. "Michael, you and I will raise this baby together, won't we?"
He leaned down and kissed her with so much passion that it told her he was never planning to leave her - that she really did belong to him and no other. But what about Dr. Blankenship? Her feelings towards the doctor still befuddled her.
Sensing there was something else on his partner's mind, the Shape lifted his mouth from hers. Worry was etched all over her young beautiful face. Concerned, he sat up, intentionally severing their intimate bond. He wanted her to talk to him, yet she didn't seem all that eager to share her thoughts. The color in her cheeks heightened as her gaze shifted to her new ring, which glistened in the early morning light that boldly snuck into his bedroom between the wooden planks covering the windows.
"Michael, you know I love you, right? I mean like really love you?"
The killer firmly nodded. Jillian had done more than enough to prove her love for him.
"Good, because there's something I have to tell you. Dr. Blankenship gave me a pelvic exam yesterday, and when she touched me, I liked it - a lot - but I don't know what to do about it, or even if I should do anything about it. What do you think?"
The Shape merely blinked at Jillian as his brain began processing what she had just told him.
Jillian softly sighed. "I know, loaded question, huh? It's just that I don't want to do something that would end up hurting you."
The killer shook his head. He was well aware that his companion needed more than what he was able to give her, and Dr. Blankenship was the perfect woman to fill that void. She was the one person whom they could both trust.
The teenager's eyes narrowed. "Are you saying you would approve of me becoming closer with Dr. Blankenship?"
Yes. Wholeheartedly.
The Shape was expecting his answer to relieve some of his partner's stress, but instead she looked even more troubled than before.
"Okay, well, I still don't know what I'm going to do, but that's good to know." She softly kissed his masked lips. "I'm going to get dressed now and eat," she said, eyeing the bag of food on his desk.
The killer didn't make any move to stop Jillian's from leaving his bedroom. He, too, decided to dress, especially since Dr. Blankenship would be arriving soon with his partner's sandwich.
A few minutes later, the teenager returned to the Shape's room fully clothed in the gray sweater, her jeans, her socks, and her shoes. She seemed much more comfortable, but he preferred her naked. She had a very sexy body, one which he thoroughly enjoyed admiring. And fucking.
"Later," she promised with a smile. "After breakfast."
The Shape smirked behind his mask. He had never encountered anyone who possessed the ability to read his thoughts like Jillian could. She really was a remarkable young woman. And she was his. Completely.
Jillian grabbed her food and sat down on the bed next to the killer. She opened the bag and peered inside. He chuckled to himself when she promptly pulled out a chocolate chip cookie. A bashful grin touched her lips as she bit into it.
The Shape bolted to his feet, purposely putting some distance between him and Jillian before the temptation to rip off all her clothes and claim her again consumed him. She needs to eat, he mentally chided. He could tell that she had already lost some weight since her arrival, and he didn't want her losing any more.
Jillian finished her cookie and then glanced up at the Shape through her lashes, wordlessly telling him what she wanted. Growling under his breath, he pinned her beneath him on his bed. They undressed each other just enough to make it possible to fuck.
The Shape drove into Jillian and relentlessly pounded her. Although her pussy had stretched to accommodate his girth, being inside of it still felt incredible. It always got sloppy wet for him, which made fucking it extremely pleasurable.
"Oh, yeah," Jillian moaned. "That feels so fuckin' good, Michael. I'm going to come so hard for you…"
Good. That was the point. They both found their release, but that didn't stop them from going for round two. This time, though, the Shape slowed his pace to give Jillian a more relaxing experience. He was well aware that Dr. Blankenship could walk through the front door at any time, but right now he didn't give a damn if she saw them together. He had no desire to sever his connection with his partner. Not yet.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, urging his head down. "I love you so much, Michael," she said right before kissing him.
The Shape felt a sharp tinge in his chest as she spoke those words. He pulled back slightly, breaking their kiss, and stared down at Jillian in utter astonishment. After all the women he had been with, she was the one who had finally reached the one place he had always believed was untouchable. His heart.
