Terrible Trilogy
Part 25 pt 2
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Billy was the first to make a move. "...You know what? Screw this. I can't listen to this shit anymore. If I stay here any longer, I'm going to kill both of you and possibly myself at this point." He marched out the best he could, clearly forcing his leg to walk normally to save his already wounded ego. You watched him walk out, down the hall towards the back door before you heard it slam shut.
You stood there, lost for words because…In a way; maybe there was some truth to it all? You reasoned you just didn't want anyone dying unless you had to…But after this…Even you knew you could have gotten at least one head shot in when Stu peaked around the corner earlier to talk you down from shooting them.
Stu released a long exhale from his nose as he stared at you. You both stood there in silence before he spoke up. "You know…I understand why you never want to see me again. I fucked up. You just started trusting me and I scared you. I mean, yeah, it sucks you told that Detective everything. I mean, it's really screwed up man, especially considering what you did years ago but…" He sighed and ran a hand over his neck. "I don't know. I'm pissed but I'm just as pissed off at myself as I am you…I just know that I'm not the only one that feels like this and I'm sick of hearing you don't. I can't be the only one that gives a shit because you spared my life and freedom as much as I spared yours. I need you. Okay, I need you more than you need me apparently. Got it. But I think you secretly at least want to tolerate me too." He offered a slight hopeful smirk that wavered when he saw you wouldn't spare him a glance.
You didn't answer, rolling your tongue inside your cheek and looking away. Stu continued. "I…I'm…Oh shit. God, man, I'm sorry!" He exclaimed while thrusting out his arms before letting them fall to his sides. "You want me to say two words despite my pride? I will. I'm sorry for telling you I was trying to kill Randy. We all were thinking about it! Was I supposed to not name him as a suspect when everything at the time pointed directly to him?"
You stayed silent and it seemed to eat at him as he sighed dramatically and uttered." Okay fine…Maybe I am a little… Threatened…. Peeved that you have the relationship you do with him. Do you have any idea what it's like to give your best to someone and they still pick someone that just exists over you? I know what I did and what I am but come on. Haven't I proven I changed? Is one slip up enough to cut me off forever?…And he felt like the obvious killer at the time…What more can I do?"
You slowly looked back at him as he frowned. "Please…YN…I lost it. You want to know what changed? Why can't I kill you no matter how much I should? The threat of you actually being dead changed that. I'm not speaking for happy boy out there but when I saw you lying there, some guy with a gun over your dead body, heard you scream as he shot you…God baby, I thought you died." He visibly looked in pain. Brows up, mouth stretched back and eyes focused on you. His voice softened. "I thought the one girl I love was dead. I never want to feel like that again. I can't. I'll get caught because I'll lose my fucking mind…So I don't know about Billy but you have my word; no matter what I'm never going to make you a target again. I won't. And I'll kill Billy before he ever hurts you. No one's laying a finger on you."
"...Yeah, but what about my family? Or my friends? Not to mention, can you honestly say you'll never lose your temper and almost kill me ever again? What if Billy wasn't there, would you have stopped yourself? Can you really give your word you won't hurt someone I care about as revenge for something I said or did? Because I don't think you can…Stu, you betrayed whatever trust I was starting to have for you."
You stared at him, eyes flicking over his face to see if he was being genuine or not as you spoke. He went to step towards you and you instinctively took a step back. He paused mid step before staying in place. He frowned deeply before muttering in a heavy voice. "If you never want to see me again…I guess I'll leave. What more can I freaking do? It'll be like I never existed. Is that what you want?" He demanded.
You thought long and hard before slightly nodding your head to yourself. "...I think that's for the best."
Stu's eyes widened in surprise before he crumbled. His blue eyes seemed brighter as he rolled his lips and looked down with his own nod, hand on his hip as he said. "Okay…Um…Okay. Got it. " He looked up at your ceiling blinking as you bit your lip before speaking.
You unconsciously held yourself for comfort. Damning yourself for feeling bad. "...Do you think Ghostface will be back? That someone else will put on that mask and try to do what you and Billy did?"
Stu didn't look at you, voice flat and heavy as he shrugged. "Probably…I don't know."
