Sequels Suck

Chapter 12

"I thought I'd make a call before it's too late." He mumbled. "Considering I won't be able to talk much with my knife slicing you open." 

Your shoulders tensed as you tried keeping your voice from wobbling. "And why do you want to talk to me at all? I thought I was dead to you both." 

"Oh, you are. Maybe I'm just curious how you'd react...Enjoy the party last night? Heard it was killer." 

"Yeah, it was really fun running for my life. Even the trip to the hospital was awesome." You deadpanned, blinking away tears trying to form in your tired eyes. 

You could practically see his smirk in your head. He hummed to himself, acting like this was just a casual phone call. "You looked...Like a whole new person last night." 

"So do you and Stu." 

He sighed nonchalantly. "Yeah well, a scar and being a wanted murderer will do that to you." He chuckled. "Girls love the scar though. Helps my image." 

"Of what? A walking red flag?" You jeered.

"Fuunnnyy. And what did those clothes do for you last night? Looks like hanging out with Tatum rubbed off on you...I didn't take you for a skank like her-" 

"DON'T-" You interrupted him with a hiss. "Don't you ever call her that. Or me. You don't even know me!" 

"You're right, I don't. I thought I did but I was wrong. It's one of the only times I was truly wrong about someone." 

You blinked repeatedly at the words and his bitter tone.

He continued. "I recognized that belt...It was Tatum's. She wore it all the time. Did you raid her closet in your grief or what?" 

"It was a gift." You gave with an edge to your voice. "She would be proud as hell that I wore it. I looked damn good in it too. Ask Stu." 

He huffed on the other line. "Stu likes anyone as long as they have a rack or a nice ass. As for Stu's makeover; he listened to one of my favorite bands one freakin 'time and thinks he's Sid Vicious or something. Whatever. As long as we don't get noticed, I don't give a shit." 

You heard Stu give a come back but couldn't quite make it out. Billy continued, seeming to ignore whatever Stu was saying. You heard him sigh and shuffle around on the other line. 

"Honestly, you fit right in with your current preppy trust fund friends. Congratulations on being generic. Your lil boyfriend Derek looks like barbie's total wet dream douc-" 

"Is there a point to this other than throwing weak middle school insults my way?!" 

You gritted your teeth as you heard him give an arrogant chuckle through the phone. "Just wanted to remind you how close you are to death. One last kind gesture to call up your folks and tell them your funeral arrangements."

You felt your eyes burn with a glare on your face. "Oh, how generous of you." You ran a hand over your head and felt the pit of frustration building in your stomach. "Well it can be on my fucking tombstone that it took two of you to kill me. I was in platforms and still beat your sorry ass to the door. Bet you're sore from colliding with a damn chair and lamp, huh?...And why didn't you kill Derek? It's not like you to half ass anything." 

He was quiet on the other line. You mumbled.  "...Stu paid me a visit last night before the attack..Meanwhile, you vanished from the party right before I got a knife happy psycho after me." You leaned forward in your seat as you spoke. "I know it was you in the mask, Billy. There's no denying it was you. It wouldn't shock me if Stu killed Cici and then you took turns to try to get me."