I just sat there trying my best to avoid William's stare.
"So miss (y/n) what do you know about the Freddy murders?"
Ok so he knows.
Should I play it dumb or should I tell him?
"I-um..."
"Oh so you do know."
How did he. Well I did just stutter and act obvious.
I sat up straight and stood my ground. Even though a moment ago I was terrified.
"Yeah I know about them Mr. ChildMurderer."
I could see the anger form on his face.
He slammed his hand on the table.
"Don't you go fucking telling anyone about this."
William started to shake and look crazy.
I moved back in my chair away from him.
"Now your scared."
William has gripped the steak knife on the table.
"Father, is everything ok, I heard you slam the table again?" Michael said from his room.
William eased back in his chair.
"There was a fly and I hit the table." William stated.
"Oh ok father."
William turned his head back to me.
"Now where were we?" William gripped the knife again.
His eye started to twitch and he started to shake.
"You know I killed lots of kids today miss (y/n)."
"Yeah I know that." My voice cracked with fear.
And that seemed to make him smile more.
He then picked up the knife and stared at it.
"This isn't the best knife to do the work but should make it painful."
Was he going to kill me?
His gaze went from the knife, to me.
He abruptly got up from his chair and ran at me.
William then pinned me to the ground.
"Ahhh!" I screamed but William covered my mouth.
Racing footsteps ran down the stairs.
Mike could help me.
William looked at Mike as he stopped to see why i screamed. But Mike just stood there.
"Now lets see how many pieces I can cut you into."
William's arms stretched up about to shoot down into my chest.
"Father stop, you've done enough damage for today."
I opened my eyes slowly.
Did Mike know what William did?
"Aww come on Mike."
"No dad, not after what you did to Charlie, your best friends daughter."
I noticed that William was distracted and I took this opportunity to break free from his grasp.
I clenched my hand in a fist and threw is right at William jaw.
William instantly reached his hands to his jaw.
I then pushed him with both of my hands and slipped away from him.
"Your going to fucking pay for that"
Fear struck me and I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom to lock myself in.
*bang, bang, bang*
William was pounding his fists at the door.
"(Y/n) open the door." He said in his now creepy British accent.
The door knob jangled faster and faster.
"Open the fucking door (y/n) your making me lose my temper."
I stumbled back in fear of him breaking open the door. I was crying. Tears pouring down my face and fear taking over my body.
The banging continued and so did the door knob moving wildly.
I huddled in the corner and cried.
Then there was whispering and the banging stoped.
"Your lucky (y/n) that Mike wants you alive."
That was the last thing that I heard William say before I could hear him walk away.
There was then a soft knock at the bathroom door.
"(Y/n) it's me Mike can you let me in."
"Dad walked away in an angry fit."
Hearing Mike's words make me feel a little less scared.
I got up and slowly went to the door. Tears were still streaming down my face but I couldn't help it.
I unlock the door and peeped out the small crack.
It was Mike.
He gave me a warm smile that reminded me of Olivia.
I hugged Mike tight. It was odd how a 17 year old girl was hugging a 13 year old boy but I didn't care I needed the comfort.
"Aww he gets a hug but I don't."
I glared at William with hate in my eyes.
"Leave her alone father, you've scared her enough."
"Now if you don't mind us I will be bring her up to my room."
Mike grabbed my arm and pulled me upstairs.
We got to his room and he closed the door.
"(Y/n) I'm sorry for how my dad acted."
"I guess it's fine but you know what your dad did?"
Mike slowly nodded his head.
"Ever since my mum left father began to go more insane than he was before."
"He was always insane?" I questioned.
"Yeah, he was and still is a psychopath and when he met my mum he felt normal and sane."
I started to put the pieces together.
"And so when she left he lost his sanity."
Mike nodded his head again.
"He would loose his sanity a little by little, piece by piece, day by day."
"And so when Elizabeth died he went mad and well I think you know the rest."
I looked down.
"So he's just a broken man with a broken heart." I said.
Mike nodded his head but this time I could see tears start to form in his eyes.
"I really miss them." Mike started to cry.
I hugged Mike just like he had hugged me.
"It hurts (y/n)."
I looked at Mike.
"What hurts?"
"My wrists." Mike said crying more and more.
I knew exactly what he meant.
"Hey mike can you roll up your sleeves for me?"
He nodded surprisingly.
I rolled up his selves and saw cuts in his wrists. Some old and a few were new and still bleeding.
"Mike you got to stop doing that, it'll only make things hurt more."
"I'm going to find bandages to patch up your wounds."
Mike sniffled.
"You sound like my mum."
He let out a little laugh.
"Well I don't know about that." I smiled.
"While I find bandages you finish getting everything ready."
"Ok" Mike responded.
As I opened the door Mike grabbed my arm.
"Thank you (y/n)."
I gave him a soft smile and left the room.