BREAKING THE CHAIN | fear street trilogy

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⌜PART TWO⌟

⤷ TEN; the past ⤶

ARRIVING AT A STRANGERS HOUSE with the intent of breaking into said house was slightly nerve wracking for the group who tried their best to ignore the demonic screams from the trunk of Josies car. 

"So we're really doing this?" Marie mutters as she crouches next to Josie who clutched her side. "I mean can't we just knock on the door?" 

"Honestly you make an incredible point Rie." Josie states before turning to Deena with a smirk. "Tell us why we're crouching like raccoons dee. If you haven't noticed I'm kind of bleeding out here." 

Deena groans as she pulls the only window that was left up, before turning to her friends. "She wouldn't answer the call, you really think she'll answer the door." By the time she had finished her sentence, the window was fully opened. 

The dark kitchen was illuminated by their many flashlights, deena was half way through the window when she was suddenly yanked down. A woman screaming in her face.

"We called you!" C. Berman stares at her with a shocked expression before turning her attention to her barely visible brother and friends who stared back with apologetic expressions. 

"Why the hell would you come here?" She demanded answers from an out of breath deena, who stares up at the red head who lowered her knife.

TAKING THE HESITANT woman to Josies car to show her the tragedy that was Samantha Fraser, who laid tied with a phone cord wrapped around her. The growls of whatever demon had taken over her body made the woman flinch as she stumbled away from the car. 

"You really shouldn't have come here." She told them before rushing towards her home with a terrified expression. "You can't stop her, it's too late. Run as fast as you can and get the hell away from me." 

Desperate as she stared back at her girlfriend who struggled in her binds. "I can't do that. She can't die, she means everything to me." Deena told her in a pleading tone, her brown eyes watering at the woman's hesitant figure. "I love her, surely you have loved someone you were willing to die for."

"Please...." 

Sighing in sympathy as she stares into the girls eyes before muttering "Fine but you keep her from Major Tom." She walks back towards her house where the friends stood watching their whole interaction. Looking at the blood stains on Josies face, the woman reached her hand down to Josie. 

"Come on, let's get you bandaged and cleaned." 

The look of bewilderment as she locks eyes with the brown eyed teen who was oblivious to her looks. Pulling Josie to stand, her eyes racking over her face not realising her eyes began tearing up.

As the Johnson siblings and JJ tie a possessed fighting cheerleader to the water heater in Ziggy's bathroom, the rest of their friends sat on the couch. Rie watching with worried eyes as her friend closes her eyes before leaning against a cushion in pain. 

For the the next couple of minutes, Josie sat silently in pain as she felt Ziggy wiping the blood off of her. Luckily the bleeding had stopped for now but the pain was obviously still there. 

As Ziggy wraps a large bandage around her torso, she couldn't help the words that left her mouth. "You look almost identical to someone I once knew." Opening her eyes with a confusion expression.

"Who?" Josie watches as the grief fills the blue eyes of Ziggy Berman. "It doesn't matter, she's gone now."

"Fuck" Josie groaned as Ziggy tightened the bandage. "Shit my bad El-" Ziggy cut herself off as she stood up abruptly. "I'll go and get you another t-shirt." Ziggy went off into another room just as the siblings and JJ entered.

Seconds later she returned with a random band tee and a light coloured sweater, passing it to Josie who slowly stood before making her way to the next room. Sliding the clothes on, listening to her friends speak to the older woman. 

"Sam 2.0 is locked in the bathroom, so she can't get out." JJ huffed tiredly as his eyes swept the room in worry. "Where's Jo?" He asked his girlfriend who pointed to the direction she walked in. 

"I'm here Jay." Josie responded as she came out of the room with a more upbeat expression. Sam's growls echoing the house making her shudder as she sat next to JJ.

"Take a seat." Ziggy told the remaining teens who quickly feel onto the nearby couches. Her hands grasping an old book, flipping through it with a sigh. "In shadyside, the past is never in the past. It never will be."

She flipped through a few more pages before landing on a picture. Three young teenagers in front of a sign, two with smiles the other with a frown.

"This was July twelfth, summer of 1978." She struggled saying the words as she showed them the picture. "The first day of camp."

One of the girls looked, almost identical to Josie. Though the girl in the photo had no tattoos and her hair was a beautiful blonde with straight hair, the group all stare wide eyed at the picture with their mouths gaped open.

"A week later my sister and best friend were dead." She placed the picture down on the ground as she began relaying every single detail from her memories of the terrible night that had haunted her ever since.

Josie stared at the women whose face held nothing but pain and anger, as if she wished she could have just forgotten everything.

IF ONLY SHE COULD HAVE FORGOTTEN, THEN MAYBE LIFE WOULD HAVE BEEN SIMPLER.