After that little 'proposal' took place, (Y/N) couldn't stop smiling. The event was way too unexpected and she's still not 100% sure what leaded Michael to have such idea, but does it really matter to know?
She feels a light squeeze on her lower back, which pulled her out of her thoughts.
—"What?"— you ask with a smile.
It was pretty late, both (Y/N) and Michael were already in the female's room, that ended up turning into their shared one because the man would refuse to close an eye if she's not near by. She can't blame him tho. And way he looked at her for the first time they slept together was priceless, that morning Michael looked so... Shocked that he woke up in her house instead of the sanatorium.
Right now the duo was just laying, Michael holding (Y/N) close to his chest whilst resting his chin on top of her head, he probably noticed her zooming out while staring at the ring.
—"I'm just happy, and still a bit surprised. Like... It's shocking to me that anyone would want this with me, considering... Well."— you gesture at your burn marks.
She could bet Michael rolled his eyes while groaning. One of his large hands makes his way to (Y/N)'s face and in one quick move his lips are roughly pressed against hers. The man was pretty tired of hearing how negative (Y/N) gets with her appearance, why can't she just accept the fact that she is beautiful no matter what?
The aggressive gesture made the female slightly shiver as she melts into the kiss. Ones separated she giggles and hides her face in his chest, nuzzling into the material of his t-shirt.
—"Okay okay, got the point. I'm pretty."—
That's better. With a satisfied nod Michael wraps his arms around her body again and brings her closer to him. He gives her one last squeeze, indicating that she should sleep.
However, their night was far from peaceful when a pair of aggressive knocks were heard from the front door. The sudden noise startled (Y/N) but seemed to not affect Michael in the slightest.
The knocking and banging continued, which only got on Michael's nerves judging by how tense his body turned. Meanwhile (Y/N) was drowning in anxiety, afraid that it may be the police that decided to take her away for whatever reason... Or worse, to search the house.
However... Her concerns faded relatively quickly when she heard a particular voice calling for her...
—"(Y/N)? (Y/N) please! Th-This is something really important! (Y/N) please wake up!"—
It was Caleb's voice... Great.
A groan escaped from (Y/N), sound that was muffed by Michael's chest since she basically pressed her face against it.
God is that red haired moron drunk again and decided to swing by? His approach and overall presence in her life were drastically reduced since the last time they spoke, probably courtesy of Logan, so why the hell is Caleb announcing himself again?
Ones clear that the banding and whining won't stop, (Y/N) tries to stand up, attempt that is quickly stopped by Michael who gripped into her tighter. However... His grip slightly loosened when his gaze met (Y/N)'s strict and overly irritated one.
—"Please, let me deal with it. If that fucker tries to enter I can legally hit him in the face, and there is nothing more that I want than to beat the living shit out of that moron."—
The tag aggressive statement took Michael aback since he never ever saw (Y/N) so irritated, only when she defended him from Wesley and that was it.
Despite the hesitation and unwillingness, the large man lets go. He'll eventually kill that bastard for annoying his girl and breaking their special moment, for now he can let her have her fun.
After giving him one firm yet grateful nod, (Y/N) stands up and makes her way toward the front door, already mentally preparing to punch that drunk and annoying lunatic.
But... As soon as she opens the door, the atmosphere is drastically changed. She's in fact greeted by Caleb's figure, but the red haired man appeared so... Broken yet terrified... What?
—"Uh... What the-"—
—"(Y/N)!"— he instantly cries out, falling into his knees and clinging into your pijamas. —"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"—
The action made her cringe to unknown levels to humanity, as well as making her confusion skyrocket. The man had no smell of alcohol or other substances on him so he can't be drunk or high, so what's going on?
—"Th-The fuck are you sorry about? What is wrong Caleb?!"— you ask as you try to keep your cool and subtly remove his hands away from you.
—"I'm-... I-..."— he sniffs a bit, but somehow manages to collect himself enough to explain. —"I've heard what happened... I've heard that the police gave you th-that drug and that yo-you almost died... I... I'm sorry! I- I w-was the one who ch-changed it!"—
The word seemed to pause for (Y/N), what...?
—"...What did you just said?..."—
—"My brother told me that the police was bringing Myers to the station, and- And that they would interrogate him with the use of tranquilizers to make him talk. I-... I was angry, I wanted that bastard dead for what he did to my brother, s-so I brought th-the toughest tranquilizers for hunting a-and went into the station, lying that a friend of my asked to bring something and- and then..."— the rest of his speech ends up dissolving into more sobs.
Gears inside of (Y/N)'s head started to work, she knew it, she knew Logan had to do something with her overdose! But using his younger... And stupider brother to do the dirty work is a bit scummy, even for someone like Logan. But she can't deny it, it was a smart move, who is going to suspect on a brain-dead like Caleb?
