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Dec 10, 2025

AU!Joel x f!reader

Summary: Its Halloween and your first date with Isaac, your coworker, but fate comes-a-calling in the voice of your ex Joel Miller.

Warnings: dark!Joel. Possessive!Joel. Jealous!Joel. Killer!Joel. Murder. Stabbing. Stalking. Toxic couple vibes. Carving skin. Dubcon. pinv. Face slapping. Rough sex. Small talk of Domestic Abuse(tiiiny).Reader is late 20s. Joel’s mid forties. Set in the nineties. No real storyline😂

wc: 5700

A word from Donna: This is longer than I expected I’m SOooo sorry :/ Heads up-This isn’t a smutty fic with a Ghostface-it’s my own little slasher movie. I wanted to write it like a thriller fic rather than straight to sex, ya know? Scream, it’s such a fav of mine, cmon the plot twist alone FFS, my 12 year old mind was blown! Beautiful stuff <3There may be more from this series, I mean how many Screams have there been? ;) This is purely for me, I’ve wanted to write a Ghostface fic for soooo long😁

Soundtrack: I mainly listen to various scream soundtracks on Spotify, but it was mainly Birdbrains album, ‘Let’s Be Nice’ that I overused for inspo :D <3

October 31st - Becker Resident

It’s not a big deal, you think to yourself. It’s just a date, you don’t have to take it further than it needs to, even though you’re dyyyyying to be fucked. Yeah, it was happening. Isaac’s on his way, sadly it’ll take him over an hour to get here, but it gives you plenty of time to get everything prepared. You stop as you turn on the oven burner for the popcorn, the outside security light keeps going off, fuckin raccoon probably. You hope it is. His voice pops in your head, “you’re mine. Always was, always will be, baby. You were made for me.” You shake it off, no-he was not going to ruin tonight.

You change into your faaaav green dress, sweetheart neckline-levitates and shows off your tits, respectfully-it flows down to your thighs, you don’t bother with shoes, or panties for that matter, honestly-why bother. Giving yourself a once over, that damn light again, you have a quick look outside through the blinds. It’s gotta be a raccoon right? Your skin starts to prickle-the feeling like someone’s watching is lurking in your head. You wait for it to go off to get a better look through the blinds, you stare into the darkness-nothing.

You head back into the kitchen, waiting for the popcorn to finish a-poppin, you give it a little shake when that damn light comes on again and the phone rings. You-shit yourself, clutching at your chest, laughing, you answer it;

“Hello?”

*heavy breathing*

“Hellooooo? Who is it?”

“Hey hon, it’s Isaac can you hear me? My signals shit, I’m about forty-five minutes away. You owe me girl I tell ya. Do stuff to me no one’s ever done before.”

You laugh down the phone as you lean over the counter, “of course, it’s a long drive. I’ll do whatever you want-.” you pull a knife out of its stock and twirl the tip on the surface, “-you just gotta name it, so step on it.” Sliding the knife back into its snook. “Yeah-yeah I’ll be there soon. Bye!”

“Bye, dickhead.” You hear a small “you’ll pay for that, girl” as you hang up the phone. You took the burgers, salad, sodas, dips out of the fridge-you decided that burgers were the safest choice for dinner-made from scratch. You were told by him that your burgers were the best in the world. “Goddamn-fucking delicious, nearly as good as your pussy, baby.” He said as he tapped his thigh, “come, sit.” He proceeded to finger you, getting two orgasms from you as he ate his burger. “So delicious and all mine.” You clench your thighs at the thought.

You lay the snacks and drinks on the coffee table, easy access as we watch our horror movie classic-Halloween and obviously very fitting for tonight-when the phone rings, *beep* “for gods sake, ike-just focus on the road so you can get here and fuck me.”

“—You always did have a mouth on ya. Who the fuck is Ike, baby?.” You freeze.

“Joel? What-what the fuck? —why are you calling me? You’re suppose to be leaving me alone. Moving on a shit.” He laughs-a deep chest laugh. You always loved that goddamn laugh of his.

“I’m just checkin in on my baby. Making sure she’s looking after herself—And moving on? It’s me and you til death remember-and this ike guy-he’s gonna be history.”

“What?! Are-are you threatening me?” You clutch the bottom of the phone with both hands, meaning business now, talking through gritted teeth, “look-we’re meant to be moving on, and you are not allowed anywhere near me, Joel Miller so don’t- try anything.”

