PLOT DROP 8 // HUSH PART 4B
Popcorn, chick flicks and face masks. That was what the invitation to Violet’s sleepover party had detailed and for the most part, that was what it was. Four girls, plus Violet, all together in the Sheriff’s house, alone with Clueless and a group-voted replay of 13 going on 30. It was eerily quiet in the Normal Heights home but it was what to be expected from a gaggle of mute beauty queens. Even Danika Rogers was especially well-behaved despite her penchant for trouble. The shotgun mounted on the wall seemed to do the trick with the girls but it didn’t stop the gossip.
“NORMAN?”, Priscilla wrote during the climax of the movie. Her bedazzled notepad gleaming with the same mischief she carried in her eyes.
The flock grinned and leaned closer to Violet who was doing her best to blend in with the wallpaper. The floral aroma of five different body sprays and the cutesy decor they’d stamped onto her nails were enough without the prying.
“He’s so dreamy,” she added fanning herself with her note pad and swooning into her sleeping bag. “I heard he would walk girls from the mess hall back to their cabins every night during bible camp so they wouldn’t have to walk in the dark alone.”
Janet grinned sleazily. “I heard he’s got a huuuuge dick.”
The room collectively gasped and clutched their communication apparatuses, some giggling and squirming with delight while others admonishing Janet with their note books.
“If you’re not going to take him, I will.” Danika quirked a brow at Violet. “It’d only be right. You know, since I’m going to be Miss Teen Normal. I may as well go all the way and be Mrs. Normal too!”
She pranced around the living room, hands flourishing like a queen as she pretended to accept awards from all her suitors, making a show of it as the girls watched her and missed the shadows passing across the windows.
Without being able to make noise, all of them heard the the phone ringing. Danika fell off of the edge of the couch, stunned silent as she looked for the source of the noise.
All the pageant girls glanced at each other, then at Violet. Aimee was the one who looked particularly judgmental and wrote, “You still have a landline?”
Violet got up to take the call.
“Hello?”
A low, distorted voice filtered through the receiver. “Come outside.”
“Who is this?” she demanded.
“Come outside or we’re coming in.”
At that, Violet hung up the phone and made a bee-line to her father’s shotgun. The girls all looked on in horror as the blonde double-checked the barrel and cocked it like Rambo with hot pink nails.
“Who was that?” Aimee asked.
“No one. It’s nothing,” Violet said. “Stay away from the windows and don’t move, okay?”
She peered through the peephole and scanned the lawn before throwing open the door. There was no way she was going to let some weirdo come into the house during her sleepover and maybe she was a little glad that they were finally about to do something she was familiar with.
Violet crept outside, gun poised in hand as she surveyed the lawn for signs of a predator. She got a few steps out until suddenly, she was hit with... water?
“Gotcha!” Kaz exclaimed from behind a bush, unable to contain his laughter any longer.
The girls who had disobeyed Violet’s order and crowded by the door were met with a stronger jet of water as Jamie appeared with the garden hose and a smarmy look on his face. He replayed the grim message off of his phone where he’d altered his voice with an app, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
“Miss me?” Jamie said, turning the hose onto Violet. He sprayed her like a dirty car, focusing especially on her shotgun.
"Absolutely not. What the hell-- Stop that!” she barked, flailing the gun about. The commotion outside between the boys, the water and all of her exclaiming was enough to rouse the rest of the girls inside who had all stormed away from the door to collect their things.
Violet had advertised a slumber party with no boys and from the looks of it, the rumors about Violet had been right all along and not even Kaz’s princely smile could convince them otherwise. Violet Matthews wasn’t one of them and would never be such. Danika made it known by leaving a scathing note about how undeserved she was of the voice she still had before leaving the house in a huff.
One by one, all the girls left with their stuff in tow to continue the fun where they wouldn’t be interrupted by a couple rascals. The rustle and bustle of all the noise scared a raccoon out of the bushes and a trio of shadows that had been lurking just at the edge of the house dispersed soon along with them.
Jamie squirted the girls all the way into the Uber that came to get them, unrepentant.
“Sorry, Vi. It was his idea,” Kaz said as he turned off the sprinklers. Jamie preened with pride as he finally lowered the hose.
Violet opened her mouth to shout at Jamie, only nothing came out.
The next morning, the news would showcase four more murders. All of them girls who had been at Violet’s party and had left when the boys came to sleep at Priscilla’s. All with their hearts carved out. Never to wake up again.
Janet Wilson. Danika Rogers. Aimee Williams. Priscilla Princely.
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Direct Interact To Post?: No Tags: @violet-matthews , @kazcaldwell , @devilsward Other Parts: 1, 2 , 3, 4 Admin Notes: Violet’s become a victim and four more teens are dead. RIP.
