Russian Roulette

Dried blood made it difficult to take her pants off.

Ailsa stood in the bathroom, trying to take off her jeans. Her hoodie and shirt lay on the floor. Her jeans were being tricky. Even though he was dead, Brian was making her life difficult. The baby was probably with his mother now. She wished they had taken her, but a baby would have slowed them down. Plus, the house a temporary fix. The people would be missed and they would have to move. Plus, they couldn't pay the bills to keep the lights, water and heat.

But, he had promised her that baby. A sweet little girl that she would love and protect.

Finally, she got her pants off.

The water was warm and got rid of all the knots and tension. Ailsa let out a long sigh and tipped her head back. She began to sing as she massaged shampoo into her hair.

His little whispers, Love Me. Love Me.
That's all I ask for, Love Me. Love Me.

After her shower, Ailsa wrapped a towel around her body and another around her hair. There weren't any clothes left and the washer and dryer were in the basement. So she had to go down there. The stairs creaked as she went down into the basement. It was dark and creepy and ugly. As she started the washer and slammed the lid down, someone came up behind her. Michael slammed her against the wall, one hand on her neck, pinning her to the wall and another on her belly.

"Michael, it's me!" Ailsa choked out and squirmed against him. "Ailsa!" The towel fell away and her hair fell free, the white-blond strands framing her face. Michael took his arm off her neck and she gasped, coughing violently. He stroked her cheek, his way of saying sorry. Ailsa's towel flapped open and for a moment, her damp body was pressed against Michael's cloth-covered one.

For a moment, she met his eyes. He was wearing his mask, the one he made famous. They were so dark, so pretty.

So empty.

Ailsa let out a shaky breath and removed his hand from her stomach. "Please let me go Michael."

He stepped back and she tucked her towel around herself and went upstairs. She found her robe and tied it on.

Down in the basement, Michael was talking to his mother.

Michael, you know you're a man now.

I know Mama.

Ailsa is a very pretty girl.

She looks a little like you.

She does, doesn't she? Deborah mused. With her new hair, in certain lights, Ailsa looked like her, at least the way she looked at 20, just before she had Michael. Hopefully Ailsa didn't meet up with a Ronnie White. Though maybe she could be a lure…get rid of all the Ronnies, so there wouldn't be any more Michaels.

I won't touch her again Mama.

Oh honey, I'm not mad.

Then why do you look so sad?

Because you're growing up. And that makes me sad because I won't be able to be there when you fall in love, have a child of your own.

I'm going to get that baby for Ailsa. You'll be here when I bring her back.

What do you want to name the baby?

Boo.

Xxx

Note: Yep, its short. Just a bridge. Yes, Ailsa slightly resembles Michael's mom. Creepy, no?

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