“Love it when you get all bossy. But no, baby-you’re gonna take me back, like you always do.” You hang up. You shake off the call, you need to pee. Really you should be calling the cops, but you’ve never been a smart girl.

As you come out from the bathroom, there’s knocks at your front door, not even thinking, you open it to-Tommy Miller. “Hey, sweetheart” he oozes out, leaning against the doorframe, he stays there or a second, looking you over. “May I?” Gesturing to come in, even though he’s halfway through the doorway. “Yeah sure” you say sarcastically.

He stands tall, taps on his belt buckle, “so, heard from that brother of mine? He’s been seen lurking around town.” You shake your head. “He called though, usual stuff, ‘I’m his, til death- I don’t think he’s stupid enough to come here.”

He scoffs. “Whatever you say, sweetheart. Look if he calls again, tell him to call me, k?” As he leaves your home he turns and scoffs, “all this fuss over you, you must have one amazing pussy, sweetheart. Talk soon” closing the door behind him. Ugh he makes you shudder. Fuck, you want this night over with. You text Ike, he probably won’t see it but you send one anyway.

-Will you hurry the fuck up, my pussy is throbbing for you here 🤣x

You perk up your boobs more, they’re practically hanging over the neckline. Yeah, this was the perfect dress to get fucked in. Ironically, Joel bought you this dress, he loved you in green, his favourite color. You think back to the dressing room, you holding on for dear life on the stall as Joel pounded you, the thoughts interrupted. The phone rings, “hello? Ike is that you?”

You hear a screech down the phone, like an amp adjusting then that voice came. “Helloooo, baby…ike can’t come to the phone right now-he’s abit tied up.”

“Oh my god, Ike, did you get one of those- voice adjuster things like from, Stab? It’s awesome-carry on talking.” Bless your little dumb heart. Not only are you gullible but little do you know, that Ike-is literally tied up.

“So, baby-what’s your favourite scary movie?”

You act all girly, like the dumb girls in those dumb slasher movies. “Well-,” twirling your hair in your fingers, “-I’m a big fan of those micheal Myers films. Where he like stalks a young woman in her home, it’s so cliché.” You giggle. “What’s yours?” You ask, all shyly, now twirling the hem of your dress.

“Well, my favourite is that Stab movie you mentioned-pretty woman-big tits, home alone, easy prey.” You scoff, “now that’s a cliche answer. The woman always does the wrong things, runs upstairs instead of running out. Ugh, lame….ok, seriously how much longer you gonna be ike?” You hear heavy breathing, then another screech, “won’t be too long, baby. I’m coming for ya.” The call ends.

Eeeeeverything is done, set, and now you wait. You try calling Ike, it just keeps ringing, then the second you hang up, it rings back. “Well hello, baby.”

“Ike for fuck sake, will you hurry the hell up-,” you hear a noise from your backyard, making you jump, and your spine tingles.

Then that voice, “I told you, Ike can’t come to the phone right now, he’s tied up-ya never did listen. So fuckin stubborn.” You hold your breath, tears start to prick at your eyes, “Joel?” You knew, you knew it was him the second your spine tingled. You hear a click, then you hear Joel’s voice. “Surpriiiise, baby.” You duck down and kneel behind a kitchen counter, shaking. “J-Joel? Have you-have you done something to Ike?”

He lets out a deep guttural laugh, “oh baby, I told you he was history-well he’ll be a part of our history very shortly, darlin.” Bitch, why are you clenching your thighs right now?! “Joel-just, just please leave me alone….are-are you here?” He can hear the fear in your voice…You already knew the answer. “Why don’t you look out your back doors for me, baby.” You slowly-dreading every step-tip toe over to the back double doors. You didn’t notice the lights being on this whole time, cause of Ike being tied to a chair. Beaten up.

“What the fuck?! Ike!” You go to open the door but hear a “Nuh uh, baby” from Joel on the other end. “You open the door he dies. His blood, on your hands.” You hear a knock on your front door, you turn around fast. You’re breathing is shaky down the phone, “oh, you sound so scared, baby. Why don’t you open the door and let me in. I’ll make ya feel better” You are full on crying now, “Joel-please-just please leave me alone.” He tuts down the phone, “c’mon, baby. I’ll make ya feel good.”

