𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 ~ 𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 '𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙡

~ 𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 ~

"Billy disappeared and now we know why", he glanced at Billy for a moment before his eyes turned to rest on the attractive blonde. "But you, you weren't around", he continued. "Maybe we should've been looking at you instead".

She carefully picked up another blueberry and calmly popped it into her mouth before turning to face Randy with a bone chilling look. "What are you saying exactly? That I'm a murderer? That I'm some sort of mastermind?" She chuckled without mirth. She suddenly stopped and stared at him dead in the eyes. "Get real, how stupid do you think I am?"

~

"You go ahead", she smiled at Billy. "I'm going to need a minute".

He stopped walking. "Are you alright?" He appeared to be worried about her, he had a right to be, after all that they had done. She needed a breather.

"I'm perfectly fine, just need to fix myself a bit. I want to look presentable".

His eyes examined her appearance meticulously, there was nothing out of the ordinary. "You look fine". He paused and sighed. "I get it, you need a minute. I'll see you inside?"

She nodded her head once.

"Alright, don't be too long".

"I won't be, I'll be right behind you". She smiled. "Go on, there's a whole ass party waiting for you inside, you really don't want to miss it".

He chuckled. "I guess not". He turned on his heel and walked away at an average pace.

She held in a breath for what seemed like forever. She needed one damn minute to herself, to gather her thoughts, realign her incentives, figure out her next moves. Just one damned minute.

She exhaled heavily and looked around to make sure that there was no one skulking around in the vicinity. When she was sure that not a living soul dared to breath the same air as hers, she sighed and a scowl found its way onto her face. This is a fucking disaster, she thought to herself. She had incriminated herself more than enough, she was an accessory to murder. She helped get rid of a body, frame another individual, and assist in another murder. She was doomed if any of them decided to squeal. Motherfucker. Was there even an exit strategy at this point? Was it even possible? Maybe she could keep her mouth shut, pack up all her belongings and just get the hell out of dodge. That could work. What else could she do? She hadn't thought about this before, the thought never crossed her mind. She was chained to Billy, chained to the rest of them, for the rest of eternity. Was Billy Loomis really worth it?

"Fuck!" She cursed out loud as she faced the moon and the foggy sky. "Motherfucker!"

She could not think about this right now, not in this moment. There was a party waiting for her, just for her. It felt like some sort of celebration, celebrating a job well done. They did accomplish what they set out to do after all. Everything was tied up in one nice, big and bloody bow. Tomorrow morning, everything would be set in stone. But tonight, she was going to raise hell like never before.

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"Dylan!" She screeched in the brunette's ear. He turned around, he looked dumbfounded for a moment. "Did you miss me?" She gave him a lazy smile, a flirty smile.

"Maybe?" He countered back. His ears were ringing but he did not care, she was here now.

"I think you did".