Jillian's cadet-blue eyes searched his black ones for a long moment. "You love me, too," she wisely declared.
The Shape gradually nodded. The muscles in Jillian's arms constricted but still not tight enough to prevent him from leaving the bed. He zipped up his coveralls and headed straight for the door. He had to go somewhere away from his partner so that he could wrap his mind around what had just happened. He figured she, of all people, would understand that.
Once Michael left, Jillian sat up and pulled up her jeans. She wished he had stayed with her, but she didn't blame him for needing some space. However, she trusted he would return to her at some point. She hoped it would be by the next day so that they could keep their plans to move into Elaine's cottage. If not, maybe she could still go, and he could join her when he was ready.
Jillian heard the front door open and immediately stiffened. A moment later a familiar voice rang out throughout the house.
"Michael? Jillian? Anyone home?"
Breathing a deep sigh of relief, Jillian bounded out into the hallway. "Dr. Blankenship, I'm up here," the teenager answered. She met the physician on the upstairs landing.
"Hello, Jillian," Dr. Blankenship warmly greeted. "And the name's Elaine, remember?" She held out a submarine sandwich for the younger woman. "Here, this is for you. I thought you might be hungry."
"I am," Jillian confirmed. "Thanks."
"Of course."
Jillian led Elaine into Judith's bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed to eat. Elaine took a seat next to her.
"Did Michael give that to you?" the doctor asked while pointing to the other's new ring.
"Yeah, he did," Jillian replied with a smile.
"So you're officially a couple now."
"Yes."
"In that case, where is he?" Elaine wondered. "I'd like to congratulate him on his fine choice."
Jillian's mood instantly darkened. "He went out for a bit," she said, biting into her sub.
Elaine brows furrowed. "Is everything all right?"
The teenager shrugged. "I hope so. Earlier this morning Michael and I decided to try for a baby, and we're both certain that I'm going to end up pregnant."
"Hey, that's great news!" Elaine exclaimed. "Congratulations."
"Thanks, but that's not all," Jillian added. "Michael also loves me."
The woman's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. That's why he left. It overwhelmed him."
"I should say so," said Elaine. "When did he leave?"
"Just a few minutes before you arrived." Jillian answered.
"Well, I have to work today, but you may stay at my house until he returns," Elaine generously offered. "I'm sure Michael would understand."
"Oh, that would be great," Jillian emphatically responded. "Thank you."
Elaine reached out a hand and affectionately caressed the younger's cheek. "You are most certainly welcome."
The doctor then closed the gap between them. Jillian's lips instinctively parted, and their mouths met in a deep heavy kiss. As their tongues dueled, Jillian's pussy tingled with lust. However, instead of acting on it, she gently nudged the woman away.
"Jillian, what's wrong?" Elaine asked, looking rejected.
"Michael loves me," the teenager reiterated. "He might be okay with sharing me, but I don't feel like sharing him right now with anyone. I know I'm being selfish - "
"Hey, hey," the woman soothed, interrupting Jillian midsentence. "I'm not doing this to be with Michael. This is strictly about you, Jillian. I'm very attracted to you and have enjoyed the time we've spent together so far. I would really like to know you better."
"I want that, too," Jillian assured her companion.
"But, unlike Michael, I'll go at your pace," Elaine continued. "He pushed you too hard too fast. You both need time to sort out your feelings for one another."
"Yeah. Yeah, I suppose you're right," the teenager begrudgingly agreed. "I do love him though."
Elaine's expression softened. "Jillian, I'm not saying you don't. I would never devalue your feelings like that."
The heaviness in Jillian's heart lightened slightly. "Thank you. That means a lot to me."
Elaine placed a tender kiss on her lips. "I have to leave for work now, but we'll talk more later."
"I'll be waiting for you," the younger promised. "I want to get cleaned up, anyway."
"I'm sure you do." Elaine rose to her feet. "See you soon, my lovely."
Jillian blushed at the endearment, but she liked it all the same. "Have a good day, Elaine."
The doctor gave Jillian a parting wave on her way out of the bedroom. When the front door firmly closed, the teenager walked back into Michael's room to eat the remainder of her sandwich, along with the chips that were still in the bag on his desk.
