StAlKeRs

Fourteen

I didn't say anything for a couple minutes while I controlled my breathing, and got my heart to stop pounding into my ribs. "He's outside warming up the hot tub," I said. My voice was still a little shaky as I spoke. "What the hell are you doing there?" Be asked, his voice was a low growl. The panic I had been feeling was slowly turning into anger. "Why the fuck do you care?" I asked. I could hear him let out a low growl, I had pissed him off. "Because I wanted to be the one to gut you like I gutted your mother."

Ouch.

I felt that crazy laughter I had let out a year ago In the Macher's kitchen, as I bled out, it was bubbling out of me. He pissed me off so much that it literally made me crazy. "Oh, Billy. Billy. Billy. Stu's not going to kill me," I said in amusement. "And what makes you think that? Hmm? He'll do anything I tell him to," he mocked. "Correction. He'll do anything I tell him to do. See, Billy you might have once been able to manipulate him, get him to do all the dirty work while you sat on the side lines, phone in hand.

Sure you killed Himbry and hung him from the goal post, good for you. You killed Tatum by yourself but let's face it that wasn't hard. You shot Randy but failed to kill him. Stu on the other hand-- he killed both Steve and Casey, but them both, and then you helped hang Casey from a tree. He was the one to slit Gale's cameraman's throat, he was the one to make sure my father couldn't get away, and had him locked up in his house. And sure he stabbed me, the girl he claimed to love. But you didn't really do shit did you? No. But that was your plan wasn't It? Get Stu to do all the heavy lifting so then when everything was said and done you could turn on him.

Your plan, the plan that you thought was full proof, crashed down hard when you came through Sidney's window the night Stu attacked us in our house. You thought you could get away with it, didn't want to believe Stu when he told you I wouldn't trust you. You didn't like that he was right, that I didn't trust you when you crawled in through the window only seconds after Stu disappeared. So you had to make it right somehow. You used your one phone and called him to tell him to call Sid at Tatum's house as the killer. You thought if the killer called her there she would start to question her decision on pointing her finger at you.

"You knew your plan was falling apart. You knew it was full over holes. So even if you had been able to kill me, Sid and our dad, you would have turned on Stu. You made a new plan and didn't let him in on it. That's why you stabbed him so many times, why you stabbed him as deep as you did, you wanted him to slowly bleed out. You wanted to pin it all on him and make yourself the only survivor. But that plan failed too because you weren't prepared for how strong me and Sidney actually are. You're fucking pathetic. Stalking Sidney there at Windsor, only thirty minutes away. I bet you want to kill that Derek guy just because he has something you'll never get back.

You're probably even jealous of Stu because he actually has a chance of getting me back, even though I'll never forgive him. Sidney would never consider that and that pissed you off. It pissed you off that she isn't fucked in the head like I am. You're pissed off because you're in love with her no matter how much you deny it. But you won't kill anyone, not yet. No, you'll wait, come up with a plan, and you'll make sure this plan is absolutely perfect. You'll wait until I get there then you'll find a way to turn Stu against me, and that's when you'll attack.

"You really are pathetic. Nothing but a fucked up, pansy-ass, mama's boy. Poor you. Mommy left because she didn't want you anymore. Your father finally gave her a reason to escape. You really should see a fucking therapist."

I could hear his heavy breathing, the low, rumbling growl that was deep in his chest. I could picture the red shade of his face as the anger rolled off of him. I could see his whole body shaking, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the phone, the pupils of his eyes blown wide with rage and loathing, the murderous look that would kill if looks could kill. His jaw clenched so tight that you would fear his teeth would shatter under the pressure. Then it all came bursting out of him, the anger over took him as he screamed so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear.

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU HEAR ME?! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!"

"Babe?" I looked up to see Stu standing there, looking at me. He definitely heard Billy screaming through the phone. I set the phone down on the counter, walked towards him, stopped, looked up and said, "The phones for you." He looked down at me, eyebrows scrunched together, "what did you say to him?" He asked. I shook my head, forced tears to swell in my eyes, and said, "Nothing. As soon as he figured out it was me-- I don't know-- he just went off." Then I walked to the stairs that lead down the basement.

Fucking Christ! What the fuck was that?! I must really have a fucking death wish to talk to fucking Billy Loomis like that! The dudes a fucking unhinged, psychopath for fuck sake!

I could hear Stu trying to calm Billy down as I stood in the next room, listening to see what he said. "Man, you need to calm down! I didn't fucking tell her shit!" He was starting to get pissed. "I fucking told you I wanted to get her back, man." I could hear the faint noise of Billy screaming through the phone. I had really hit a nerve. I had no doubt that he would try and kill me no matter what. "You want to kill Sid, fine! But don't fucking touch y/n!" Stu yelled. I took the chance to look around the corner at him. He had a tight grip in the phone, his face turning red from how angry he was. "Yes! Yes, Billy, I fucking love her! I'm fucking in love with her! Don't act like you don't feel the same way about Sidney! Go calm your ass down before you attract attention to yourself!" He yelled then slammed the phone down.

I slowly stepped back into the kitchen, my bottom lip between my teeth, gaze casted down. "I'm sorry," I whispered. I knew something in my head wasn't right. Especially since I fucking agreed to come here with a fucking psychopath! But knowing how easily I could play the scared, innocent girl and manipulate a man-- it felt great. And it wasn't exactly all that hard to do that with Stu. He was like puddy in my hands. "No, baby, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" He asked as he walked over to me. I nodded my head and then for the first time in a year, I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his bare chest. My head went all fuzzy when his arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer.

Yes. Maybe for just one weekend I could pretend everything was normal. I could pretend that the past two years never happened and we were like any other couple. We were just a normal couple on a weekend trip to be alone together. Maybe I should be the one to see a fucking theripitst.