You damn yourself but his words repeated in your head mingled with your own thoughts…It would never stop. You three were entangled whether you liked it or not. You and Randy would have never talked after High School had it not been for the Woodsboro murders; Hell, if it wasn't for Mrs. Loomis, you might not have ever spoken again after you moved away and he blamed you for Sidney's death. If it wasn't for Ghostface, Dewey and Gale both may not have been in your life either for the good or bad. Why would Billy and Stu be any different? Actually, they were more entangled with you with the huge secret than even Randy or Dewey were as other survivors. It didn't mean you needed to like them or hang out with them or be near them…But you didn't need something like this happening again either.
"Okay. This is what we're doing." You monotoned as you walked over to a notebook and pen on your side table. You sniffed and wiped your eyes before writing down a phone number."I don't want you on my property or hanging out with me ever again. I'm serious. I may only kill you if you give me no choice but bombarding my home unannounced like you did tonight might be that choice." You tore off the page and walked over to him as he looked perplexed. "So, I'm giving you this number just in case of Ghostface happening again. You list me as a different name or memorize this number. Nothing to lead back to me in anyway. That's the deal. And if Ghostface calls in that voice? You'll be my prime suspect because hardly no one has this number."
Stu scoffed. "Oh, of course me not-"
"Randy or Dewey?...I hate to ever admit I agree with anything from you but you're right. After Neil, the killer could be anyone. You just have more suspicion your way for obvious reasons."
"So…No talking or texting? Not even to just make sure we're okay or something?" He asked, frowning as he took the paper and already knew the answer.
You gave him a sad, tight lipped smile as you remembered what you told him when he left your house to go back to his motel before this all happened …But time changes things; especially after what you had been through. "No, I think that will open a door and we'll be back to where we started. This is what I want, Stu."
He stared down at you and you were surprised to see the raw emotion in his eyes. You stared up at him as he shook his head with tears springing up. "YN, please…You're all I have. I'm not asking to come over or hang out but I can't call you ever again? I can't talk to you ever?"
You gave a slight huff seeing he definitely wasn't serious about 'leaving you alone forever.' You sucked in a deep breath and shook your head. "No, Stu."
His lips rolled together as he frowned. It soon turned to a scowl and you instinctively felt nervous as he moved. Shoving past you before he walked over and grabbed the notebook and pen on the table. Right near your gun in its lockbox.
"Stu, what are you doing?-"
"Giving my number." He furiously wrote it before smacking the pen down on the table. "You know, just in case you change your mind. Incase Dewey is so up Gale's narrow little ass he doesn't think you exist or Randy gets a girl as dorky as he is and suddenly she tells him he can't hang out with you anymore because you're too close." He stood back up to his full height. Eyes glossy as he held a defiant glare.
"They wouldn't…" You didn't finish your sentence as even you knew either one; with Randy so obsessed with the 'geek getting a girl' narrative and Dewey so whipped for Gale was a possibility… Or God forbid if they found out the truth. You swallowed as Stu huffed with a humorless smirk. You both stayed in place, his glare barring down on you before he spoke.
"I'll give you what you want, YN. I'll leave you alone but just know the day you wake up and realize I'm here, it's me, it's always been me…Here's my digits." He started walking away. " If I change my number; I'll call you and only for that."
You stopped him. "Wait…I'm gonna go unlock the garage…I want to make sure you both leave." You went to a coat closet and got out an old trench coat to put on to keep yourself warm and dry enough. You paused before getting your gun back out of its lockbox just in case and heading out into the pouring rain before hesitating. You turned to him at the door. "Hey…Before I get the door unlocked; If you want to say bye to Cherri; she's in my room. Want to see her?"
He nodded as you went to go check on your dog with him following. It had been at least 10 to 15 minutes of her barking and worried about you.
The second you opened the door; she barreled past you to snap her teeth at Stu who nearly jumped against the wall. She barked viciously at him before you yelled at her to heel. She kept barking and trying to pin him to the wall until you snapped at her a second time to back down. She did, eyeing Stu with her neck raised as you saw the inside of your door destroyed and a bit of blood on the wood.
Stu breathed heavily, his frame against the wall as he eyed your dog.
