Three hours after her little episode, Jesse was relieved to know that they were about to land. Taking deep breaths, and popping in a stick of gum so her ears won't plug up, Jesse re-buckled her seatbelt while the plane started to descend.
Jesse always hated landing. There was no reason to explain it, so she just closed her eyes and prayed to whoever was out their, hoping that they would not allow the plane to explode, crash, etc.
The man that was sitting next to her neighbor, who was currently slumped over with a bucket of fried chicken, was reading a book, but Jesse couldn't see what it's name was. All she saw was a picture of a young boy with messy blonde hair.
Jesse's curiosity got the better of her. "Excuse me?" The man looked up. "What is that book called?"
The man cleared his throat before speaking, "It's called 'The Devil's Eyes: The Story of Michael Myers'", He turned the book toward her, and she could see it more clearly. The boy clearly has been through a lot. His black eyes had dark blue circles beneath them, indicating no sleep. His hair was full of dirt, and his clothes were torn. It was a horrifying site.
"Michael Myers?" For the life of her, Jesse has never heard such a name before.
The man apparently decided to take pity on Jesse because he so generously started to explain. "It was written by Doctor Samuel Loomis, from Smith's Grove Sanitarium." Wait, what? "About 12 years ago, when the boy was fourteen, he murdered his entire family. Well, with the exception of his mother who he happened to love very much and his newborn sister. Michael was found sitting on his doorstep with his little sister Laurie, waiting for his mom to come home. But, when she did, the cops showed up and it all went down hill from there. He is now known to be locked away in an isolated cell in Smith's Grove Sanitarium."
Jesse was still shocked into silence. I was going to be working with a killer? I thought that I was only going to be working with people who have phobias and like to think that bunny rabbits are aliens that eat people. That is what I can work with. I can't work with serial killers, who are still legally insane. They could kill me.
"Miss, are you ok?" She nodded towards the man, noticing that the plane had finished it's descent, and that people were already getting off.
She wanted to know more about the man that she would be helping. She wanted to be prepared to handle whatever happens. She wanted to be professional and not be a bumbling fool, not knowing what to do when he tried to kill you.
She dug out a crisp hundred dollar bill from her purse, and handed it to the man who looked at her in concern and surprise. "May I buy that book?"
The man handed her the book and she waved goodbye, grateful that the plane ride was over. Jesse stepped out of the plane and onto the soil of Warren County, Kentucky.
Jesse could smell the fresh summer breeze and the smell of farms permeating the air. To tell you the truth, Jesse was actually excited to be back. Nobody has heard from her in three years, and nobody bothered to call. Not even her mother. Jesse still wondered why she even bothered to acknowledge the birthday card, and yet, she finds herself back in Kentucky.
She saw a man in a business suit, holding a sign that said Newman. He was standing next to a nice, clean looking 05' Saturn Ion. She walked briskly up to him, already knowing that her mother took the liberty of getting her a rental car. She was disappointed because she was just planning to take the bus. She just didn't like taking money from her mother, knowing that her new sleaze ball of a husband was the one paying for it.
Jesse's caramel colored hair whipped around her face, momentarily shielding her eyes from where she was going. She stopped to use the pony tail holder from her wrist to put her hair in a messy bun. Jesse continued on walking towards the man with the sign.
Without any words being exchanged, he handed her the keys and got her luggage that was sitting nearby. She got into the car, and thanked the man. "Tell me. How is she?"
The man jerked up from where he was bending over the car, placing her luggage and something black she has never seen before into her trunk. The 'something black' didn't bother her much, since she was still focused on her question.
"Uh….um…sh-she is d-doing just fine". That was a slight relief. Because that man she called a step father was not one of the nicest men you'll ever meet.
"Well thanks. Here" She handed him a twenty dollar bill, driving off leaving a guilty car rental guy behind.
She passed through the countryside, on her way to Smith's Grove. Jesse called ahead of time, seeing where her mother was going to be that afternoon. She was just turning the corner, going up the road the holds the Sanitarium on it, when a cop car started blaring its sirens at her.
