DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna and my other OCs.
Chapter Fifteen
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AN: Happy birthday to me! Yes, October 4th is my birthday and I am the big 1-9 lolz. I love being a Halloween baby! So why not post a chapter in my own honor (I am HUGE on birthdays for everyone so if you ever want me to post a chapter on your birthday totally PM me and I will try my best and if it's late I still dedicate it to you and give you a big shout out!
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"JUDITH!" I jumped from where I sat in the kitchen with Deborah at the sound of Michael's shout. I looked over and saw Deborah shake her head as muffled fighting was heard above us.
"What happened?" I asked, concerned by how angry Michael sounded while his sister was laughing far too loudly.
"Who knows with those two," she sighed. Deborah looked so tired and I didn't blame her. She had been working more hours than usual and today she finally got a day off only to have her two eldest kids fighting constantly. Judith had been more physical than usual, punching Michael whenever he entered a room and was unsuspecting. Though, Michael would counter with a punch of his own if his mom wasn't looking.
I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of someone stomping down the stairs. A few moments later, Michael stormed into the kitchen, his hair looking like a nest and he was covered in large dots of paint. His eyes were black, though I seemed to be the only one who noticed, and his face was a mix between misery and fury. Debra's mouth fell open as I let out a loud laugh.
"Michael?" Deborah asked.
"Judith booby-trapped my room," he said, his voice barely containing the calm anger that was brewing inside of him,
"How that witch figured out how to work paintballs to shoot at a person the moment they open the door, I will never know. She's probably sleeping with some guy who she convinced to set it up," he muttered as he crossed over to the sink and got a roll of paper towels. Boo was in her highchair, cooing as she tried to reach out and grab his shirt. He turned around and ruffled the little tuff of blonde hair before resuming his cleanup.
"Judith Marie Myers!" Deborah shouted up the steps. A few seconds later, a scantily dressed Judith came down, pulling on a gray sweater.
"I'm getting ready to go out," she said.
"Not anymore, why did you sabotage your brother's bedroom?!" Deborah demanded.
"Little freak put a dead rat in my room!"
"No I didn't!" Michael shouted as he scrubbed his arms, "If I step one foot into your room, I am exposing myself to some pretty dangerous diseases!"
"You little-!"
"ENOUGH!" Deborah shouted. Judith scoffed and crossed her arms while Michael immediately shut up and hung his head as he cleaned. He always was afraid of his mother's temper.
"I don't care what happened! Michael you are not to go anywhere this weekend and Judith you are grounded for a week,"
"What the hell?! You always take the little bitch's side!" Judith shouted before storming out of the house. I saw Michael flip her off at the insult while Deborah had her back turned.
*NEXT DAY*
The next day, I was back in the kitchen while Michael fed Boo lunch. He sat in a crouched position on the chair, not focusing on anything but the laughing baby. He was more quiet than usual, only making sounds at his sister when she laughed or refused her food.
"Michael Audrey!" Michael almost snarled at the sound of his middle name. Whenever I felt playful, I would purposely use both his names or even just use his middle name and laugh while he would give me death glares.
Debra walked into the room and towered over Michael who was still crouched on the chair, holding the spoon of baby food, "did you lock you sister in her room with zip ties?"
Michael scoffed and resumed feeding Boo.
"I don't know, did she booby-trap my room?" he deadpanned and looked up at her. He immediately hung his head at her furious look and I covered my mouth to hide my laughter at how my "disturbed" friend was intimidated by his mother.
Suddenly I was snapped out of my nostalgic dream, staring at the crimson wall that was my room. Why was I dreaming about that weekend? I could feel my phone under my hand and I turned it on to check the time. It was barely two in the morning. I groaned and slammed the phone back onto the mattress.