"Oh Cherri…Let me see." You went to her, bending down to lift her paws and see she had a tiny cut on her front foot from digging at the splintering wood. "Oh, poor baby. You hurt your paw."
"Yeah, poor baby." He muttered sarcastically as she watched him.
You sighed and petted her head. "I'll have to check it when you guys leave."
"I-I can help." Stu gave, catching his breath and eyeing Cherri. Swallowing hard and easing away from your wall.
"There's not much to do but clean it. She probably won't allow a bandage…And she doesn't trust you."
You saw him falter at that before relaxing. "It-It's alright." He took a swallow before easing the tension in his body and getting away from the wall completely. "My dog once had a huge gash on the pad we had to doctor up. Her's isn't nearly as bad so…I can help. I'll just have to gain her trust again."
He stared at you while he said that as you looked away. You hesitated, not fully trusting him with your dog aka the only one you had out here by your lonesome self…But you nodded as he reached his hand out to her.
She hesitated, sniffing the back of his hand from a distance. Dark eyes never leaving him to see if he was a threat or not but he warily reached out to gently pet her head and she allowed it. You saw Stu smile down at her with a relief of air blowing past his lips as he bent down to pet her face to face. "You're alright, doggie. Just a lil cut is all. I get those every weekend. At least yours doesn't need stitches or antibiotics…My immune systems pretty fucked by now. Then again, maybe those Flintstone gummies our Mom's demanded we eat made our systems freaking nuclear or something?"
He chuckled to himself as he ruffled her fur near her neck before giving you a hopeful look. His blue eyes still glossy from earlier as you felt an uncomfortable feeling want to creep up. Stu was charming, beyond charming. It was easy for him to sucker you in and you forced yourself to remember the feral look in his eyes as he held a gun up to your face the week before.
Just like that, the allure was gone as you turned to go to the bathroom. You grabbed some neosporin, a gauze and a bandage and came back to Stu still crouched down with her.
"I highly doubt she won't chew this off but we'll try it…"
Stu took the supplies from you and motioned to outside. "Do us both a favor. Go tell asshole we're busy before he throws a babyfit. You can just stand on the porch and yell at him if you want to."
"Are you sure? She might bite you, Stu. I'm serious. Just pet her till I get back, okay?"
He smiled sadly at her. "Fine, but even if she did, it'll be a souvenir if she does…Might never see her again."
You wanted to scold him or point out a guilt trip would get him nowhere but you relented. You honestly just shook your head and readjusted your loaded gun on purpose in front of him. "Okay, wish me luck…Both of you be nice."
Stu barely rolled his eyes and you went to pet Cherri and tell her it was okay as you saw her relax more. You watched a moment to see her licking his face as he chuckled. You felt your chest ache because for whatever reason; Cherri did like Stu. She loved everybody but Stu babied her like no one else. However, even if she was a good judge of character in the moment, she was a dog. She was blissfully unaware of who and what Stu was; An unhinged murderer.
You forced yourself to walk out onto your back porch, slipping on an easy pair of shoes to go out in. Eyebrows scrunched in confusion when you didn't see Billy just right on the porch smoking a cigarette like you expected of him. An uneasiness rose up from your stomach as you put a hand on your gun in its holster in the pocket of your coat. Definitely not ideal but you didn't have the time to go get your belt. At least it was in its holster.
You eased around the side of your wrap around porch. Rain pouring down but lightning only seen in the distance. You eased your head out, fingers on your guns handle but looked confused when you didn't see him. You instinctively jerked around, hand still on your gun. You expected him to be behind you but…He wasn't. He wasn't on the porch.
You put your gun in your hand, cautious of WHY he wasn't on the porch. Did he leave? Was he in the house still bullshitting you so he could attack you? Was he planning something?
You creeped to your front porch; eyes scanning as your knees bent to run or dodge anything he had for you…He wasn't around front either. You saw something in your yard in the pouring rain. Your eyes widened as you saw him. Pacing the yard with his hair and clothes more soaked then they already were. Hands running over his head as he talked to himself. You could see from here the distraught look on his face…You almost called out to him that you were going back in but something stopped you. You watched him for a moment as you gently put your gun back in your coat pocket. It was a far cry from the sarcastic, intimidating, controlling Billy you had gotten used to. An even farther cry from the responsible, quiet but sweet Billy he portrayed himself as at Woodsboro…But the more you thought of it; this Billy pacing your yard was the closest thing to your friend you remembered. Especially on the off hand occasion when you did catch him off guard and he complained about his Dad or Sidney or ALMOST his Mom on one occasion before promptly telling you to change the subject.
