All I Wanted [SCREAM 2]

Chapter 8

I sat uncomfortably in the hospital waiting room chairs, watching my people come and go to be interrogated by the police. Apparently, a girl was murdered at The Omega Beta Zeta Sorority. The police haven't given any information out yet but there was no doubt in my mind that she was murdered, too.

Mickey exited the room that police were taking people in, his eyes immediately landing on me. Sympathy crossed his face but I looked away to avoid any tears from spilling. This was the first time in hours that I'd stop crying.

I ignored Mickey as he sat down next to me and I ignored his heavy gaze.

"How you doin'?" He asked, gently touching my knee. "You alright?"

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms, "What do you think?"

"Come on," He laughed. "You're nicer to me than that..."

"Sorry," I sighed. There was a moment of silence until I sat up. "You know... I knew this was coming?"

Mickey waited for me to continue.

"A part of me doesn't want to believe it, but with what happened last night and everything lately..." I trailed off. "At least I know I'm not crazy."

"You were never crazy, sweets," Mickey said. I looked at him, our faces merely inches apart. We stared at each other for a long time, his eyes darting to my lips for split seconds. I drew in another sigh and pulled away, looking at Derek in the hospital room. Sidney was next to him, her hand never linking away from his.

"Derek could have been killed," My voice cracked. "It's my fault-"

"But..." Mickey cut me off. "He wasn't... He's fine. He just needs to realize the 90s is no time to play hero... Why would anyone go back in that house anyway?"

Mickey managed to make me smile but that last line made my heart jerk.

I don't remember Mickey being there when I was attacked.

Randy was barely around the day after everything happened. He had his shift at work but my manager gave me time off for the time being, just until everything blows over. Which sucks, because I need him now more than ever.

Instead, I get two lousy Windsor police detectives following me like a ball and chain. I had Mickey by my side at least.

"Are these guys going to follow you everywhere?" He looked behind him.

All four of us were walking the campus grounds since I couldn't find the motivation to go to class. Not like I would be focused anyway. The men were about ten feet behind us.

"Yeah..." I laughed but there was no humor behind it. "I mean it's nice. Having two somewhat cute guys look after me," I shrugged and look back at the detectives. They were decent.

"What?" Mickey laughed too. "You mean Randy and I aren't enough?"

"Mickey!"

"I mean, I get it. One of us has to make up for being the cute one," He held his hand under his chin, as if he were posing. We both sat on a bench, but I shoved him off.

"Not funny," I said. "I love Randy very much and he is very cute."

The brunette readjusted himself on the seat, sitting close.

"C'mon, sweets," He said. "I mean don't you think it's a little weird that he hasn't been around lately?"

"What are you implying?"

"Nothing, nothing," He held up his hands defensively. "I just think-"

"What Mickey? Tell me exactly what you think," I stared at him with accusing eyes. He scrunched away in fear but I remained silent.

"Nothing.... I mean he's been the innocent victim the first time around but don't you think it's a little suspicious with how much he's been gone?" Mickey lowered his voice. "I mean... Maybe he's been teaming up with that ex of yours, Stu... That's why he's been avoiding you and why you're seeing-"

Before I realized it I had slapped Mickey across the face. I stood up from the bench, fury coursing through my veins.

"How dare- ugh!" I gripped tightly onto my purse and stormed away. Mickey tried to yell after me but the sound died out quickly. Maybe the detectives do come in handy.

I didn't know where I was walking but I was determined to get away from Mickey. I wasn't even sure if the detectives could keep up with me. I didn't care.

How dare he accuse Randy of even... It was unthinkable. Randy hated Stu. They always did. There was no reason for him to do this.

The sound of heels on concrete broke my train of thought. They were walking quickly, trying to match my speed. I looked behind me to see a reporter, a woman with short brown hair holding onto a tiny notebook.

"(Y/n) (L/n)?" The woman asked, I hesitantly nodded but kept my pace. "Hi, Debbie Salt."

"Uh-"

"I've been trying to get in contact with you all day, mind if I ask a few questions?"

"I really don't think I should.."

"Please? Just a moment of your time?" She jumped in front of me, both hands in the air. I let out a huff, waiting for her to speak.

"You have thirty seconds."

Her eyes widened in joy and looked down at her notepad, "So there's word floating around that the recent murders are because of a copycat, any comment? Do you think instead it's Stu Macher?"

"I... I'm sorry it's what?" I inclined my head. "Copycats?"

"Yes, Gale Weathers figured it out just this morning."

"I had no idea... I assumed it was..." I looked to the side. "I have to go."

I scurried away from the woman, leaving her in the dust. I needed to be alone.