I felt like I was being watched, but I didn't bother picking my head up from the pillow. Instead, I only stared at the wall as the feeling of eyes continued to burn into me. I assumed it was Emmy doing her usual 'lurk-in-the-shadows' routine that she had been doing since she could walk. Normally I found it funny and adorable especially because it reminded me that she was 100% her father's daughter. But now, that was the last thing I needed to be reminded of. My head was pounding and I still felt so drained. I didn't even care that my stitched up wound was beginning to hurt because of the weight on it from me lying on my stomach.
"Maybe she will think I'm asleep," I thought to myself and sighed softly. I burrowed further into my pillow and let out another sigh. About ten minutes passed by and the burning sensation of being watched had not wavered. I clutched the edge of my pillow in my fist out of annoyance and kept my patience in check. I could wait her out.
Another twenty minutes crept slowly on by and finally my annoyance at reached its breaking point. I sat up and turned around, prepared to tell Emmy to go back to bed when I felt the words immediately catch in my throat.
It was not Emmy. The figure by the closed door was tall holding a large knife in its hand. I couldn't move from my spot as the shape walked closer, materializing in the moonlight. Beneath the emotionless mask, I could see his black eyes narrowed at me, no traces of blue to be found. Michael stopped at the foot of my bed, still staring down at me, and tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, the movement almost undetectable.
Suddenly, I snapped out of my reverie and pulled my blanket up and around me, painfully aware that because I had not bothered to change after my disastrous night, I was clad in only a bra and underwear. Of all the nights for him to appear…
"Yes, Michael?" I asked, my tone clipped. He tilted his head a little more but did not respond. I looked into those abysmal black holes of his mask and tried to make out his expression. But he gave nothing away. From the corner of my eye, I noticed his free hand twitch, almost going into a fist. The action made my repress a smile; Michael still had that habit of twitching his hand whenever he was confused.
"What's the matter?" I asked, my voice still curt but held a slight teasing tone in it as I gestured towards his hand, letting him know that I was reading him like an open book at the moment from that motion alone.
His hand suddenly stopped twitching and immediately formed a tight fist as his gaze hardened even further on me. He took two long strides so he towered over me, making me feel very small in my vulnerable position. Everything seemed to freeze around us as we locked eyes. It had been nearly three days since I last saw him and part of me still wanted to be furious; he had stabbed me for heaven's sake! Not only that, but he had murdered my neighbor who had happened to look slightly like me. That was too coincidental for my liking.
But there was another part of me, a small, miniscule voice in the back of my head that was relieved, if not a little happy, that he had come back and not tried to kill me again. At least not right away; the knife was still held tightly in his grasp and he did not look like he was in a good mood. Then again, when was he ever? As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw that he was covered in red and I knew it was blood. And Laurie was downstairs…
"Michael," I whispered, "You didn't hurt her, did you?" Now it was my turn to narrow my eyes at him as he tilted his head again.
"You know damn well who I am talking about," I hissed. His head straightened up and with lightning fast movements, I could barely comprehend when he grabbed my arm, tightly, and yanked me to my feet. I scrambled to keep the blanket around my body with my free arm as he ripped the door open and pulled me into the hallway. I tried to struggle and pull myself free, but I knew that it was impossible. His strength was inhuman.
When we made it to the top of the stairs, he yanked me closer to him, roughly angling my body so I could see down into the living room. On the couch was Laurie, asleep and most certainly breathing. I sighed in relief.
Michael's intense grip on my arms didn't let up as he practically dragged me back to my room and shut the door behind us. Then, he threw me away from him, sharply, as if I had the plague. I huffed in annoyance and wrapped the blanket securely around me before sitting at the edge of my bed.
"What is your problem, Michael?" I demanded harshly. He only stared at me. He had put his knife into his waistband, leaving both his hands free to make tight fists. Was he holding back his rage? I sighed.
"I'm really not in the mood, Michael," I said, "It's been a hell of a night and I really just want to sleep. I only have this weekend to get myself together before I go back to school. So if you would please leave, that would be nice. And don't stain my carpet with blood, please; it's a bitch to get out," I stood again and moved to the door to open it, when a large hand grabbed me and jerked me back. The blanket fell to the floor from my surprise and I looked up at Michael, my face burning in the darkness; I was only in a bra and underwear!