Jillian had just finished her breakfast when the front door opened, again. Thinking it was Michael, she moved towards his bedroom's doorway.
"What if she's not here?" a man's voice asked.
"Oh, trust me, she's here," an even deeper voice replied.
Gasping in terror, Jillian instantly reversed course and rushed to Michael's closet. As quietly as possible she opened the door and snuck inside. She closed it, praying the intruders wouldn't find her.
"Nicole said that Michael is really into this one and doesn't plan to let her go anytime soon, if at all," Man Two continued.
Nicole? Jillian wondered. What did she have to do with these strangers?
"If he wants to rough up my woman, then I'll rough up his," Man Two added.
Jillian felt the color drain from her face. Michael, she wordlessly pleaded, where are you?
She heard both men enter Judith's former bedroom first. Their voices were muffled but grew louder as the strangers entered Michael's seemingly empty room.
"Maybe, Myers took the girl with him," Man One suggested.
"Perhaps, but I want to check every nook and cranny of this place just to be sure."
"Yes, of course, Rick."
Jillian barely dared to breathe. Although she sat hunched in a dark corner of his closet, she still didn't feel safe. Michael, please come home soon, she mentally begged. I need you here.
However, her urgent request fell on deaf ears. The closet door flew open, and moments later she was being yanked out of the small space by her hair. She instinctively released a loud scream before a large palm clamped down over her mouth, muffling her cry for help.
"Shut up," the man named Rick hissed in her ear, "or I swear I'll cut off your tongue with my knife."
The sharp tip of his weapon poked Jillian in the center of her back as a warning that he wasn't bluffing. She instantly fell silent.
"Good girl," Rick praised. He caressed her cheek with his lips. "You're quite pretty, aren't you? Michael always did have a fine taste in women, I'll give him that." Rick slid his hand from Jillian's mouth, down her breasts, and into the waistband of her jeans.
The knife in her back prevented Jillian from struggling as he forced two fingers straight into her vagina. She whimpered in protest but didn't dare do more for fear she'd be killed.
"Christ, your pussy feels good," Rick lowly told her.
"Make her come," Man One insisted.
"I plan to, Wade."
Jillian squeezed her eyes closed, willing her body not to respond to Rick. Unfortunately, he knew his way around a woman's body all too well. He touched her in all the right places to induce an orgasm, and she was unable to fight it.
"That's it," Rick encouraged. "Let yourself go."
After Jillian had climaxed, a man with dirty blonde hair and pale blue eyes knelt in front of her and unzipped her fly. Smirking, he leaned into her crotch and suckled her engored clit. With Rick's knife still threatening to slice her back open, she couldn't do anything to stop him from violating her with his mouth.
Tears of shame and outrage filled Jillian's eyes, yet she refused to give her assaulters the gratification of seeing her cry or making her come, again. This time she held her own.
"You stupid, bitch!" Wade yelled. He slapped Jillian across the face so hard her head flung back into Rick's chest.
"Careful, Louise," Rick warned. "Wade has quite the violent streak, too. I'd hate for you to lose your looks at such a young age."
Jillian immediately turned docile. These men meant business.
"Well, at least you're a quick learner," Rick remarked. "The three of us are going to have sex now, and you're going to come for us at least once. Got it?"
"Yes," Jillian meekly replied. Where the hell was Michael?
Rick forcefully shoved Jillian onto the Boogeyman's bed. He moved his knife to her neck as he unfastened his jeans. His chocolate-brown eyes studied the wound Michael had given her. "Looks like I wouldn't be the first to cut your throat," he said, "but I promise I'd be the last. Let's not have Michael come home to a corpse, shall we?"
A sinister grin tugged at Rick's thin lips, making him look like the devil himself. He ripped the butt plug out of Jillian's ass and motioned for his companion. Wade immediately joined them on the mattress.
Jillian remained docile as both men simultaneously fucked her. A few low moans escaped her lips, adding to her humiliation. Although she despised what they were doing to her, she couldn't keep her body from responding to the sexual stimulation it was being forced to endure. These men were raping her, yet they still managed to get her to come for them.