—"I- I love you (Y/N), I really d-do! I care for you and I'm so, so sorry, it- It was never my intention to hurt you!... I- I j-just..."— he clings tighter to you. —"I didn't th-think straight... I-I don't even know why Logan lied to me!"—
Ones the information was processed, (Y/N) was livid and wanted to strangle the shit and stupidity out of the male in front of her and his brother, even tho inside she felt kinda bad because he seemed to be truly sorry. But what really stopped her from acting violent was her own gut, something about this... Is not right. If Logan wanted to keep Caleb out of this he would definitely keep his brother from discovering anything of this, right?
This is suspicious, too suspicious.
Sadly, only she seemed to think that way because she could feel an aggressive, heavy and hostile presence right behind her... She knew Michael heard everything, and she knew he was seconds away from getting on Caleb's throat.
—"Caleb."— you firmly say, completely done with his soap opera.
The red haired man looks up at her, his eyes expressing nothing but fear and regret. The female then grabs him by the collar of his shirt and leans down a bit.
—"I want you to get up and run, run as fast as you can and don't look back. Don't bother hiding, just leave Haddonfield and never come back."—
—"But-"—
—"My fiance heard you. If he gets his hands on you, you are done."—
Caleb's eyes widened at the word 'fiance' and he clearly wanted to ask more but that idea quickly left his mind when he noticed something... No, someone staying behind (Y/N). A huge dark figure with a white emotionless face with voids as eyes and whose gaze he could feel on his skin, piercing and burning it.
His last bits of consciousness kicked in and in the next moment the red haired was already stumbling back to his feet and running away for his dear life into the night as fast as he could.
Before Michael could follow him (Y/N) quickly slammed the door shut, action thar gained a really angry glare from the tall man.
—"This must be some sort of trap. There is no way he was so casually told what-"—
But Michael was having non of it, he doesn't care what all of this it. That fucker hurt (Y/N), because of him she nearly died of overdose and she expects him to just sit and do nothing about it? To not go and kill that bastard? Yeah, only in the upside down world that would happen.
The large man tries to leave, clearly to put on his coveralls since they were still the most comfortable and practical for killing, but is quickly stopped by (Y/N), who was tightly holding his arm.
—"Michael please, just- Just don't. I know it's frustrating and I understand that-"—
Again, she doesn't get the chance to finish since Michael just breaks free and keeps going. The female tries to talk sense into him and attempts again to stop him from advancing any further, but this time she's met with a rough push that makes her loose her balance and fall into the floor.
A pained groan escapes (Y/N), while the forgotten fear of Michael slowly returning to her. If Michael allowed himself to so carelessly shove her away then that means he is really pissed and he's determined to get Caleb, and now there's nothing she can do to stop him, not without hurting herself in the process...
She looks up at Michael one last time before he exits through the back door, his gaze not meeting her ones.
—"Michael, please listen..."— you attempt to talk one last time.
Nothing, no reaction or acknowledgement.
—"You are going to get me killed!..."— you exclaim in frustration, angry that he doesn't even give you the chance to explain.
That phrase made Michael stop dead in his tracks. (Y/N) was already hopeful that there is a small chance he will think about it... But no, Michael simply regains his mobility and exits the house, still not looking at her ones.
A shaky anxious sigh escaped from (Y/N), small tears of anger, or fear or... Or of whatever! Were sliding down her cheeks whilst her body was trembling. She won't lie... She is afraid now, afraid of the outcome that this night is going to have because of what it seems...
The climax if this whole mess is nearing.
At that thought another wave or anxiety and worry invaded the female and suddenly it began to be too hard to breathe. She needs to tell someone, she needs to...
Joseph! She needs to inform Joseph about this mess. Sure, the detective won't magically fix everything, but at least he will reassure Michael coming out of this disaster alive, somehow.
The female stumbles back to her feet as fast as she can, her legs were wobbly and shaky which made the task significantly harder but she manages to do it...
She was about to reach for the house phone to dile the number of Joseph's office but the sounds of the back door closing made her jump in fear.
Expecting to see a livid and betrayed Michael, the female let's go of the phone as quickly as she can, afraid of what the large man would think of.
However... When she looked at the figure, she was scared even more...
That was not Michael.
. . .
His breathing was heavier than usual, the twitching of his hands was more noticiable and the grip on his knife was so strong that it was threatening to break the handle any second.
Michael was walking though the dark streets of the neighborhood, still relatively hot on Caleb's trail. Even if he has to spend the entire night or even week hunting that bastard down, he will. He made (Y/N) upset, he dared to touch her, to hold her, to hurt her, to say he loved her... How is anyone expecting him to just sit and take it? Never.
After walking for quite a while, the masked man reaches a pretty dark and desolated zone of Haddonfield, he knew the red haired realized that he was being followed and probably tried to hide in here, pathetic attempt.
Michael was about to start the cat and mouse game he always played with his victims, but was interrupted by a click of a pistol being loaded.
—"Not a move."—
That voice... That voice only pissed Michael even more, if that's even possible.
The large man slowly turns towards the voice, and is greeted with the figure of the one that he was still feeling petty about. Not only for being so close to (Y/N), but also by taking her away from him the night he came back home...
That bastard.
"Joseph Walker."