'If only you knew the demons in his head he dealt with were really just him.' You bitterly thought, wanting to just turn around and leave him out there. But then you saw him slump against a nearby tree. Releasing a small yell as he smacked the trunk and stared up at your utility light. You saw his brows turned up and his teeth clenched as he was lost in his own thoughts. Thoughts you knew had to do with you and not killing you.
You stared for a long moment; considering your options before deciding to just confront this. You wish you had an umbrella but all things considered; being drenched in rain water at your own house was the least of your worries. You had your own questions and you were getting answers before Billy ran off and god knows if you'd ever see him again; Ghostface threat that wasn't him or not. You descended down the stairs of your porch and had your hand in your pocket with your fingertips resting on your gun.
He whipped around, his own hand going towards his pocket as well as he stared at you through the rain. You were a mere 10 feet from him…You could just whip out your gun and shoot him. Maybe Stu would have an issue or maybe he'd be relieved? Either way, Billy could be an example of what will happen to him too…It would be so easy to shoot him and even if you miss; hunt him down like he did Sidney and everyone else that night. Let him feel helpless like he made you feel.
You rolled your lips and got closer as he warily eyed you. He knew he was at a disadvantage with your gun in your pocket. He may have been dumb with details but he was observant enough to know what you had. Here he was, out in the open, with only a knife. On your property you knew like the back of your hand. You could just shoot him in the face and bury him in your backyard and not a soul would know nor care but Stu if you didn't kill him too. Unless digging happened, no one would know and your secret could be protected forever.
But the closer you got, you saw the redness near his irises. No matter the poker face he he gave you or how the rain soaked his face; you saw it clearly. Only seeing him like this the time you caught him by himself and he refused to tell you anything. Just shoved past you and acted like nothing happened the following day.
"What?" He snapped in a sharp tone.
You were momentarily caught off guard, the rain making you shiver slightly as you spoke." Uh…I came out here to tell you me and Stu are taking care of Cherri-"
"Who?" He demanded with a scrunched face.
"My dog!" You yelled over the rain. "We'll be 5 minutes max and then I'll get the garage door." You eyed him. "...I can let you into the garage now if you want!" Stu had the keys after all so unless he hotwired it, it should be fine.
"I'm fine." He growled out in a haughty tone.
You shook your head, hand still in your pocket over your gun in case. "We'll, you can come back in to get out of the rain-"
"I said, I'M FINE." He glared at you as he said it. "Now, go away. I'm done with you and every fucked up thing you drag into my life."
You started turning around half way before whipping back around. You had the upper hand here, you were the one with the gun, you were in the open under a bright utility light cascading everything in an orange-yellow warm hue. You glared back at him and got closer.
"Billy…Why can't you just stop being an asshole for once?"
He cracked a sarcastic, angry smile. "Oh? Am I being an asshole, Princess? Considering you're in one piece; I'd say I'm being a pretty nice guy."
You stared at him before shaking your head. Water dripping down your face, getting chilled and tired of his attitude towards you. "Whatever. Stay out here in the pouring rain pissed off at the world then!"
"I will. Most of all, at YOU." He remarked, glaring at you.
"Cool!" You gave with your own smart ass smirk his way and an A-okay hand gesture. "Have a nice fucking life."
You went to leave when he yelled at you. "Hey!" You turned to see him push against the tree to walk towards you. His hair slicked back with how wet it was. "I don't know what you think this is with me sparing your life but it's only to save my own ass from getting caught, alright?! So save your chummy bullshit for that simp in there."
"Sure. Whatever." You mumbled, going to turn around when he jerked you back towards him and you instantly gripped your gun, almost pulling it on him before he stared at it halfway out of your pocket then you. He raised his hand up in defense ever so slightly.
"...You gonna use that thing or just keep it as an accessory?"