Afterwards, Rick slid the butt plug back into Jillian and then placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "You were as good as advertised, Louise. It was an absolute joy to fuck you, and for being such a good sport about it, I will leave you here unscathed. However, if Michael ever hurts my wife again, you will not fare so well the next time we meet. Understand?"
Jillian mutely nodded, not trusting her voice.
"Good. Oh, and there's no need to tell Michael about any of this. I think it would be best for it to stay between us. Don't you agree?"
Jillian gave her head another small nod. She would die before telling the Boogeyman that she had allowed two men to rape her, and in his own bed no less. It literally sickened her. What was worse, though, was having their cum oozing out of her pussy and ass, soaking his mattress.
Rick leaned over Jillian, his hard cock pushing its way back into her soft folds. "Let's fuck one more time, just you and me."
Jillian did not resist Rick. He had already taken her once. This time, though, was different. He trailed light kisses over her face and down her throat as he gradually moved deep inside of her. "No, please, don't…" she desperately pleaded. "Not like this."
"Oh, yes, my dear Louise," Rick smoothly replied, his tone dripping with contempt. "Just. Like. This."
Something within Jillian suddenly snapped. She tried bucking Rick off of her, but he did not budge.
"Don't make this harder on yourself, Louise," he warned, reaching for his knife. "Just let me finish, and my friend and I will be on our way. Just a few more minutes should do it."
Jillian eyed the weapon in Rick's hand and quickly decided not to fight him. He was armed; she was not. However, she vowed she would extract her revenge on him someday when the odds of victory were tilted more in her favor.
Rick grunted, distracting Jillian from her dark thoughts. She could feel his disgusting seed seeping into her fertile womb.
"Michael impregnated my wife six years ago," Rick said, rising to his feet. "I would find it very fitting if I happened to do the same to you, Louise."
Jillian just about threw up in her mouth. But what if she did end up having Rick's baby instead of Michael's? How would she ever explain that to her partner?
Rick threw her a knowingly smile. "Good day, Louise. Until our paths cross again."
Jillian watched the men exit the bedroom. Once she was sure they left the house, she fastened her jeans and then headed straight downstairs to the bathroom. She took the butt plug out so that she could expel as much cum out of her body as possible. However, what she really needed was a shower.
Jillian set the pink sex toy on the back of the toilet. After what Wade had done to her, she didn't want it back inside of her. She wore the plug for Michael's benefit, not anyone else's. The fact that another man had taken advantage of her stretched hole made her feel dirty, especially since she had come during the act. How could she have done that when her heart belonged to Michael? She had betrayed him in the worst way possible. Nicole had been right about her after all. She was nothing more than a slut. She didn't deserve the Boogeyman's love, even if he did decide to offer it to her.
Jillian pulled her new ring off her finger and laid it next to the butt plug. "I'm sorry, Michael, but this is for the best," she said.
With a broken heart, Jillian sauntered across the street. A chill had settled over her that emitted from her very soul. By the time she entered Dr. Blankenship's house, she was shaking so hard that her teeth were chattering.
Jillian trod to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her to ensure her privacy. She quickly undressed, not even glancing at herself in the mirror. She felt filthy and cheap and so darn cold.
Jillian turned on the faucet, setting the water temperature to hot. She swiped her hand underneath the running water, adjusting the temperature only to avoid getting burned. She stood underneath the showerhead and ferociously scrubbed her skin until certain areas turned so raw that they bled. No amount of scrubbing, though, was able to eliminate the feeling of uncleanliness that had consumed her.
Rick had spoiled her. She wasn't worthy to be anyone's lover anymore. She had to leave Michael and Elaine, but going back home wasn't an option open to her either. Her parents would never understand what she had been through. Besides, their house would be the first place her two friends would look. No, she had to go somewhere else. Somewhere away from Haddonfield.
With her mind made up, Jillian got ready to leave. She spent an extra few minutes drying her hair before heading to the master bedroom. She stole a pair of Elaine's panties from a dresser. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have clean underwear on again.
