New October

I apologize for the wait on another chapter. I hope you enjoy this one.

~Kadie

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Chapter 9 ~ Won't Go Home Without You


The walk back to her car was a noisy one. Michael's bickering about himself having to be alone was enough to send her over the edge. She stopped abruptly right in front of him and pointed her finger to his chest. He looked down at her.

"Listen to me, ya big brute. This is most definitely not one of my smartest ideas and believe me, I have had my fair share of good ones. But you going off on your own? Not that don't sound to bright to me," she took a breath, "Now would you please?"

"You are the most gullible girl I have ever known! I am a classified nutcase and you are just taking me home with you like a stray cat."

"I thought you were one?" She said with a raised eyebrow. He tilted his head.

"Cute." He stated and she gave him a gleaming, know-it-all smile and pointed.

"My car's just over here."


Michael's nerves were spazzing out as were Gwendolyn's, but both of them were keeping their cool as they approached her car. Little thoughts ran through their minds, but what did manage to run through them was mostly the fact that this was actually happening.

"My God. I'm taking home a serial killer." She thought

"My God. She's just as looney as a patient at Smith's Grove." He thought.

The only noise that was now heard was that of leaves crunching and heavy breaths. She glanced at her watch and noted that it was rather late. She remembered that the police do their nightly rounds around this area, so she picked up the pace while Michael took his time.

"What's the rush?"

"A lot of shit has changed around here, Michael. Security is a bitch. Come on now. Put those legs to use and haul ass!" She shouted in a whisper. When they finally reached her car, she said a prayer that the doors weren't locked. When she opened her door with ease, she smiled and waited for Michael to open his. He stood still in front of her car. "What is it?"

"Gwendolyn. I refuse to hurt you by getting...anymore involved." He said sternly. Gwendolyn smirked and then slammed her fists onto her car, shocking him a bit.

"Get. In. The. Car...please?" She demanded. Michael took one big deep breath.

"Jeeze. You've got your sister's temper," he said as he slowly opened the door. He took a step back and examined the space.

"Ugh! What is it now?"

"Not to burst your bubble or anything, but I couldn't fit in here even if I was vacuum packed." He pointed out. She stood in disbelief for a moment and shot back at him.

"What the fuck are you? A tuna? Stop making excuses and get in! The cops will be making rounds soon!"

Michael shook his head and squeezed his way into the car. When she got in and closed her door, she looked at him and laughed hysterically. Michael was all mangled up and his head was bent so his ear was touching the roof of her car.

"Oh yes. Laugh it up."

"Don't worry. I am." And she did. She also took note that Michael's lips almost formed a smile.

"Figures. Look,...oh..would you just go already?!" She shook her head of the image and started the engine without any trouble. Michael darted his eyes around in wonder at the car. He gasped when she let the car roll back in reverse a little and then back in drive and started the tranquil trip out of the park.

"Do you want some music? I've got this spiffy thing for Christmas. An MP3 player? I can download like five hundred song on it and-," she started explaining when she glanced at Michael, who in turn was staring at her in utter confusion and she got the fact that he probably hadn't the slightest clue as to what she was talking about. She stopped and took a breath and just popped a CD into the player. It took only a moment for the music to kick on and when it did, she began to tap her fingers on the wheel to the beat and after a few minutes, he was taken back at her voice lingering along with the words.


"See the pyramids along the Nile.
Watch the sunrise on a tropic isle.
Just remember, darling,
all the while.
You belong to me."


Michael quickly got lost in her soft voice and somewhere inside of him, he knew she was singing to relax him. He let himself fall into her voice without any hesitation. The air wasn't as tense now and she too allowed herself to relax. When the song ended, another one came on and she did the same as before. She tapped along and sung a bit.


' I didn't know what day it was
when you walked into the room.
I said 'hello' unnoticed.
You said 'goodbye' too soon."

When she softly flowed with the words, she realized how the first few ones sort of represented herself and Michael. She continued with the song and just as it ended, they pulled up to her house. In the dark silence, she heard Ferris barking and scratching at the door. They sat in the car for a moment and she gripped the wheel as she began to speak.

"Don't mind my dog, Ferris. He is like a gentle giant."

Michael remained silent and shook his head again. "I really don't think I could do this, Gwen."

"You have too."

"No. I won't bring havoc to you. Although I think I already have.''

"Michael, they will get you if you don't come with me. I won't go home without you."

"What?," he whispered, "What do you mean?"

"I won't let you leave. Not now, anyway. It is far too risky."

"This is crazy."

"So says 'you' of all people. Look. Nobody will suspect you of being with me here. We'll just keep it on the down-low. Just for a while until the hype settles because you know Haddonfield. It will be wacko for a few weeks until you are off of the front page of the Haddonfield Daily. It'll all be hush-hush after that and then you'll be old news. Then I'll let you go. Now would you move your butt because Ferris will wake up the neighborhood."