"Same goes for you and that knife." You jabbed back.
"How about you remember who I am! I could kill you-"
You threw up your free hand. "I'm stopping you right there. I already heard this inside; I don't need to hear this again... God, at least Stu can be honest."
"Oh, and what's Stu Macher so honest about?" He mocked.
"He told me, Billy. He told me how he felt seeing me dead on the ground. I almost died and he was honest with me that that was what made him realize he gave a shit…But believe me, I'm well aware whatever you cared about years ago is ancient history. I was never a friend, I didn't know the real you, you had a minor crush and I was just a potential sexdoll for you to fool around with and leave had your plan went correctly. You don't have to give me a long rant as to why you don't care. I already know."
"Hey, who the fuck do you think you are to tell me how I feel or think?! Don't speak for me, ever!"
"So, what is it then?! Why suddenly is your knife not at my throat for every minor inconvenience? Why could you choke me last week but you grabbed my shirt instead tonight? That's all I'm asking before you go! We both know you keep dodging whatever reason it really is and I want to know." You gave him an even stare. "I'm smarter than that, Billy. We both know the media finding out and the risk of getting caught is only half of it. So, what's the other half?"
He scowled at you, his eyes burning a hole into you as the rain poured. "...I don't-"
He cut himself off as you stared back before he backed away, a slight panic in his eyes once more that you saw inside. His jaw tightened before he spat out. "I told you; it's not the right time so just drop it and head back inside before you get some fucking illness or something and die before I can kill you…Go!" He pointed to the house.
You stayed planted. "You aren't telling me what to do at my own house, Billy. You're not always in control whether you like it or not." He made a move and in turn you showed him half of your gun from your pocket just for him to walk towards you anyways. You went to raise it before he forced your arm down and stared back at you.
You glared at him, ready to kick him and shoot him if you had to…But nothing about his movements were threatening. He stared at you, seeming to want to say something. An open expression on his face rather than a glare.
You stared back at him and whispered. "You can't even control when I die. Why does my death have to be from you and only you? Answer that one for me. Isn't dead just dead? Weren't you happy to see me dead on the ground?"
He stared back, brows furrowed as he leaned in to whisper back. His dark eyes watching you intently, going back and forth in thought before said what was so heavily on his mind. "No…Because…I decided if I couldn't have you alive before you did what you did then I'd at least be the one to kill you…No one is taking the satisfaction away from me of finally watching that light leave your eyes. And your blood will be on my blade and only mine…You got that?"
Your eyes widened considerably at the admission before he shoved you away from himself. "Now get out of here. I'm done talking to you, to him-" He pointed to the house. "-And this entire fucked up situation…I'm coming for you one day, YN. When you least expect it. That's all you need to know. And for the record; no one you love is safe from me. I will make sure to save you dead last."
You didn't know what he expected of you but you couldn't help the dark chuckle escaping you as you fully put your gun back in your pocket. Clothes sticking to you with how wet they were.
He snarled in your direction before his features dropped as you spoke. "Ha, well!" You smiled a cold smile his way. "When that day comes, you know, the day you go back to being the guy I fought at Stu's that night; I hope you know I'll have a modest yet oddly human sized pond dug out back there. Might start tomorrow…. It'll be unfinished and I'm just going to decide halfway through to put all the dirt back and put a cement laid gazebo there instead. No one comes here. No one knows you exist…At least you'll have a burial plot in a sense. Mark deserves a plot, Sidney deserves a plot…Honestly, it's more kindness than you deserve. If I really was like you and Stu; I'd just dump you at a landfill." He watched you with a strange emotion as you lost the smile and shook your head at him. "Just because I might not want to kill you either doesn't mean I won't protect myself or my loved ones…The choice will be made by you."
You both stared at one another before you realized he wasn't going to ever give you a real reason. And maybe his logic really was the reason? Either way, you decided you had enough of the rain and him. "Goodbye, Billy."
With that, you left and made sure to be aware if he decided to try and attack you but he didn't. He just stood there in the rain watching you go.
Despite it all, the second you turned around you felt an uncomfortable pit form in your stomach. An uneasiness of how things were being left whether for your own safety or another reason. You weren't sure.
