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your alibi┊ julie x ghostface

Las Vegas, Nevada, 1989
June 16th, 5.34pm

The air was hot. Unbearably hot. But after living in Ormond, every place felt like the Amazon Basin. Damn was Julie happy to finally be out of this shithole. Even if she had to sacrifice a lot to get here.

With a sigh, she looked through the big window of her living room, gazing at the buildings of the city below her. Vegas had been worth it. Now she had finally been able to build a new life for herself and leave Ormond behind her as she had always wanted. Julie didn't like to remember those old days. Not because of the crimes they had committed and the wrong they had done, oh no, because she had been so goddamn naive. She had been a stupid girl who just let herself be impressed and influenced by some stupid guy. But now he was behind bars, probably for the rest of his life.

It probably was for the best, Julie thought, as she flopped down on her soft sofa and turned on the TV. She hoped for some distraction from her everyday stress: although she loved her job as a journalist, some circumstances didn't make it easy for her as of late.

So she turned on the news, but in the last few days, there had been only one big topic, filling the headlines of every magazine and talk show: Ghostface. She was so fed up with this alias. Having exclusive information about this guy was worth gold, but somehow someone always beat her to it.

It annoyed the blonde immensely; serial killers and true crime had always been her passion and it was her biggest dream to report on such a big case, but here it was almost impossible. Too much competition. Groaning with annoyance, she changed the program and let an irrelevant soap run. But just when Julie had found a little distraction and peace, her phone suddenly rang.

She got up, walked to the small table, and picked up the receiver. She expected it to be her boss, who usually expected her to fill in for a colleague, but that was not the case.

"Jules," said the voice on the other end she knew all too well. "Damn it, Frank. How did you get my number? Did Susie give it to you?" Julie asked in an aggressive whispering tone.

She was sure he didn't get the number from Susie. She was way too loyal to do that, and after all, the girls were still best friends. Julie knew she had been no angel herself, which made her all the happier that the pink-haired girl was still supporting her after everything that happened.

"Nah, Joey got it from Susie and I got it from him. But it doesn't matter anyway. We really need to talk. What happened-"

Julie didn't let her ex-boyfriend finish. She knew what he was going to say anyway, and she couldn't and wouldn't listen to it. There were reasons why she broke contact with him. "No, Frank. There's no reason to talk to you. Farewell," she answered coldly and snappishly, whereupon she quickly hung up the phone.

The blonde took a deep breath before turning around and heading back to her couch. But just before she managed to sit down, the phone rang again. So Julie turned around and picked up one more time.

- "Damn it, Julie, you know I only have a limited number of calls in jail! C'mon! Talk to me!"

- "The fuck I will, asshole!"

The phone dropped into the socket with a loud clang. Damn, why couldn't this fucker just leave her alone? He'd already done enough damage. But just as Julie was calming down again, the phone rang another time. Julie let out an annoyed yell before picking up, "Do you want me to spell it out for you?! Leave me the fuck alone, Frank! I never want to deal with you again in my goddamn life! Now piss off!"

Furiously, the receiver once again found its place in the socket. Julie's body seethed with anger, unaware that it hadn't been her ex-boyfriend on the other end this time...