She quickly hopped out of her car and ran to the side of her house and opened the back door. Michael just closed his door when she returned a minute later. Gwendolyn grabbed his hand, which made him jump a bit, and she quickly lead him inside.

"Are you just a 'rushy' person or is it just me?"

"Its just you. Remember Ms. Dubose?" She asked. Michael indeed remembered her. She was a naggy old widow who never minded her business. When Michael and Gwendoly were little, they could have sworn that she was born with her binoculars attached to her eyes.

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well, she's still alive and she still has the same pair of binoculars. The very last thing I need...we need is a nosey neighbor." She flicked on the lights to the kitchen and quickly locked the doors. Michael gazed around in wonder, looking very uncomfortable and folded his arms. She heard Ferris still scratching at the front door. Gwendolyn saw Michael stare around trying to detect the noise. She chuckled out a laugh. "That would be Ferris. I usually go in through the front. He waits for me there so that's why he's scratching. He isn't really an observant dog. It takes him a minute."
He saw her push open the swivel door of the kitchen and called Ferris's attention. The scratching ceased and both Gwendolyn and Ferris came back to the kitchen. Ferris stopped at Michael's feet and didn't bark. He only stared into Michael's eyes. Gwendolyn saw Michael smile a quick smile at the massive dog and he slowly moved his hand to pet Ferris. She was shocked to see that the usually slow, but protective dog was letting Michael scratch behind his ears.

"Ferris?" Michael asked Gwendolyn.

"Buller?". She said back to him with a smile.

"Buller?"

"Never mind. Please sit down." She asked as she pulled a chair from the breakfast nook and he hesitantly took a seat. Gwendolyn read the clock that read 11:03pm, looked around her kitchen, and thought to herself, 'I'm glad I cleaned before.'

"Gwendolyn?," he asked, breaking her thought, "Why are you doing this."

"Uh...doing what?"

"This. Letting me stay here with you?"

"I don't really know," she said in a low voice, "Something just tells me that you'll be okay here rather than out there."

"I get that, but shouldn't you be afraid?"

"Of what? You?"

"Well?" He asked. She took in a deep breath and sat across the table from him.

"Michael. You were the best thing that had ever happened to me. You saved me from whatever that asshole was about to do to me when we were little. You were my best friend," she said as tears formed in her eyes., "And then you were gone. So gone. When you left, it destroyed me. I sort of grew up that day. I learned to fend for myself and deal with my stepfather in a whole new perspective. Needless to say, no mother wanted their baby playing with anybody associated with the infamous Michael Myers."

"I am so sorry." He whispered.

"Michael, what I'm trying to say is that...you never once harmed me. Now I don't know what happened all those years ago. I never will. But whoever that 'Michael' is, it isn't the one that I loved. He is someone I have never met and I have a strong feeling that he isn't sitting across from me right now. So I ask you, Michael. Why should I be afraid?" She asked, looking him in the eye. he chuckled and whispered.

"You're nuts."

"I know. Don't remind me." She smiled. They sort of just sat in each other's presence for a few minutes, lost in their own thoughts. Gwendolyn, of how she was to manage this and Michael, of how he was going to handle all of it. He jumped when she spoke. "Say, are you hungry? I could whip something up for you real fast."

"Oh, thank you, but I'm not really hungry."

"Just a little something? How about some milk or juice?"

"I think I can handle some juice."

"Is grape okay?" She asked as she got up and walked to the refrigerator.

"That's fine." He watched her pour the deep purple liquid into a tall glass and place it in front of him. "Thank you."

"Sure thing. Sleep. Hmm...," she thought and played with her lower lip, " Oh, Tallulah's room. I forgot about that. I'll set up the bed up there."

"Please don't trouble yourself, Gwen." He said. She waved a little in front of him.

"Are you kiddin'? I live alone with a dog! No offense, Ferris," she said to her dog who in turn grunted at her words, "I am not troubling myself."

"Are you sure?" He asked as he took a big gulp of his juice.

"Positive. You know what? Stay here for a minute. I'll be right back." And he watched her quickly unlock the door and leave. He sat in confusion and sipped his juice. Michael felt his body and his nerves relax and he looked down at Ferris, who's head was resting on his boot.

"Is she always like this?" Ferris grunted again. Michael looked around at the kitchen. Very...Gwendolyn, he thought. Simple but unique. He reached down and ran his hand over Ferris's head again and sighed. "I wish I was a dog. Must be a good life." Michael noticed a book on the table and he read out loud the title. "The Thousand Faces of Lon Chaney. Huh? I know him. They played a movie of his at Smith's. She likes this guy?," he asked Ferris, who in turn raised his head up in curiosity and back down again. Just as he was about to ask the dog another question, he heard the door open and saw Gwendolyn carrying a box and was dripping wet. She leaned against the door out of breath as the rainwater swan down her face.