You went back up the stairs to see Stu watching you from the porch. You stopped mid step and said his name just for him to tell you. "....I think it's beyond time we get out of here. Got the keys?"
You faltered before checking your other pocket and nodding. You saw the look on Stu's face, how reserved he seemed as he uncharacteristically said nothing. Both of you walked before going past Billy to the garage. No one seemed to want to say a word as you unlocked the garage and opened it to reveal his car. Your CRV parked near the house for now.
Stu looked over at you and you saw the way he bit his inner cheek before shrugging as Billy got in the passenger side and shut the door. Clearly beyond his emotional limits to talk to you both.
"So nice of him to be a drowned rat soaking the seat of my car." He offered a smile that didn't reach his eyes before clearing his throat and looking down. "So…I guess this is goodbye." Stu quietly gave, sticking his hands in his pockets and frowning at the ground a moment.
"Yeah, it is…Goodbye Stu." You purposely made distance so he couldn't hug you. You didn't want his touch, you didn't want either of their presence; last week and every other memory too fresh in your mind.
He gave an accepting nod and got in as you watched him pull out before shutting and locking your garage back up. The rain dying down as it pattered off of his car. He waited in the driveway as you made your way to the house. Once you were halfway there, you heard his car's engine and tires going through gravel and water as he made his way down the road. You got to the porch and watched his tail lights disappear into the rainy night before heading around back and going back to your unlocked backdoor. The security system back up for the front one.
You got in and shut the door, quickly punching in your code to lock everything once more before using the deadbolt you rarely relied on this time as well. You slumped against the door and closed your eyes. You felt your lip wobble as you took a long shaky breath before seeing Cherri hobble in. Picking up her bandaged paw. To your amazement it was completely wrapped. You didn't expect her to let Stu do that and just figured he left it up to you while you argued with Billy.
You looked to see their wet and muddy shoe prints in the kitchen. Some vase on the ground in the hallway that was big enough to not worry about Cherri stepping on but still needed cleaned. It was bizarre to think 20 minutes ago you were all arguing in the living room and now they were gone and you may or may not ever see them again. You should jump up and down for joy but something in you just couldn't. You picked yourself up and walked to the living room to brush the vase pieces out of the way with your shoe and to take your coat off as you slipped off your shoes as well. You set your gun on the table and started pulling at your coat sleeves when you saw Stu's note.
You paused, staring at it and feeling your gaze soften.
'Think of me once in a while as much as I'll think of you.
I'll always love you ♡'
A crudely drawn heart and all. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him throwing that word around so easily. At him not able to just leave a number like a normal rational person. Of all the bullshit and emotional manipulation he was constantly doing…And yet, you felt your eyes water. Because maybe if they hadn't done what they had, if they didn't have the horrible sides to them you saw last week, if you were honest maybe…Just maybe.
"I hate you." You mouthed to yourself as you felt yourself suck in a choked gasp of air. Cherri laid beside you as you crumbled to the floor in a wet heap. Face in your hands. Quietly feeling tears in your eyes as you just sat there to take it all in. "I hate you both."
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"I hate her." Billy muttered to himself. Eyes still burning from earlier which just soured his mood even more. He flinched when he heard sniffling beside him. Slowly turning his head to see Stu furiously wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
"...Man, are you crying?"
"N-No!...Yes…Yeah, so what if I fucking am?!" He smacked his steering wheel and growled out low in his throat. "It's all your fault anyways, man. What genius idea was it to break in?! As if her trust in me wasn't bad enough!"
"Oh, as if grabbing her from behind was intelligent. Besides, we both had questions and we got answers. You actually think she would have opened the damn door for us?"
"Yeah, well maybe I didn't want to know those answer's. Ever think of that? No! You only think of yourself you Cold…Slimy…Pretentious Fuck." Stu sneered out as he sniffed hard and wiped his nose with his t-shirt.
"Didn't think you knew the word pretentious."
"Go fuck yourself."
Billy sat there a moment, staring him down as he drove on the curvy road down the hillside. Woods on either side of them. Stu went to say something but relented. Shaking his head with a bitter chuckle that died off in his throat.
"...What, Stu? What is it that you want to get out so badly because I'm not doing this shit the next 2 hour drive."
