You were alone again after your friends left. You had taken a shower as well as changing yourself in your room. You returned to the bathroom to brush your teeth, using the faucet to rinse your mouth since you forgot to bring a glass upstairs. You gazed at the mirror as your eyes connected with the other person.
"The nerve of that guy, right?"
Finished, you cleaned the sink. "I don't know what you are talking about." You tried to shrugged it off.
His expression appeared more serious. "Don't lie to me."
You ignored, hiding the nervousness creeping up inside you. "Just because you're my dad doesn't mean I have to listen to you. I mean, you weren't there for seventeen years and asked me to not lie to you? Like you didn't."
"And what about Sidney?" A smile creeping on his lips again.
You were about to question him when your mother's voice called you from downstairs. Speaking of which. You could deciphered panic in her tone.
"I'm in my room, mom!" You exclaimed to her. She walked up the stairs and appeared in the doorway after you left the bathroom, not wanting to see your hallucinations at the same time.You sat on your bed and she did the same. "I'm sorry I have being away more than I wanted to." She told you with a sad smile on her face, but you knew your mother felt really bad about it, especially with a killer on the loose.
"It's okay."
"How are you feeling?" You had being alone and close to being killed.
"Good, I think."
No matter how many time you thought about what you learned, you didn't know how to approach the subject. "But...why would you never told me who my father was?" Your voice was a murmur.
"What?" She heard it and she was scared that Gale was right.
Your heart hache, feeling betrayed for so many years for something that could have given you a little bit of informations during your seventeen years. But you had to find it yourself, and it hurt. "Why did you never admit who my father was?" You detached yourself from the bed, tears in your eyes. "Like having visions of other people and hallucinations from a man with a bloody shirt isn't trouble enough!?"
Sidney tried to walk to you. "Y/N, what are you talking about?" Then it hit her. When you were younger, you always were looking away from what was really happening in the present. Sometimes your expression changing for no reason. Scared, confused, anything. For the mirror she was terrified what you meant by a man with a bloody shirt, but she had an idea and understood now why you had broken the mirror. "Y/N..." She places her hands comfortably on your shoulders. "I just wanted to-"
"To what?" You interrupted her. "Protect me from the truth? Or that I look so much like Billy Loomis?!" You repeated what you read in your mother journal.
"Y/N, please listen to me. I just didn't want you to live what I live because of him and Stu Macher. They killed everyone I cared about. Your grandmother, Tatum, Randy...I didn't want you to meet the same fate."
"It wouldn't have matter!" You exclaimed. "I wanted to know! But I had to listen to some wannabe killer to learn about it!"
"You what?" She asked in disbelief.
The house phone, that was still on your nightstand, rang suddenly. You approached to grab the device, but your mother beat you to it. She looked almost scared to respond. "Hello, who is it?"
"Hello, Sidney." Her eyes widened. She wanted to hung up but the voice at the other end knew what she was ready to do. "Oh, no. You know the rule. You don't hang up." She felt like vomiting everytime he said her name. Sidney looked at you, hoping you were alright. You were still angry at her, and you had a good reason to be by being hid a part of your life.
"What do you want, your fucker?" She bit out.
"I want to see her. Does Y/N wants to see me too?"
You could hear the call between the two, not moving.
"You better leave her alone. She has nothing to do with this."
"Nonono, Sidney. What part didn't you understand? I want to see my daughter, whether you like it or not."
Sidney's heart was beating uncontrollably. She looked at you, you were confused but slowly putting the pieces together. Your father had being Ghostface. He was the one who talked to you, and he was the one talking to your mother. You were still scared to be related to a sociopath but, deep inside you, you wanted to see him, not as the killer, but as your father. The father you didn't have during your seventeen years.
"And I am telling you you'll never see her!"
Your cellphone vibrated in your pocket and you picked it up. Someone had texted you a message and this someone was Max.
Max / 18h45
We found something you have to see, Y/N. Meet me and Sasha at 261 Turner Ln. We'll meet tonight at 23h.You looked at the message, than your mom as she was still "talking" on the phone. You were really curious what your friends found out but it would be difficult to sneak up in the middle of the night, especially with the curfew.
Why did they want you to meet so late at night?
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In your Blood
HorrorSidney thought she killed Billy, she was sure of it. But when she is living a normal life again with Y/N together, she wasn't thrilled about the nightmares and hallucinations her daughter was having since her childhood. What Sidney wasn't prepared w...