But, Michael wasn't looking at my body, he was glaring into my eyes. The blue was gone from his irises, leaving only onyx orbs. I used my free hand to grip his wrist that held me, but his other arm came up and grabbed it, leaving me in a vulnerable position.
"LET GO!" I shouted and kicked him, but he didn't even flinch. I continued to struggle and bite back all the curses on my tongue when soft but panicked knocking was heard at the door.
"Mommy?" I froze and both of us looked towards the sound of Emmy's voice. The door had been cracked open and a little blonde head poked into the room, half awake. The minute we both saw her, I felt Michael's grip instantly loosen from me just enough for me to back away and grab the sheet from the floor and quickly wrap it around myself.
"What's going on?" she asked pitifully as she rubbed her eyes. I turned back and saw that Michael was gone, no doubt somewhere in the many shadows of the room. The thought made a shiver run down my spine.
"Nothing Emmy, go back to bed, it is way too late for you to be awake," I said quietly, bending down to her level. She had grown taller, looking more like a ten or eleven year old than seven. Her blue eye looked darker in the unlit room, almost matching her black one. She looked so much like her father; it made my heart squeeze, tight.
"Was Michael just here?" she asked, looking around, "I could have sworn I saw him when I came in. He was holding you weird, why?"
"It's nothing," I said quickly, "Go back to bed, and don't make too much noise because Laurie is sleeping downstairs,"
Emmy nodded and walked out of the room, swaying from the drowsiness. Normally, she would have stayed and kept asking questions, believing herself to be older than she truly was; something she inherited from me.
I stood and closed the door, making sure to lock it in case my little "chat" with Michael got physical again. Last thing I needed was our daughter to walk in on a repeat of that night in the diner. I slowly turned and nearly smacked into a hard chest as a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed the sheet. With a hard yank, I was flung across the room from the force and found myself slammed into the wall, Michael holding my wrists beside my head as he stared angrily into my eyes.
"What the hell?!" I hissed, pushing against him to try and escape, but there was no space between our bodies. Whatever was bothering him was fueling his rage.
"What are you so angry about this time?" I asked, "I don't want to deal with this tonight Michael, I had a hard enough time with Ethan-," At the mention of his name, Michael pulled me from the wall and slammed me into it again; not hard enough to hurt me but enough to show me it was a warning.
"Ethan? You're mad at Ethan?" I asked and was slammed into the wall again. Suddenly, everything fell into place and I felt my trademark crooked smirk curve onto my face; it had been far too long since I had made it and it felt so good to have it back.
"Michael Myers, are you jealous?" I didn't recognize my own voice by its teasing tone. The grips on my wrists tightened, making me wince; I knew I was going to have bruises to hide later. But at this point, it was becoming worth it.
"I'll take that as a yes," I knew I was sounding cocky now, but I was throwing Michael off, it was obvious. His head slowly turned to the side and he took a step back, still holding my wrists tightly but not pressed against me, giving me more freedom to move. I kicked my legs a little to wake them back up and continued,
"I thought we covered this back at that night in the sanitarium Michael," I sighed, the smirk still on my face, "I only belong to one person, no matter how insufferable he may be,"
What had gotten into me? I could feel a weight coming off my shoulders as old confidence returned to me. It felt so good; I was beginning to feel like myself again.
Michael's eyes went to my left ring finger, where his paper-Mache ring used to rest. I was confused but then I remembered the promise I had made that night,
"When I wear this ring, I will consider myself Katarzyna Myers so I can't belong to anyone else,"
I was not wearing the ring, I had told him to stay as far away from me as possible, I had gone out with another man…
He was seeing my actions as a rejection. He really was jealous.
"Derek smashed the ring during our fight," I said, my smirk gone, "It wasn't by choice,"
Michael's head snapped up and he stared at me; his eyes were black but I could see the blue swirling in them. Suddenly, I wanted to get a rise out of him, to make him react out of his character. And I knew just what to say.