“I’d rather die!” You scream at the door

Hearing a low chuckle down the phone, “well-that can be arranged, sweetheart.” you hang up to call 911, but then there’s loud, heavy knocks at the door, you jump, dropping the fucking phone. It’s broken. Fuck! You’re just about to run to grab the other phone from your dads office around the corner when heavy knocks are at the back doors. What the hell? Then more loud knocks on your front door. You don’t know what the hell to do.

Do you go grab the phone? Do you attempt to free Isaac? Do you confront the knockers of the doors? Just as you head to the office, there’s a loud bang, the door is broken down and there’s, Ghostface. “Helloooo, baby.” He holds a knife in his hand and twiddles his fingers in a hello gesture. Fuck the phone, you run to the kitchen to grab a knife, then belt it out the back doors, only to run into, another Ghostface who twists the knife out of your hand. “Surprise, sweetheart.” The voice soothed.

You look over his shoulder to see Isaac’s lifeless body, gutted. His insides on the outside. You scream. Joel comes near and sees the lifeless body. “You motherfucker! You killed him? Im suppose to do it, thats the whole goddamn point.” Joel shouted as he took off his mask and aimed his anger at the other figure-who just shrugged-, “and hey-easy, let her go…hey, baby,” Joel strips off the Ghostface cloak, “did you miss me?” He opens his arms, you run into the kitchen to grab another knife but the other figure trips you, “Nuh uh, sweetheart.” He smirks out. “Don’t you fuckin think about it.” Joel shoots him a look, “hey-I said back off.” He comes over to help you up but you snatch your hand away, tears streaming down your face, “don’t fuckin touch me! What-what the fuck, Joel?-“ you look to the other figure, “-who the fuck is that?” You point.

Tommy pulls off his mask and sheds the cloak, “hey, sweetheart-told ya didn’t I, Joel-doesn’t she look good enough to eat? Have a-Stab of’er.” You wipe your nose, the snot is-everywhere. “I-I can’t believe you killed Ike.” You whisper. Joel runs a hand through his dark hair, “well he was coming here to fuck you wasn’t he? We weren’t gonna let that happen baby.” You look between them-out of the two, you could get past Tommy, he seems cocky, guard down abit-but him, no hes figuring you out, he knows what you’re thinking. He knows you too damn well, and you fucking hate it.

“Heads up, Tommy-she’s gonna try ya.” You’re now staring at the floor but you can see them in the corner of your eye. You’re trembling but trying so hard to hold it together, and Joel notices. “Aw, baby-don’t be scared. I just wanted to see you that’s all.” You scoff. “Don’t!-“ Joel lunges at you but stops himself quick, “don’t-you fuckin scoff at me, girl.”

You lean back against a counter, crossing your arms across your chest, even though you can’t fuckin breathe right now. “Okay, so you have me-now what?” You tilt your head, trying to act nonchalant. It seems to be working as Joel’s jaw ticks. “Well-I’m sick of fuckin my fist thinkin about ya-so now that I’ve got the real deal, make a night of it,” he winks. “Tommy, make yaself scarce, keep an eye out for any other visitors, maybe clean up ya fuckin mess while you’re at it.”

Tommy tuts but heads out the back doors, closing them behind him as his gives you a wink, “enjoy, brother-I’ll try not watch sweetheart.” You cringe. Now, it’s just the two of you.

Joel bites his bottom lip, “mmm mm mm, baby you look good. That dress, huh? My favourite? See-that’s where it makes me think..you were expecting me.” You roll your eyes, you expect him to lunge at you again, he hates it when you roll your eyes at him, but he doesn’t, he just strolls over. “Don’t-roll your-goddamn-eyes at me, baby.” He stands tall in front of you, you try not to look at around at your surroundings, giving him a hint of what youre thinking. Joel trails his finger tip over your cleavage, your skin prickles at the contact. “Oh-we like that do we?” He smirks. That fucking beautiful smirk. Yeah you’re getting wetter.

Youre so fucking stupid. Here you are with Joel, a man who could snap your neck like a tooth pick and yet, you’re thinking of him fucking you, with a grip around your throat. You’re sick. “Oh I know that look. Your ‘playing hard to get’ look. It’s ok if you want me, baby. I know how you get around me.” Cocky bastard. He’s not wrong, you’re fucking drenched, but still.