Jillian finished dressing and was about to head out of the bedroom when she noticed that her black wool coat was hanging on the outside of Elaine's closet. And the garment had been washed. Elaine must have taken it to the dry cleaners. That kind gesture brought tears to Jillian's eyes.
She collapsed to her knees in total despair. It was obvious Elaine cared for her, but as soon as Michael discovered that he loved her, he had left. And look what had happened. At the same time, Jillian didn't blame him for her rape. Had he known she was going to be assaulted, she was certain he would have stayed with her. Now, though, she was ruined goods. She couldn't imagine him wanting to be with her anymore, especially if she ended up pregnant with another man's baby.
Jillian hustled to her feet. Michael's vengeful wrath was the last thing she wanted to face, so she fled from Elaine's house. She kept to quiet secondary streets as she put distance between her and Lampkin Lane. On her journey, she passed a nearly deserted drug store. Only a couple cars were parked in its parking lot. She stood on the curb, wishing she had some money.
"Hey, there. You okay?"
Jillian nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the gentle voice, which she quickly discovered belonged to a young man with brown hair. His charcoal-gray eyes shone of genuine concern.
"Looks like someone roughed you up a bit."
The stranger reached for Jillian's cheek, but she hastily shied away from his hand.
"Sorry." he said, dropping his arm. "Are you okay?" he repeated.
Jillian returned her gaze to the drug store. "I need something in there, but I don't have any money."
"I'll help you," the young man offered. "What is it that you need?"
The teenager swallowed past the large lump in her throat. "A morning after pill," she muttered. She hated herself for what she wanted to do, yet in her case, it was completely necessary. She was not going to risk having Rick's baby, even if it meant killing Michael's in the process. She was young. She could have more babies later once she got her life back together.
The man's brow furrowed. "Were you raped?"
Jillian miserably nodded. "But I don't want anyone to know. Please, I just want the pill."
"Okay, don't worry about it. I'll help you. I'll be right back."
"Thank you," she gratefully said. She waited by a grove of trees at the rear of the parking lot while she waited for her new acquaintance. When he walked out of the store, she waved him over.
"Here," he gave her a plastic bag.
Jillian pulled out a thin box of pills and a bottle of water. She opened the box, pushed out a pill from its foil covering, and uncapped the water bottle.
"Wait, you sure about this?" the guy asked.
"Yes. I don't want to get pregnant by him."
"Yeah, I get it. Go ahead, then."
Before Jillian could change her mind, she downed the pill and all of the water from the bottle. After all the walking she had done, she had gotten a little dehydrated. Quenching her thirst felt really good. "Thanks. This was very kind of you to do."
"You're welcome," the stranger said. "My name's Chris, by the way. Short for Christopher."
"I'm…" The teenager paused to think of an alias.
"Jillian Rykes," Chris quickly answered for her. "Your photo is everywhere."
"Oh, right. I suppose it is," she said.
"You obviously don't want to be found," he correctly stated.
"No, I don't," Jillian confirmed.
"Well, I don't want to sound forward, especially after what you've been through, but if you need a place to stay for a bit, I have room in my house. It isn't much, but at least you'd have a roof over your head and food to eat."
Jillian hesitated. "Boy, I don't know…"
"Hey, I promise I won't hurt you."
Chris appeared genuinely sincere, and Jillian had nothing to lose at this point. "Yeah, sure, I'll go with you," she decided. "Do you live in Haddonfield?"
"Naw, I live twenty miles North of the country line."
"Perfect," said Jillian.
"Yeah, I thought you would like that. I just stopped here to buy some beer on the way to my buddy's house, but I used most of my beer money to buy your pills, so the trip's pretty pointless now. I'll visit him some other time."
"Sorry to ruin your plans," Jillian said.
Chris gave her a crooked smile that she found kind of charming. "I'm not. So, you ready to go?"
"Yes, definitely."
Chris pointed to a rusty red Dodge pickup truck. "Your chariot awaits, milady."