"Jeez, you are possessive aren't you?" I joked, smirking once more, "It's not like I belong to you-,"
I had just enough time to finish the sentence when Michael slammed me back into the wall with his body and his masked lips pressed aggressively against mine. I could only sigh at the feeling, silently wishing that the mask was out of the way but knew that was something that would never happen. The Kat a week ago probably would have fought and shouted, cursing him and demanding he leave, knowing full well he wouldn't. But I had finally gotten passed that phase, I was me again and the real me would have been begging for this.
I hadn't realized that my eyes were closed until he pulled away and I opened them to find him staring deeply into mine. The majority of his eyes were still black but the speckles of blue remained, putting me to ease.
My wrists burned but I realized that he had released them in place of gripping my shoulders, keeping me securely against the wall but shockingly careful not to touch my healing wound. My hands remained on either side of my head as my eyes raked down to the bottom of his mask, revealing tanned skin that poked out from between the latex and his suit. I don't know what possessed me to move my hand to his forearm and slide it up until it was pressed against the side of his neck where the visible skin was. Immediately he tensed.
He looked as though he were barely breathing, yet I could feel his pulse against my palm; it wasn't racing like mine, but it wasn't slow either. I heard a sharp breath and my eyes snapped up to his and our gazes locked once more. My hand gripped the bottom of the mask and he came back to life, yanking himself away, but I held strong, amazing myself that I managed to keep ahold of it.
"I'm not taking it off," I said firmly. He shocked me when he didn't move as I took the other side of the mask with my other hand. My heart melted at the thought of why he was showing such compliance:
He trusted me.
Ever so slowly, I rolled the mask up with my hands until his mouth was exposed. I moved it up a little farther so he could breathe through his nose before lowering my hands. I couldn't make him out in the darkness, only the mask staring back at me with his eyes full of an almost childlike curiosity.
"Michael-," I began but I was cut off when he was suddenly on me again. Nothing was gentle about the embrace as he shoved me back into the wall and held my lips in a hard, demanding kiss. Within seconds, I found myself melting into it, my hands gripping his shoulders.
What had gotten into me? Not even 20 minutes ago I had been vehemently against seeing him, trying to sort out the thoughts in my head. I had hated him even, holding such a strong grudge for harming me, betraying my trust. Now I was basically in his arms, kissing him like I had seven years ago before he became the Haddonfield Boogeyman. Nothing else was important to me.
I let out a hiss of pain when his palm came in contact with my bandages, putting a little too much pressure on it. He immediately pulled away and left his hand suspended, almost as though he had no idea where to put it. Eventually, I felt him press it against my rib cage. His hands were surprisingly warm now.
I wasn't sure how much time passed as we kissed there against the wall; my hands moving from around his neck to his forearms while his stayed with one pressed to one side of my ribs and the other on the side of my neck.
Again, what had gotten into me? More importantly, what had gotten into him? Never had he acted like this since I returned. Actually, even back before I left he had been reserved; I had to coax the reactions out of him.
I pulled back for much needed air, panting breathlessly while he had yet to seem winded in any way. Two beats passed before he tried to pull me back into an aggressive kiss and I turned my head, still trying to gasp for air. The sudden movement made him come in contact with the skin somewhere between my neck and ear, causing him to bite down. Hard. I let out a sound that was a cross between a startled cry and moan and turned my head back, only to have him hold me in place.
After a few moments passed, I was pulled back into a kiss and I made a sound in the back of my throat. Suddenly the mood changed and I felt him push himself away from me, frantically putting his mask back into place. I grasped the wall for support as my legs felt like jelly and looked at him. His eyes raked over me once before he suddenly turned and left the room.
I slid down to the floor and caught my breath. What had just happened?
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(Michael)
What had he done?! That was not his plan when he had set out to confront Kat! He wanted to threaten her, show her that he was not pleased and that he would not hesitate to come after her again.