Pretending you’re bored of this conversation, you exasperate letting out a huff, turning to look at the front door. A clean run if he gets distracted, it’s off its hinges thanks to Joel, so no messing with the locks or the handle. You turn to look at him. “You’re right, Joel-of course I want you, I always will.” You’re not lying but nows not the time, don’t get distracted. He leans down, and dips his face into the crook of your neck. “You smell-so sweet, baby. Even he thinks so-.” he says rubbing his bulge against you. Hard as fuck. You’re gonna let him do what he wants to you, let his guard down, even just a smidge, so to allow you to dart outta here.

Joel runs his hands over your body, pinching you, feeling the material of the dress, as he slides them over your hips, he looks up to you and smiles. “Commando, baby? You shouldn’t have.” He bunches up the skirt part to your hips, pussy on full show. He tips back a little to get a good look. “And a full bush, baby-just what I like.” He sucks on his middle finger, and slides through your folds, ghosting your ear. “So-ya know you gotta be punished my sweet. Letting another man fuck you while I’m still alive.” He tuts at you.

“Joel, I’m not taking you back, you scared me-you hurt me, I’m deaf in my left ear because of you.” Joel presses his hips against yours, pinning you against the counter. He pinches the tip of the knife to your cheek. “I said- I was sorry, baby”. You laugh in his face, knocking his hand away, his hips pressing against yours, harder. “So now we’re just gonna forget it and move on, k?” He asked so casual like he got your coffee order wrong.

“Like hell we are!” You manage to knee him in his ghoulies and leg it to the front door, but sadly, he’s fast, calculated-he pins you to a mirror that’s nailed to the wall, your face squished and hands pinned behind your back. “Baby baby-really? That’s so cliche-don’t matter, it’s still gonna work just fine.” You squirm in his grip but he presses himself against you-keeping you still. “Now-we’re gonna be a good girl, and do as we’re told, baby-right?”

Yes. Yes you were. You’re soaked, it’s literally dripping out of you, and he’s gonna know soon enough, that yes, you’re gonna do as you’re told cause you fucking want this, you always will. With his free hand, he slithers it under your dress, grabbing a squeeze of your ass, “fuck, this peach, baby-so soft.” Then he moves his hand- tip toeing his fingers to your pussy, you clench your thighs. “Nuh uh, spread’em, baby.” He nudges your feet apart with his and he continues where he left off, sliding his middle finger through your folds, cupping your pussy. “Mm she’s missed me, all dripping for this lucky SOB.” You squirm in his grip, which tightens, “baby, you carry on and I’ll make it hurt more.” You stop. You just except what’s coming.

You hear his zipper go down and belt unbuckle, you internally squirm. That sound, you don’t know what it is about it but it gets you wet. He nudged his tip to your soaked hole, sinking in inch by inch. You gasp and your hands, even though they’re confined, they’re trying to grab at nothing. “Joel-please-.” He shushes you as he sinks in deeper, letting go off your wrists, “put’em at the side of your head, baby.” You move them slowly, bracketing the mirror, and as you look behind you, all you see is that devastating smile glaring back. “Aatta girl.” Even though he praises you, it’s so condescending.

He pushes up and bottoms out, dipping his head between your shoulders, “goddamn-been so fuckin long, baby-fuuuck. Missed ya so much-us til we die, baby. Yeah?” You can’t answer as you wince in pain around his cock. “Joel please-just please move it hurts.” With another little jab up-making you yelp, his hips move at a fast pace, you grip hold of the mirror and arch your back, making the angle just right, if you gotta do this, you’re gonna fuckin enjoy it. “Knew my baby wanted this, ya fucking twisted.” He’s talking through gritted teeth, gripping your hip, his nails digging in, “gonna get ya there, baby-i know you’re right fuckin there.” You knew the drill, you cum first so he can focus on himself, not that you cared but if you didn’t get your climax, you weren’t gonna be happy.

He circles your clit while rutting into you, each thrust up felt like a stab to your cervix, it’s usually an amazing feeling but Joel was a man on a mission. You watch through the mirror, his looking where you both join, staring at the white ring forming around his cock going in and out. “What a fucking sight, baby. Cmon now, let’s fuckin get there.” You feel the tight coil forming in your belly, which starts to go south, tingling through your pussy, you can’t help but clench around him. “There she is, cmon baby, get there-fucking get there.” The house is filled with your screams, you don’t give a fuck if Tommy can hear or not, it’s intense and you cum hard, tightening around his cock like a vice, he carries on rubbing your swollen bud until you come down, still rutting up into you. As you try to catch your breath he brings his hand away and grabs hold of your ass cheeks, pounding into you hard as he seeks his climax, you scream out louder, holding on to the mirror for dear life. He looks flustered, veins popping out his temples.