Obediently, Jesse slowed her car until she was on the shoulder. She rolled her window down, looked up at the officer and asked the same question you hear from everybody. "How can I help you, Officer?"
The Officer took of his shades and stared into her eyes. "We have reason to believe that something was placed in your car that's dangerous. You weren't purposely targeted, but I will need to have my Deputy look over your car."
Jesse looked behind her, and through the back window, she could see her trunk open. Five minutes later, and an excited, "Got it!" sounded through the still, tense air. The Officer next to her breathed a sigh of relief, and took the black box Jesse saw earlier from his Deputy's hands.
"What is it?"
"Its some kind of box with poisonous fumes in it that would be released if it was ever opened." The Officer was looking at every angle of the box before deciding that they should take it to the lab. The officer turned towards her once more. "Miss…?"
"Newman"
"Right, Miss Newman, you were very lucky we got here in time. That small black box could've been the end for you. You are free to go. Have a nice day!" The Officer smiled a genuine smile and walked away.
Still shaken up, Jesse shakily turned the key in the ignition, and started up the rest of the drive. She parked her car in the employee lot, since she was going to be working here anyway, and walked in.
Jesse walked up to the receptionist behind the desk. "Excuse me?"
The old man looked up from the piles up papers in front of him to notice a good looking little lady in front of him. "How may I help you?"
"I'm supposed to be starting work today, and I'm supposed to be talking with my mom, Sarah Newman in about five minutes. Could you show me where she is, please?" I decided that polite behavior would get me what I want. I knew that I didn't have an appointment with my mother in five minutes, but he didn't know that.
He smiled and lead Jesse down what felt like twenty different hallways. You could hear eerie moans and groans from the patients that have no mental capacity whatsoever and they gave Jesse the chills. The old man stopped in front of a door which was being guarded by four SWAT team members. Jesse was a little surprised that they went this far to guard someone.
The guards asked the receptionist, who she found out was named Charles, to state what his business was. "This here is Sarah's daughter, and she is to meet her in about a minute." The guard looked at Jesse and asked her to show some identification and she handed him her drivers license. He looked over it and signaled to the other guards to open the door.
They gripped their guns, and pointed them towards the door as soon as it was opened. I was lead into a brightly lit room so bright that my grey eyes had to take about a minute to adjust.
A gasp was heard throughout the room, and it took Jesse a moment to realize that it came from her. What she saw made her blood boil, and made that little annoying maniacal voice come to the forefront of her mind. "WHAT DID HE DO?" she screamed
On the left side of her mothers face was a big welt the size of a handprint. Her stepfather's handprint. Jesse stalked towards her mother who seemed to shrink in size. Jesse hardly glanced at the large form leaning back in the chair opposite her mother.
Sarah turned off the tape recorder from her session and looked at her daughter. She was ashamed to admit that she wasn't angry at her husband. After all, she did flirt with a fellow colleague.
"It's nothing, Jesse. You have grown" If possible Jesse seemed to grow bigger in her rage.
"Don't change the subject, mom" Jesse was getting frustrated. The voice in her head was getting louder and louder. So loud, that Jesse collapsed in front of her mother. She brought her mom into her arms, when she saw the unshed tears in her eyes. "Tell me what happened." It was a demand.
She did. Apparently Joseph saw her mother flirting with a colleague and he got jealous….and in a fit of rage, struck out at her. I didn't believe it for a moment, but knowing from my moms ashamed eyes, she believed the lie that Joseph was actually jealous. Everyone but my mom knew better.
"I'll kill the bastard" The form in his chair raised their head to look at the woman who said that,
Sarah reacted quickly, "No, Jesse don't do th-Hello Michael." Jesse was confused. Michael, since when was her name Michael? She slowly turned around and saw the form she passed earlier. He was wearing a mask. A bright orange one with black stripes. Like a tiger.
"Michael, this is my daughter, Jesse, Jesse, this is my patient Michael Myers"
Oh shit…
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