When he had come into the house, he had seen Boo sleeping on the couch, completely vulnerable and leaving the perfect opportunity to end it once and for all. But, the timing wasn't right nor was the location. He couldn't kill her in their old home. At least not now. Sure, he could drag her to the basement and take care of her there; neither Kat nor Emmy ever went down there, making it a perfect place for him to hide.
But he needed to see Kat. Then he would deal with his sister.
What had this girl done to him?
He walked up the stairs and down the hall to his destination. He watched her sleeping form until she woke up and told him to leave. Then she looked at him and demanded to know if he had harmed his sister. The question brought a mysterious rage in him as he yanked her out of bed and into the hall to prove that the girl was still alive. Despite his better judgment.
At first he had been confused as to why she was so desperate to keep the sheet around her, than when they returned to the room and he shoved her away, he realized the reason: she wasn't wearing any night clothes. A strange feeling stirred inside him at the thought, but he immediately shook it away when she began demanding answers. Had she always been so infuriating?
He had come so close to hurting her, he had her in the perfect position where he was in control, but they had been interrupted. When Emmy had entered the room, dazed and half awake, he immediately loosened his grip on Kat. He remembered as a kid, walking in on Ronnie and his mother's physical arguments more than once and the fear that would come along with it, followed by anger that usually ended with him getting injured in some way by his mom's boyfriend. He would never lay a hand on Emmy, but he knew that feeling of fear all too well.
Kat had gotten the tired little girl back to bed easier than usual, proving she had been far too tired to care. When he heard the door lock, he immediately remembered his reasons for being there and pulled her back, inadvertently losing the blanket that covered her in the process.
The events that followed had become a blur, but he remembered when that smirk appeared on her face; her smirk. She hadn't made that expression in a long time. Her teasing words were back and she was once again unafraid of him.
His Kat was back. He had gotten his Kat back.
Next thing he knew, he pressed her into the wall and kissed her through the mask. She hadn't fought back or pulled away, she had responded! When he pulled away she stared at him, only to grip his mask. It was like a bucket of cold water.
He pulled away from her and was surprised that she managed to keep a strong grip on him. She reassured him she would not remove his only real form of security and he allowed himself to relax just a bit. He trusted her.
Then, they were kissing again; the feeling was so different without the barrier between them. Her lips were warm and inviting, almost drawing him in. The last time he kissed her in such a way was seven years ago. But back then she had been unsure, careful about her movements. When had she become so comfortable with the act? And who had she gotten comfortable with?
At that thought, he kissed her harder and much more aggressive, angered at the thought of another man anywhere near her. Seven years she had been away from him in California. She had lived with another man before he turned on her. Who knows what she had left out of her story she told Loomis?
Everything was moving quickly as she pulled back for air, but he wasn't ready to let go as he leaned forward again, only to connect with her neck and bite down. The sound that had come out of her mouth had done something to him, making him repeat his earlier action of biting her.
His victims had let out sounds like that when he ended their pathetic lives, except they were more out of pain and agony. The sound she made was shocked and…pleasured? All he knew was he liked her sound better, something he never thought he would ever admit.
Then the mood changed. He realized what was happening. They were slowly falling back into the same position they had been in back in the Sanitarium. He knew where that would lead them…
He pulled away from her and fixed his mask as Kat gripped the wall for support. For the first time that night, he finally got a good look at her. Her lips were swollen and her hair was a tangled mess from their activities, and there was a mark already forming where he bit her. The underwear and bra she wore left nothing to the imagination, showing off her long legs and toned body. She had lost a lot of weight over the course of her time there, not too much but he still didn't like the way her bones poked out from her collarbone when she bent over. Or how her shoulders had sunken in ever so slightly. Such differences would go unnoticed to people because they were so minuet. But he noticed everything.
He had to leave, he couldn't look anymore or else he would not be in control of himself. He did not like losing control over himself like that.
He didn't even look at Laurie when he left. He just needed to get away.
What was happening to him?!
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(BONUS CHAPTER)!