He doesn’t cum in you, he pulls out and sprays it over your ass and lower back. Ropes of it spraying on you as he mumbles to himself, “god-damn. Fuuck me.” You feel like you’re gonna keel over, your thighs are shaking, and you haven’t got your breathing under check. Joel seems to be back to earth, when he starts whispering to you to take deep breaths, coaxing you with his words and breathing as he pins you to his chest. “Be a good girl and breathe with me, baby. In and out.” you let out is a whimpers, Joel places his giant hand on your chest, it’s so warm, it soothes you instantly. “Atta girl, there we go.”

Just as you’re basking in his warmth and the feeling of your satisfied pussy, the back doors swing open. Tommy comes in with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Only caught the end of that-fuck me, I wanna have a go. What ya say, brother?” As Joel helps you clean yourself up and fixes your dress, he shoot tommy a glare, it’s one that scares you. He becomes unpredictable, predator-like…like he’s going in for a kill. “Say that again? Don’t think I heard ya, brother.” The once standing tall, smug motherfucker, was now a mumbling mess, turning his shoulders in like he’s a pup getting scolded. “C-cmon, Joel-I was only jokin.” Joel exhales through his nostrils, sounding like a major pissed off bull, “you’re on thin ice already brother-one more strike and I’ll kill ya, got it?…you cleaned up your mess out there?” Tommy only nods, with a shaky breath, you couldn’t help but grin, couldn’t help but make it worse.

“Ya know, Joel-Tommy was here earlier, but you know that obviously, however..he had a few words to say, kinda disrespectful -.” He looks over his shoulder at you then turns back to Tommy, Jesus it reminded you of Poltergeist, when the chicks head spins around? God, his glare at you was dark, just two orbs of pure black. Poor Tommy you smirk to yourself. Joel takes a step closer to him, almost touching noses, “and what did he say, baby?” He tilted his head slightly, Tommy wasn’t blinking, just staring at Joel, you hope he could somehow see your smug face. “Well, he said, ‘all this fuss over you, you must have one amazing pussy, sweetheart.’” You could hear Joel’s teeth clenching and Tommys gulp. Before poor Tommy could utter a word, the room was filled with the sound of a sling and loud garbles. Joel slit his throat, nice and clean. You stand there, wide eyed and turned on, letting out short breaths.

He wipes the bloodied knife on Tommys shirt-he’s gargling in pain, his face is white and his eyes are so wide, you think they’re gonna pop out. He crashes to the floor grabbing at his throat uttering what sounds like “you bitch”. You didn’t feel bad in the slightest, you hated Tommy-always grabbing your ass, calling you sweetheart with his creepy grin, offering quick fucks “Joel’ll never know.” Well he’s out of your life now, one less bastard you don’t have to worry about. This one, on the other hand…has a tight grip on the knife, knuckles white, “baby, c’mere.” His voice is low, raspy and shaky. You slowly walk over, and just when your at arms reach, he grabs at your arm dragging you to stand in front of him, when you steady your feet, he kneels down-his dark eyes glued to yours, as he bunches up your dress.

Joel taps his shoulder with the knife. “Leg. Now.” Like you were gonna tell him no. You kept your balance by gripping his hair, tugging it a little-he didn’t seem to mind.

“baby-you weren’’t lying to me, right, he said that, yeah?”

It’s a good fucking job you were telling the truth, if you were lying, the knife that’s slowly travelling up your leg would surely be driven through your flesh.

You nod, keeping your eyes truthful, shivering as the knife is at your inner thigh, creeping up over your pussy then moving back down. “Good girl, cause baby if you were-I’d have to kill ya.” You gulp loud, his eyes widen. “He did it all, Joel-he wasn’t a good man.” He looks to where the knife is, bunching up your dress, he digs the cold steel into your flesh and drags it along-he digs it harder, carving you. You try and squirm away but he’s strong, too fucking strong, he clamps his arm around your thigh while he carries on carving you. “Ah Joel -stop! Ah what the-fuuuuck!” His grips tightens, “keep still, baby, it’ll hurt more if you move-knock it off or I’ll knock you out.”