As Jillian walked to the vehicle, she couldn't help but think of Michael and Elaine. She didn't regret leaving them. However, she did wish them both the best in their future endeavors.
Chris opened the passenger door for her, and Jillian stepped up into the truck. What had happened to her in Haddonfield was in the past. Now she was onto a new adventure. And a new life.
The Shape spent most of the morning hiking through a large patch of woods that surrounded Haddonfield Park. For the first time in his existence, he loved someone. Jillian was everything he wanted in a woman and then some. However, he had never expected to fall in love with her. It left him feeling very overwhelmed, which was why he was out loitering in the woods instead of relaxing in his bed making sweet love to her.
Coward, his subconscious mocked. That's what you are. She loves you, and you love her. There's nothing wrong or shameful about that. Return to her. She needs you. Now.
An intense feeling of foreboding suddenly engulfed the Shape. His gut instinct told him that Jillian was in some kind of trouble. He immediately rushed back to his house. He flung open the front door and climbed up the staircase, taking two steps at a time. He strode straight into his room. It was empty. Eerily so.
The smell of sex hung heavily in the air, and two different set of shoe marks that did not belong to either him, Jillian, or Dr. Blankenship were imprinted in the dust-covered floor. With his eyes, the Shape followed the prints to his closet, which had been left open. Jillian's shoe prints were intertwined with the strangers' larger prints, and all three stopped at his bed.
As the killer stared at his bare mattress, bile rose in his throat. Whoever had entered his house had found and raped Jillian. His Jillian. His partner. The only person he had ever loved. Dammit ! He never should have left her alone! He had failed her in the worst way possible. He doubted she would ever forgive him for that, yet losing her wasn't an option either. He had to find her!
The Shape hurried downstairs. Right away he noticed that the bathroom door was cracked open. Jillian! He pushed the door inward. The room was empty save for two objects - the butt plug and the pearl ring he had given her. He picked up the sex toy first. It was caked with dry cum that was not his own.
Those fucking bastards! The Shape slammed his fist through the wall in sheer rage. Then, he grabbed Jillian's ring and dropped it into his breast pocket. He was determined to return the ring to her, no matter what. He would make sure she knew that there was no escaping him - that despite everything, they truly did belong together. Forever.
The killer searched all day for Jillian with no success. All evidence pointed to her stopping at Dr. Blankenship's after she had left his house, but she was long gone by the time he got there. He suspected she had returned to her parents. The only problem was he had no idea where they lived. The doctor didn't know either, which was why she was currently sitting on her sofa with a perplexed expression on her face. She was just as worried about his lover as he was.
'Tomorrow I'll find out where Jillian lives," Dr. Blankenship told him. "As long as she's kept up with her annual doctor's visits, I should be able to get her information to you rather quickly. I'll go into work before my shift starts and call you with it. Then, you can go and hopefully bring her back."
Dr. Blankenship looked distraught as she ran a hand through her light locks. "Fuck, Michael. Thanks to my ex, I can relate to what Jillian went through today. Being raped by him and his friends was the most horrifying experience of my life. I was an utter mess afterwards. I really hope she's okay."
Michael couldn't help but scoff. If Jillian was all right, she wouldn't have run from him. She obviously felt too ashamed to stay. He yearned to tell her that she wasn't to blame for what had happened to her. If it was anyone's fault, it was his. He never should have left her alone in his house.
"You'd better find out who hurt her, Michael, and make them pay," the doctor said. "They deserve your wrath for what they did."
Yes. Undoubtedly so.
"Well, since there's nothing more we can do tonight, I'm going to turn in. Are you planning to stay over?"
The Shape nodded. He didn't want to go back to the place where his partner had been attacked.
"Good. I think that's for the best."
Dr. Blankenship rose from the sofa to hug him. The killer's arms, however, remained dead at his sides.
"Michael, I know you're hurting," she gently voiced, "but try to get some sleep, all right? If everything goes well, you will see Jillian again tomorrow. Just keep that in mind."
He would try.