(The next morning)
When I woke up, I found myself half dangling off the bed, unsure of how I even managed to get up there in the first place; I had been so spent mentally, emotionally, and physically that I could barely move after Michael left the night before. Why had he left so suddenly? Originally, he had been livid, prepared to hurt or threaten me in some way, then he softened when Emmy came in only to return back to his original state once she left. Next thing either of us knew, he was roughly affectionate with his hard kisses and rugged behavior, then suddenly, he is erratic; pulling his mask back in place and storming from the room.
I groaned as the sun burned into my eyes. I squeezed them shut and stood from my contorted position, noting how both my legs were asleep. I stumbled to my closet and grabbed my robe before heading to the bathroom. When I got there, I felt my heart stop at the sight of my reflection.
There were dark marks around my wrists where Michael had held me in a vice grip of control, my lips were bruised too but they had faded enough to the point where they would be virtually unseen unless someone was really scrutinizing me. But the worst of it was centered on my neck, where Michael bit me.
A dark purplish, almost black bruise had formed just a few inches below my ear. It was obvious it had been from a bite mark and it was so dark that no matter how much makeup I used to cover it, it would still show ever so slightly.
"I'll kill him," I growled mentally as I grabbed my hairbrush and worked out the many knots that had formed. Afterwards, I changed into a long sleeved shirt to hide my wrists and brushed my hair over my shoulder to cover my new hickey. For once I was thankful for having untamed, curly, waves to cover the expanse of my skin.
I walked downstairs and found Emmy sitting on the couch beside Laurie, both of them holding a bowl a cereal and watching cartoons. I felt a sigh of relief escape me at the sight of Laurie unharmed. Part of me was worried that I would walk downstairs that morning to find her gone only to learn she had been abducted by her deranged brother. All hell would break loose at that point.
"Morning Kat," Emmy said, without looking away from her show. Laurie looked over and gave a smile before swallowing.
"Morning," she said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pass out on the couch," I noticed a rosy blush form on her cheeks and laughed.
"It's no problem, I got back pretty late," I said before heading into the kitchen. I hadn't realized Laurie had followed me until she spoke,
"So, how was the date?" I jumped and spun around, wondering how I had been oblivious to her behind me or how she was so silent when she walked; she took after her brother in more ways than she would probably like to acknowledge.
"It was nice," I shrugged, and then made sure that my hair was still in place, "But there was no spark. So, I don't think there will be a second date,"
"I'm sorry to hear that," she sighed, "You two looked so cute together and he seemed so nice,"
"It wasn't him," I said quickly, "It was more me. He wasn't my type and honestly I was never one for the dating scene,"
"Come on, there hasn't been one guy you've wanted?" she prodded.
"Maybe, maybe not," I responded cryptically. Laurie was about to push some more when there was a loud knock at the door. We both looked at each other and made our way to the front hall, Emmy on our heels.
"Emmy, go into the living room," I said.
"But-," I shot her a look and she let out a huff before turning the opposite direction. I opened the door only to find the sheriff and two officers behind him, Dr. Loomis standing to his right.
Red flags were going off in my head.
"Laurie, you're alive," the sheriff said in relief.
"Of course I'm alive!" she answered heatedly before her voice became small, "why wouldn't I be?" But he ignored her.
"Ms. Bury were you with Officer Ethan Sorrento last night?" he turned to me.
"Yeah," I said slowly.
"Till what time?!" One of the officers behind him demanded angrily. Loomis and the sheriff immediately turned and calmed him before turning their attentions back to me.
"I don't know, maybe 12:30-1am?" I said, "He dropped me off here before leaving,"
"And he left his vehicle?" the same officer demanded, pointing to Ethan's car that still sat in front of the house.
"Apparently," I responded evasively, "What is this about?"
"You tell us!" The second officer finally spoke up and the sheriff turned and demanded both of them to shut up. Then, Loomis spoke.
"Kat," he said slowly, stepping forward as if I were a spooked animal, "Ethan is dead,"
The air was punched out of me as I felt Laurie grab my arm and suck in a breath. No one spoke for a few minutes. Ethan dead? How? I had just seen him!