You carry on screaming, clawing at his head, shoulders, trying to push yourself from his grip but fuck, his tight fuckin grip. “I mean it! Knock it off I’m nearly done, baby-you’re ok.” You feel yourself go weak and shaky, as the blade burns your skin-then it stops. Joel the sick bastard, licks the wound, and drops your leg down and you fall to the ground, wailing. “What the fuck, Joel.” You choke out. You look down and see his little artwork. JOELS. In capital letters, a few inches away from your pussy. “Oh my god, Joel-what the fu-how could you?! You bastard!”

He stands above you, towering tall-“I’m sorry, baby-but people gotta know who you belong to, can’t have some prick thinking he can have you. Now they’ll all be turned off-til death, baby-remember?” He kneels down again, landing on top of you, bracketing your legs with his, drags his nose up your body until landing his lips on your neck-it’s agonising. He leans on an elbow, still hovering over you and starts unbuttoning your dress, “you look-just fuckin stunning darlin-green always looked amazing on you.” He’s talking over your whimpers, tears are streaming and you’re muttering to yourself.

“Hey!” He snaps his fingers. “-I said knock it off or I do this with you unconscious. Got it?” You wipe your nose on your arm and nod. He carries on unbuttoning your dress, pepper kissing your collarbone. You just lie still, you can believe he did that, it’s why you darent move. After doing the last button, he moves the dress aside, leaving you naked, running his calloused hand over you body-thighs, pussy, stomach, tits. You can feel him starting to coax your legs open with his other hand, then cupping your pussy.

“Gonna let me in again, darlin?” You tense up but slowly open them, with tears still streaming down your face. “Atta girl-always my good girl.” You gush at the praise as he sucks on his fingertips and rubs the wetness over his tip, hooking your leg over his hip and with no warning his rams up. “Fuuck, baby-never gets old.” He begins to slightly roll his hips, his tip stabbing at your cervix, dragging whines out of you. “Joel please-move faster -please.” He nuzzles into your neck, “Nuh uh, baby-this feels too good.” You whine out more pleas and Joel drags his cock out, teases your hole and rams it back in, starting with a rough pace.

He squeezes your thigh where he’s marked you, making you clench around him, “dirty bitch liking that, huh? Liking the pain? Ya just as fucking twisted.” He wraps his giant hand around your throat, placing his mouth right by your ear as he ruts into you to hear his grunts and moans. “Can you hear me, baby? Hear what you do to me with your pretty pussy?” You’re yelping at every thrust, unable to form a fuckin thought, let alone an answer.

He lets go of your throat and slaps your face, hard enough to sting. “Fuckin-answer-me.” He grits it out as he rolls his hips. “Yes Joel -I can hear -I hear it.” Joel moves his hand between your bodies, circles your swollen bud, you bite your lip. That tight snap that’ll send you over is right there, you tense your pussy around his cock, “is my darlin ready? I think she is.” He doesn’t wait for an answer, grabbing hold of your hip he pounds your pussy, fucking relentlessly, he wants to cum with you. “We getting there, baby-yeah I think we are.” he smirks as you clench around him-that band snapping. You both cum, it’s almost violent-tights grips, nails digging in so deep, crimson crescents form, bruising thrusts.

His hips stutter as he grabs yours, making you take every drop of him as his thrusts get sloppy. “Fuck me, baby.” You hiss as rubs his heavy hand along your new scar. “it looks so pretty, baby.”, he whispers leaning down kissing it. Just as you come back to the planet, you whine in pain as something hot attacks your thigh. He fucking stabbed you, right in the leg. Asshole.

“Joel! What-what the fuck-ahh! You fucking asshole!” You grip tight of where blood was gushing out, fuck, it hurt! “Joel fucking help me-.oh my god-I can’t believe -.” He stands towering over tucking himself back in his pants. “Ya didn’t think I’ll let you off the hook for having some guy round did ya? Baby-no man is ever fucking you while I’m around-sorry darlin, had to punish somehow-the cuttin wasn’t enough.” You crawl, dragging your leg then resting your back on Tommys dead body a few feet away.

You feel like the winds been knock outta you, trying to gasp for breath and the wound is stinging-burning up your whole leg, it’s starting to go numb. Joel’s in the kitchen grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink, acting so casual like you’ve cut your finger chopping onions or something, after he fixes you up, Joel pulls you up, dressing you again-doing only half of the buttons, he yanks you against his chest and just as he’s about to say something, the phone in your dads office rings, followed by a beep on the answering machine-then your Moms voice;

Hey honey, we’re on our way back, should be home in ten minutes-,” then she whispers down the phone so your Dad won’t hear, “-please finish any shenanigans you and Ike are upto.” followed by a little giggle.

