"But I want to see Michael!" the young (h/c) girl whined, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks and her eyes becoming puffy from crying so much. She just wanted to see her best friend and the only answer she received from her parents was that just wasn't allowed to any more. Nothing else, just a 'Because I say so' answer, one that she wasn't satisfied with. It infuriated her to hear those kinds of answers as she was smart enough, in a good way, to have things explained to her why not or could not, and her parents knew she was that way. However the matter of letting their youngest child see a murder was something they wouldn't budge on and we're afraid to explain to her why not.

"Baby girl, I'm sorry," Her father knelt down and gently placed his hand on her head. "But he's not in Haddonfeild any more." he tried to pacify her, but she knew better. Her crying and begging gave her an answer but not an entirely truthful one.

"But miss Myers is still here! I've seen her!" she pushed, strongly but carefully. Her father wiped the tears from her face.

"He... He did something very bad, " he began and as he continued he dropped out numerous set details, praying she wouldn't push further. He wanted her to keep her innocence, but that was long gone, all that was left of her innocence was physical. She knew the missing details. She was there, she witnessed what happened, and she felt guilt creep into her conscious only because she encouraged Michael to kill Judith. Her father comforted her while tears still spilled from her eyes, she had only one question left, but knew he'd never answered it; where was Michael? She wanted to tell him that she was sorry for getting him into trouble, of course in a quiet tone with no one close enough to hear.

A month slowly passed by her and still she couldn't get her parents to tell her the truth, or at least tell her where Michael was. However her careful pressing for information led her to over hearing where he was from the news; Smith's Grove Sanatorium under the care of Doctor Samuel Loomis. She knew she couldn't bring up getting taken there to see Michael, her parents would question her endlessly on how she where he was and if it was on a news report why would you want to see a little killer.

Over a short period of time she tried to make friends, but everyone in school already knew, from the wildfire of gossip, that she was friends with a murderer. She was bullied and teased or sometimes ignored altogether by every child in school, younger and older. She considered telling her parents about the bullying, but she felt it would do her no good, if anything she believed it would make it worse.

The young girl sighed quietly, looking down at her homework, struggling just to look at it. She just missed her friend; the thought ate at her mind, making everything become more and more difficult to do. She huffed and got up finally, walking towards the stairs, planning on disappearing up there for a while. As she reached the top of the steps the doorbell rang. She stopped in her tracks and turned around to watch, her eyes glued to the door, filled with curiosity. Her mother quickly answered the door, with a soon-to-be familiar voice coming from the visitor.

She tilted her head, unable to see him fully, but she could see his tan blazer with a name tag or pass clipped onto the left side of his chest. He sounded like a slightly older gentlemen, but she couldn't tell for sure. Listening to them talk she grew bored. Nothing they said was interesting her, but... Smith's Grove was mentioned and she quickly become invested in the conversation.

"-I understand your concerns about her being brought in to see him, but please Ma'am, she could help him. He might be able to get better and rejoin society, safely." he sounded a bit desperate, but it was just under the surface of a calm, confidant voice. He tried to explain the situation as best he could, telling her mother that Michael asked when he'd get to see (Y/n) and he asked for her more than his own mother some days. At the mention of her name (Y/n) was even more interested in the outcome. He hoped that at the very least she's help give him a deeper insight into Michael's mind. The thought made (y/n) sick to her stomach. She understood Michael just fine, it wasn't that hard to understand him, she thought, but if she could see her friend again she'd risk getting caught fibbing to them.

"I-I don't know, doctor Loomis, I'd have to talk about it with her father." Her mother would be on her side ether anyone knew it or not. She saw the depressing her little girl was going through and wanted to see her smile again, and like Loomis had said; her daughter's presences might help a young boy be normal.

"So what do you think about having three girls around for the night, Tommy?" You you asked the youngster across the table. Laurie was on the phone with Annie.

"I hate it," He answered you in a deadpan tone "But you're cool.... So's your cat." he smiled at you.

"Good to know that I'm not entirely unwanted here." you chuckled, just before Salt hopped onto the table. "Oi! No, Salt, down! " you quickly shooed him off the table. He protested with a gargled meowing noise. "This isn't out house, now get down." you ordered firmly. When he finally heeded you command you sighed while Tommy laughed.

"He's like a dog." Tommy giggled as Salt rubbed against his leg.

"He's worse," you smiled at the boy "He's a pig."

"Just like Laurie's friends' boyfriend's." Tommy laughed a little more.

"Tommy, where'd you hear that?" Laurie asked with some serious concern, putting the phone back on the Jack.

"My parents," he shrugged "They don't like your friends, but they think you're a good girl."

"Laurie tries to be, but Annie and Lynda keep trying to corrupt her." you smirked lightly, taking this stage, but welcome opportunity to bring up how selfish her friends were.

"They are not trying to corrupt me." Laurie frowned a little, sitting down at the table.

"I know they're not, but they both pressured you into doing what they wanted, and they knew I'd help because I like you, girl, and I don't wanna see you get into trouble." you sat back in your chair, crossing your arms.

"Wait, what's this about?" Tommy asked, seriously confused.

"Nothing." You smiled at him.

"We'll talk later." Laurie smiled at you, knowing you had a point. while you were trying to get her to listen to you, you just wanting to help her.

Michael walked in silence as Lynda and her boyfriend came strolling up. Michael could feel his rage growing at the sight of them. They were already smashed, Lynda's giggling and stumbling walk being a dead giveaway.

"So where am I gonna put the beer? " Lynda's Boy friend asked.

"In her fridge, besides, I bet she's got stronger stuff for us to drink somewhere~" the blonde girl giggled, pawing at him and leading him around.

Michael growled and entered the house, just as they did. He stepped out just into the hall, listening intently to the perverted teens go on and on.

"C'mon, let's just go upstairs " Lynda purred.

"Okay... " the horny male slurred, following his dick without question. Michael slowly and quietly retreated back inside his girl's room. He listened still on their conversing, their footsteps that trailed ever closer to the room he was waiting in. If they had continued, Michael would've made a seriously bloody mess out of them. He didn't want, not in here, this was your room and he wasn't a type to clean. He wanted them to go to a different room, any other room.

"Wait... " Lynda stopped at the last possible moment. "No, not that one... " she slurred, taking her hand away from the knob which made a small sound as she had begun to turn it.

"Why not? " her boyfriend asked, just wanting to get his dick wet already.

"That's (Y/n)'S room, she doesn't even want us in her house let alone this part of the house," she explained, leading him away "So I don't think fucking in her bed's a good idea. " she dragged him to your 'storage' room. "Now we have to see if you can keep from making a mess ~!"

(Ima bloody pervert and I don't care who knows it. Shorter chapter I know. My patience with transfering these chapters was running thin at the time. ~ 💮 Masky)