The doctor released her hold on the Shape. He watched her disappear around a corner before sinking into her recliner. He had never felt so fatigued in all his life. Being separated from Jillian was already taking its toll on him. He needed to be reunited with her, and soon.
The Shape didn't wish to sleep in a bed that he and Jillian had shared, so he leaned the recliner back; put his feet up; and closed his eyes. Eventually, he fell asleep, yet it was far from peaceful. He dreamt of two faceless men assaulting Jillian in his own bed. She kept calling out for him in her despair.
"Jillian," the killer whispered. "Jillian." However, his voice was too weak to reach her ears.
"Michael!" she screamed as her assaulters continued to brutally torment her.
"NO!" he rasped. "JILLIAN!"
"Michael! Michael! Wake up!" commanded another female voice directly into his ear. "You're dreaming."
At first, the Shape couldn't place the second voice. Then, all at once, he recognized it as Dr. Blankenship's. His eyes flew open, and the image of Jillian and her attackers instantly vanished, leaving the doctor's worried face in its stead. For a moment, he felt very disoriented.
"Michael, my god, are you all right?" Dr. Blankenship asked.
"Jillian," he uttered, his heart aching for her.
The woman pressed a firm kiss to his masked forehead. "I know, Michael. I know. We'll find her soon. I promise."
He merely nodded.
Dr. Blankenship sat down on the left arm of her recliner and tenderly stroked the Shape's artificial hair. He leaned into her touch, taking comfort in it.
"Forgive my forwardness, Michael, but would you like to sleep with me tonight?" she asked. "I don't know about you, but I wouldn't mind the extra company right now."
The Shape nodded only because he understood that the doctor was concerned about Jillian, too.
The killer entered the doctor's bedroom. He laid down on her bed with her at his side. She propped her head up with a hand, her eyes meeting his. "Jillian told me that you two did enough to ensure a pregnancy."
At his nod, the doctor pursed her lips together.
"Michael, since she's ovulating, it's possible that she could become pregnant with a baby that isn't yours."
No. No. The zygote he helped create would prevail over any other.
"Are you sure?"
Yes.
Dr. Blankenship still looked concerned. "Jillian doesn't know that, though, does she? I'm certain she is feeling very scared right now."
The Shape's eyes narrowed. What was the doctor's point?
"What I mean is that she might do something to prevent getting pregnant by her rapists. Michael, there are pills out there that can terminate potential pregnancies up to three days after having sex. When we find her, there could be a chance that she decided to take one of those pills. I want you to be prepared for that possibility just in case."
The Shape shook his head. Even if she did try to terminate her pregnancy in that manner, the egg his seed fertilized would survive. Of that he was certain.
Dr. Blankenship suddenly appeared hopeful. "So, if Jillian didn't return to her parents' house, will you be able to track her down by way of your baby?"
He shrugged. Possibly, if she was still close by. If she had traveled out of Haddonfield, most likely not. Truthfully, if she hadn't gone back to her parents, then the chance of finding her was slim to none.
The more the Shape thought about it, the less he believed Jillian would have returned home. He doubted she would go someplace where she could be easily found by him or Dr. Blankenship. And, knowing her, she wouldn't want to face her parents either, which meant she was spending the night all alone. Or worse, yet perhaps she wasn't. What if she was raped, again? What if this time she didn't survive?
The Shape rolled out of bed and restlessly trod to the bedroom window. Dr. Blankenship approached him, but stayed about a foot off his heel.
"I know how you feel," she said. "I am really scared for her, too."
Scared. Angry. Frustrated. Confused. Sad. Lonely. Hurt.
The Shape clenched his hands at his sides. If that was how it felt to love someone, then he wanted no part of it. None. The pain associated with losing that person was just too much. It made him feel weak, tired, and emotional. Tears already threatened to fall. He hated Jillian. She could stay away forever for all he cared.
And, yet, at the same time, the Shape desperately wanted her back in his arms. He yearned to comfort her and show her exactly how much he had missed her. He didn't hate her, not really. He was just so angry - at Jillian, at himself, but most of all at the two rapists. He sniffled behind his mask. Damn, he was a wreck.