"How?" I heard Laurie choke out and Loomis placed a hand on her shoulder.
"He was stabbed multiple times," he answered honestly and my eyes widened as I remembered Michael had been covered in blood the night before…
"No," I whispered, leaning on the doorframe.
"Ms. Bury, may we come in?" the sheriff asked and mechanically I felt myself move to the side to let them in.
This wasn't happening…
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I told Emmy to go up to her room and play while the six of us talked in the kitchen. The silence was tense as we stood around the island, Loomis between me and Laurie while the officers stood opposite of us and the sheriff at the head of the countertop.
"Walk me through last night, Ms. Bury," he said.
"It's Kat," I said pointedly before sighing, "And there is nothing to tell, we went on a date about eight o'clock then got back close to one in the morning. We had a small disagreement though,"
"Yeah, some people don't agree with the person who wants to kill them," one officer muttered.
"Okay first off, the disagreement was about our relationship and how I wasn't ready to be in one. Second, keep your narrow-minded accusations to yourself or get out of my house!" I yelled.
"This is a small town Bury," the other officer leaned forward, over the counter, "Word gets around fast and this isn't looking good for you,"
I leaned forward until our faces were inches apart. I felt Loomis place his hand over mine.
"Go ahead and spread your lies and persecute me socially. I haven't done anything. I was a Haddonfield freak once and I have no problem reclaiming that title," I whispered before winking and leaning back. From the corner of my eye I saw Loomis looking at me in shock while the officer sneered before pulling away.
"Besides, Ethan was not only bigger than me, but stronger. How the hell could I actually attack and stab him as many times as you say?" I continued.
"We are covering all bases, Kat, and you were the last person to see him alive,"
"Nice excuse but I know that you already have the guilty verdict pinned on me," I said, "My past connections have nothing to do with my present," it was silent a few more minutes before the sheriff spoke again.
"Okay, we will continue this later once you calm down," he said, "Johnson, you and Sanchez take Ms. Strode home,"
"I'm not going with them," Laurie spoke angrily. I had nearly forgotten she was there, "Not after they accuse Kat of such a thing,"
"Laurie-,"
"No! Yes, she knew Michael Myers growing up but that doesn't mean anything now! In fact wasn't it just last week that she had gotten attacked by him and stabbed?!" the words were like a fresh wound to me as she said them.
"Not to mention," she continued, "I have known her for a while now. I babysit her little cousin so she can go to work and school! I think I would know if she was a killer or still affiliated with one,"
"Oh Boo," I thought sadly. She was trying to defend me yet I did have connections with Michael; we had a relationship in the past, my "cousin" was really our daughter and her niece, last night he had been in the house where she slept and I was actually contemplating taking things farther than kissing. Guilt twisted in my stomach as I fought to keep a poker face.
"I don't want anything to do with them," she finished, placing a hand on my shoulder. I smiled but it didn't reach my eyes. She trusted me too and it was up to me to protect her. Yet, I was hopelessly in love with the man who had murdered her family, friends, and had hunted after her for years. Was it even possible to balance the two out? I had to suppress a scoff at the thought.
"Very well, I will take you home," the sheriff said and Laurie reluctantly left my side.
"I will call you later," she said before they left with the two officers close behind, leaving Loomis and I in the kitchen.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, they don't scare me as much as I made them believe," I said, hoping to make him leave as well.
"Not what I meant," he said before pulling up my sleeve to reveal the angry bruises, "You are lucky I caught them before anyone else and placed my hand on yours; my coat sleeve covered it,"
I felt my face heat up, "It's not what you think. I wasn't hurt-,"
"I know," he said, "I believe you completely,"
"You do?" I asked.
"Yes, after all, the evidence speaks for itself," he pulled back my hair that hid the hickey, "You must take care hiding this Kat. Thankfully those officers are also daft and didn't notice anything,"
"Oh god," I groaned and covered my face.
"So, do you want to tell me what really happened last night?"
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