You quickly think-ten minutes-you could run out the door, down the road until your parents came into view. Joel brings back your attention by grabbing your chin between his finger and thumb with a harsh grip, “so mommy dearest knew about Ike as well? Knew you’d fuck him…well she’s gotta go-and daddy will be with her-so he’s gotta too I’m afraid.” Your eyes widen with fear, you gotta act fast, cause this fucker ain’t joking.

Coincidentally, a very expensive and heavy looking vase is to your right, it seems the perfect weapon to knock Joel out, he sees you eyeing it but just this once-you’re too quick for him. You grab it in a tight grip and smash it against his head, he lets you go and falls to the floor and stills, he’s not unconscious but girl, fucking run! You hear weak moans behind you as you dart out the door but you don’t look back. Running barefoot, the gravel is hurting like a motherfucker but grass is on the horizon-you just gotta keep running.

There’s no sound coming from the house, hopefully you knocked him out hard enough til the cops get here.

You see the long stretch of dark green and your feet welcome the wet grass, you take a quick breather-wriggling your toes between the green strands then you see them…car lights. “MOM! DAD!” You’re waving frantically knowing damn well they can’t see you, so you run. After a few minutes you stop just feet away from the car, you Dad stomps on the brake making the car drag the dirt with its tyres. “Jesus Christ!” He barks out. “Baby what the hells goin on!” You run to open the door of back passenger seat and jumps in. “Dad drive back! Go back! Don’t go home! Joel’s there!” They both froze.

Joel. The bane of their existence. The pain in their ass. Your Dads ex best friend. Your dad puts the car in reverse and speeds back, turning the car around with fast precision and then demands to know whats going on. “What the fuck you mean Joel’s there?!” He stares at you through the mirror. “He called me then-fuck-he and Tommy broke into the house, killed Ike and was gonna kill you guys.” They both looked at each other. “Then what?!” He barked at you. “Then I smashed a vase over his head and ran. He was unconscious I think.”

“You think? Goddamn it, you’re a fucking idiot! I told you he was trouble, I fucking told you!” The tears are streaming down your face. “I know! I know! Just-call the cops and send them there.” The tyres left dust as your dad drove the car faster, heading to town. Your Mom called the cops and a squad team was sent to the house.

You were escorted to hospital to get your wound stitched up, your mom held your hand, wiped away your tears and soothed her baby girl. Your dad paced the room, clearly still furious. You didn’t tell them you had sex with Joel, what would be the point. They wouldn’t believe you’d just let it happen and conclude that he assaulted you. Joel’s a lot of things but a rapist, he ain’t.

“So-,” your Dad starts, looking like he’s going to give you grief about your life choices, but he sighs, “Ya gonna need some sleep, I’ll wake you in a few hours-your moms gonna go your aunts.” You nod, wiping tears away. “I’m so sorry-I’m so sorry this happened. You guys were right about him.” The nurse finishes up the bandages and leaves, giving your parents the chance to sit beside you and hug you so fucking tight, the stitches are tugging at your skin, little reminders of tonight. You don’t know how long they hugged you for, but a few taps on the door broke the moment. Sheriff Arquette.

“Howdy, Beckers. How we doing?” The sheriff was such a humble man, the nicest man you know, all he brings is goodness. “She’s fine-,” your Mom answered, “-just needs sleep.” Your Dad interrupts, “well? The house-him?” The sheriff adjusts his belt buckle, looking down at the floor, “well uh-they didn’t find anything. Joel wasn’t in the house, they searched the surrounding areas, he was nowhere to be found-nothing. Only Isaac’s and Tommys bodies were found.” You knit your brows together and shudder at the thought that he’s still alive and still out there.

Until the two of you meet again…

The End?

Fun fact: I saw Matthew Lillard on a New York City street in 2008 while on vacay and shouted over to him “you hit me with the phone dick!” He laughed and pointed at me and that was that. A great memory.

I couldn’t think of a good enough title so just-work with me here😂and obv our reader is a Final Girl😁so she had to live.

a/n: I would really appreciate to hear from readers about this, cause I wanna perfect these fics, so please be nice. Was it too long? Not entertaining enough?

Thanks x

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