Dr. Blankenship took pity on him. She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and pressed her cheek against his back. Although his thoughts were focused on Jillian, the Shape's body painfully reacted to the doctor's closeness.
"It's natural to be upset, Michael," she said, clearly oblivious to the cock swelling in size just below her hands. "Loving someone is not always easy, especially in this type of situation. I wish I could help you more."
The Shape failed to respond. His concentration was momentarily diverted by the doctor's taut nipples poking him through the thin material of her short red nightdress.
"Michael, are you all right?"
Fuck, no, he was not all right. He spun around and captured Dr. Blankenship in his arms. He had never considered fucking his ex-partner's mother before now, but if he couldn't have Jillian, she was the next best option. Except she was fighting him - hard.
"No, stop, Michael, we can't do this!" she yelled.
Really? He effortlessly lifted the doctor off her feet and tossed her onto the mattress. There. That would show her. However, as soon as he joined her, she scrambled away from him.
"Michael, no, listen to me!" she insisted. "I wanted to have sex with Jillian this morning, but she rejected my advances because she isn't ready to share you with me. You do this with me right now, and she'll never forgive either of us."
The Shape instantly stopped pursuing the doctor. He stayed on the bed as he composed himself. Despite his sudden lust for her, his love for Jillian was stronger and always would be. He couldn't do anything that would permanently damage their relationship.
"I'm not angry," Dr. Blankenship said, "but I think Jillian will end up sacrificing her physical attraction to me in order to have a monogamous relationship with you."
The Shape shook his head. No. Jillian enjoyed female companionship far too much to give it up.
"Michael, she loves you. It will be just like how it was with Kaylee."
Again, he had to disagree. He'd seen the way his partner had interacted with Nicole. Jillian was no Kaylee. He was certain she would come around, eventually. In the meantime, they would both just have to be patient with her.
"If you say so," Dr. Blankenship dubiously replied. "I just hope no more harm comes to her before we find her."
Now that was a sentiment the Shape could agree with.
The doctor gave him a long look. "So, are we okay now, or do I have to sleep on the couch for the remainder of the night?"
The killer patted the mattress. Dr. Blankenship crawled underneath her blankets while he laid on top of them.
"Jillian will appreciate this," she stated. "Right now we just have to do what's best for her."
Yes. His partner had been through enough trauma. He wouldn't add to it by doing something that she herself hadn't done, yet, which was having sex with the doctor.
"Well, goodnight, Michael."
He pressed his masked lips against Dr. Blankenship's temple. Then, he turned his head and fell back to sleep with his thoughts once again fixed on Jillian.
Darkness surrounded Jillian, and she found it suffocating. She switched on the bedside lamp. It's dim glow cast unfamiliar shadows throughout the small bedroom. Chris was sleeping in the master bedroom just down the hall from her.
After arriving at his house, they had shared a simple dinner consisting of spaghetti and garlic bread. Jillian now knew that Chris didn't have a steady girlfriend, just occasional hook-ups. He admitted he had made plans to see a girl the next night. She had told him to keep his plans - that she would be fine in his house by herself. After all, no one knew where she was. For the time being, she was safe from Michael and her rapists.
All Jillian saw when she closed her eyes were Wade and Rick's leering faces. She tried to block out the memory of them violating her, but it remained vivid in her mind. Although they hadn't treated her much differently than Michael had at first, she had never felt the desire to vomit after being intimate with him. Just thinking about her assaulters made her nauseous.
A sudden knock on the closed bedroom door made Jillian jump. "Y-yes," she stammered.
"It's me, Chris. I saw that your light was on and wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Jillian quickly assured him. "I'm going back to sleep now. Goodnight, Chris."
"Okay, sure," he replied, sounding disappointed. "Goodnight, Jill."
The teenager suspected he was hoping she'd let him into her bed; however, it was much too soon for that. She wasn't nearly ready to start another physical relationship with someone. She needed time to process everything that had happened to her. At the same time, though, she hadn't meant to hurt Chris's feelings. She would talk to him once she woke up in the morning. Right now, she just wanted to be alone with her muddled thoughts.