"Alright, I'll say it. I had a chance with her and you couldn't stand it. You didn't want to kill her until I admitted liking her, you were so pissed at me at Windsor for helping her after she helped me-" Billy shook his head with a humorless chuckle as Stu ranted. "And you've been a jealous, bitter bitch while we've been together this whole time. It eats you alive that me and her had something and you're fucking ALONE."
"Bite me. I'm not bitter-"
Stu didn't let him speak. "The hell you aren't, man! Just admit you love her too and get it over with!"
Billy finally felt his temper snap at that. "I don't fucking love her, idiot! Just because your desperate. She's nothing but a two faced, weak ass, nagging female that needs knocked down a few pegs."
Stu gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Don't say that shit about her man. Not right now. Not to me." He warned with an aggressive frown.
"Oh or what? You want to pull over and fight about it?"
Stu smacked his steering wheel again. "God damn it, Billy! Just fucking admit it! I saw your face! You were just as devastated as I was!"
Billy shoved back into his seat. "You didn't see shit. It was dark, cum rag."
"Not dark enough, douche novel." Stu mocked. "You can't kill her because you know just as well as I do that things are different now! Admit it!"
Billy grabbed the console and turned to fully glare at Stu. "Fine, will it shut you the fuck up the rest of the ride?! Things are different! I talked to her ass for the first time in 3 years and if we're being really fucking technical then 5 years since we had a decent conversation. She's changed. She's different. She's even more of a challenge now. When I saw her dead? Truly thought that stupid bitch finally kicked the bucket? I had no purpose anymore, alright?! For 5 fucking years my life was hunting her down and getting revenge and now I don't know what to do because for some dumbass reason after that I can't bring my knife to her and it pisses me the FUCK OFF because I'm that same pathetic kid that couldn't kill her in that backyard! Okay?! Is this what you want, cock jockey? Is this what you're all begging of me to get off my chest tonight?!"
Stu nodded throughout the rant as Billy barely took a breath. A strange laugh escaping Stu. "Yeah. Yeah, Billy. That's exactly the shit I want to hear so I can lay my head down tonight and know I was right and you give a shit about her too so we can finally just come to terms with things here!" He paused and added. "And you're a fine one to talk, cocksucker-"
Stu swerved the second Billy tried to hit him while trying to drive before shoving Billy off. His hand going right into Billy's sternum as a strangled cry escaped the brunette and he grabbed at his front with a pained expression. Stu gave an arrogant smirk before gasping as Billy smacked him in the ribs that were bandaged.
Stu stopped the car, groaning in pain before Billy spoke up again first. "My…Fuck…My god damn feelings towards this situation is none of your business, dickhead! None! Yeah, something weird has happened and I hate it but that doesn't mean I'm begging and slobbering for her like you are and I never fucking will. She's a pain in my ass that for whatever reason I can't kill right now. Maybe one day I'll get over it and do what needed done years ago."
Stu glared at him. "You touch her and I'll kill you. Because whatever friendship we had, if we had it at all besides relieving some tension once in a while, is nonexistent compared to how I feel about her…Despite her going to cops again, she's not being killed. I'm not letting you near her."
Billy eyed him. "Don't worry. You're still hyper fixated and the second she becomes boring to you; you'll be ready to kill her too...It's not anytime soon so stop showing your teeth. Your Master's safe for now…Now, put this shit in drive and take me to my town."
Stu glared at him while putting it in drive before looking back at the road. Driving away into the night to go their separate ways in a few hours.
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"Dewey? Are you coming to bed?"
"Y-Yeah!...In a little bit, Gale."
Dewey sat at his desk, the door locked as he hunched over the desk with the lamp shining on what he was looking at. He stared down at it with scrunched eyes and a worried look. His mouth twitched into a frown under his mustache as he held it in his fingers.
There in his hand was a photo of you and two men getting out of your car. It was found in the motel next to yours where Neil was hiding out at. He confiscated it to preserve your reputation because as if the media needed to shame you more. Your private life was none of their business…It wasn't his either but he just couldn't stop staring at it. He didn't dare ask you either or show Randy.