"Its raining." She pointed out. Michael nodded.

"I couldn't tell." He said. Gwendolyn laughed sarcastically and brought the box to the table.

"These are some of my dad's old clothes. My mother always kept them in the garage after he died," she said as she opened the box and began taking items out, "Absolutely refused to get rid of them and then when she died, my stepfather never knew about them to throw them away."

"Are you sure about that Gwen?"

"Sure? Yeah. Why not? I mean, no offense to either of you, but you both are and were on the rather...large side. Here," she took out and unfolded a black tee shirt, "this looks about your size."

"Wow. Your dad was a big guy."

"Yeah. Big like a teddy bear. He was just a bit shorter than you. About six-six? Yeah, that sounds right if my memory isn't shot. Ooh, take these too. My dad always wore jeans like this." And she tossed the clothes to him in his lap.

"Thank you."

"No problem. I hated to see them just sit in that garage. It'll be nice to see them being put to good use."

"No. I mean thank you. Thanks for not ratting me out or anything and, I hate to say this, but thank you letting me stay here with you." He said in a low voice. She smiled and him and took his hand, standing him up.

"You are so welcome. Come. I will give you the grand tour...incase you forget. It's been awhile."

"I admit. My memory is rusty after all the drugs they pumped into me."

"Let's jog that memory. You're gonna be here for a while. Might as well get used to the place. As you see, this is the kitchen. I cook a lot and I also burn a lot so if you smell smoke, don't worry. Me and Ferris got it under control."

"I had a friend named Hank who claimed that he would always spontaniously combust."

"That's so sad. Was it true?"

"We'll never know. A few months after he was released he was killed in a house fire." He said in a nonchalant tone.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. He was a mellow fellow. I miss him a lot. He was one of the only guys who befriended me." He told with a tiny hint of sadness in his voice. Gwendolyn quickly changed the subject to relieve Michael's emotion.

"I shall lead you into my living room."

"I remember the living room, You had that great, big, green couch, right?"

"And I still do." She said as they stepped into the living room. Michael was taken back when he saw the room and the way it was decorated. He looked around at the dimly lit room. It was very spacious and the wonder of who the portraits were of on her walls made him pause for a moment.

"Who are they?"

"Well, to the left is Rudolph Valentino and to the right is the King himself."

"I like Elvis."

"Well I love him. There's the couch. I think its the only thing I didn't get rid of when I bought the house back. There was something about it." She said as she gazed at the large piece of furniture. Michael turned his head to the kitchen when a loud noise was made of a dish falling. He made a step to go and investigate, out of a protective shield he was rapidly building for Gwendolyn, but he was stopped by her hand and a light giggle.

"Don't worry. Its just Ferris. He's clumsy."

"It sounded like a three second tornado!"

"Imagine that happening at four in the morning. He's been like that ever since he was a pup," She said. Gwendolyn saw a tired and weary look form on Michael's face suddenly. She realized how tired he must me, emotionally and physically, so she tugged on his arm to sit on the couch. "Here, sit down and get comfy. You look exhausted. I'll be back in a few. I'm going upstairs to fix up that bedroom up. Um," she thought, "Oh, the bathroom is right down the hall. I'll be right back."

Michael saw her turn on more lights as she walked to the staircase and watched her disappear into the second floor of the house. With a slight relief that she couldn't see him, Michael held himself up on the wall. He slowly sat down in the nook of the couch and sighed a distressed sigh and thought to himself, 'Do not screw this up for her'. He heard Ferris prance in and suddenly felt the dog's weight pounce on the couch beside him. Michael grinned and pet the dog, almost chuckling. The slower he pet him, the more relaxed he became and within minutes, both Michael and Ferris were passed out on the couch comfortably.

About fifteen minutes later, Gwendolyn came walking down the stairs and started to speak.

"I tried to not make it look girly so I took down the posters of the New Kids on the Block and George Michael. Unless you are into that sort of thing, I 'could' put them back," and she walked into the living room to find both Michael and Ferris asleep peacefully next to each other, "That was fast." She pondered on whether or not to wake Michael up and bring him upstairs, but instead she walked and knelt down to him and slowly, with steady movements, removed his boots and lifted his legs onto the couch so that he was fully laying down. She thought, 'Christ! If I were a guy I'd of given myself a hernia'. She then reached over him and took the throw blanket, unfolded it, and place it across his sleeping body. Gwendolyn stepped back and saw the image of Michael and Ferris and she silently laughed.

"Goodnight you two." She slowly dimmed the lights off and silently walked upstairs to her room. In no time, she was in her nightgown and under her covers, trying to get used to Ferris not being there with her tonight. She was sleeping within minutes.