It should have been nothing. You were a young woman but…He still didn't like the idea of plural men being in a car with you and he felt icky thinking of WHAT you were doing with them. Enough to make him drop the photo on the desk and grimace with a shiver. You were like his little sister and he'd have the same reaction with Tatum if she had two strange men in her car going to her motel room.
Then he looked at it again. 'No, YN wouldn't do that. She's too smart to invite two random men to her motel during all this…She wouldn't anyways…Would she?' He thought as he picked it backup to stare at it. He could only see a side profile of the taller one as you had on your shades and laughed at something he said…But the shorter brunette he had a clear shot of.
Medium dark brown hair half swooped back but stray bangs fell on either side of his face randomly, a scruffy goatee, high cheekbones on a slender and soft featured face and a small straight nose. What got him the most were the eyes. Distinctive dark eyes that observed his surroundings…They looked so much like.
He smacked the photo down and turned it over at the thought. He felt sick…No. Never in a million years. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher were dead and you would not have given them a ride even if they weren't!
He didn't like the idea of you being with two strange men that you didn't tell him or Randy about doing god knows what but he absolutely refused to entertain the crazy idea he and Gale used to argue so much about…'Maybe they just needed a ride?' He reasoned even though that wasn't much better. Especially with a killer on the loose. He knew you were only 23 and 23 year olds are still learning but he expected better of you.
He'd barely slept since finding this. The uncanny resemblance to Billy Loomis so strong and the talker one looking like that Dennis Rafkin guy that looked so much like his character as Stu Macher…What were you doing with Dennis? And who was the other man? What were you thinking in general and what other secrets did you have?
" Dewey, why is the door locked?"
Dewey jumped and quickly put the photo in an envelope and then inside a book he knew no one would read then in a drawer. Something about this ate him alive but he couldn't tell Gale. He felt horrible but he didn't feel right telling his fiance. Not after you both just made up.
"C-Coming, honey!" He gave, already pulling out the pet names before she wiggled the door handle.
"Dewey Riley, open this-"
He quickly opened it for her to be in a short, silky night dress with a raised brow.
"U-Uh sorry sweetie, I just needed to fill out some things."
"Like what? Dewey, I don't like secrets already in the relationship."
"Well, it's embarrassing but…Forget it."
"No, go on."
He rubbed the back of his neck with a cringe. "I was…Looking into joining the force again."
She looked surprised. "Oh."
"Forget it! It's dumb. Why would they want an ex deputy that's now a useless-"
"Hey, don't say that about yourself. Don't ever say that."
He sighed with a deep frown. "...That has more disabilities than what the average precinct is willing to put up with?"
She grabbed him and pulled him towards her. "Dewey, I think it's an amazing idea. You don't belong in Hollywood or Paris or New York…I think you should reapply at Woodsboro."
"...Really? But my record there-"
She smiled up at him. "Yes, forget it! You said it, Woodsboro feels real. I don't know what I was doing all these years chasing fame when the most important thing was right here."
Dewey smiled softly at her and brushed her hair from her face. "Gale…"
"Besides, I kind of like the idea of Deputy Dewey again. It's sexy." She smiled with hooded eyes, leaning into him as he chuckled.
"Yeah?" He quirked a mischievous smirk. "Are you a law abiding citizen?"
Gale giggled and stepped back to show off how short her dress was. "Me? Oh no. I've got secrets. I'm a bad, bad girl officer. What are you gonna do to me for being so bad?"
Dewey felt himself thinking of his own secret now.
"Uh, DEWEY?" Gale scoffed as he shook himself and grabbed her with a grin as she laughed.
"Well, sounds like you're under house arrest. Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law." Dewey went to pick Gale up and faltered. Gale gave him a sympathetic look but Dewey just sucked in a breath and forced himself to struggle with his bad arm to use all his strength for his good arm and leg to hold her up princess style. The nerve damage is not as bad but still very much there.
Gale gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're amazing, Dewey…Now, I believe the handcuffs for me are…That way." She motioned to the bedroom as they kissed while he quickly got her there as fast as he could before he might drop her.
The photo that was now a secret he wished he could ask you but couldn't. It was momentarily pushed aside but still lingering in his mind nonetheless.
…What secrets were you keeping from him and Randy?