Revenge

Twenty-Three

“Or it’s you and Billy killing these people for your fucked up sequel,” I said. “Why the hell would we want to recreate what we did back home?” He asked. “I don't know! Why the fuck do you enjoy killing people? Because you're fucking crazy!” Iyelled. I gasped when his hand wrapped around my throat and he pinned me to the wall, “keep your fucking voice down! Me and Billy have nothing to do with this shit. But whoever it is— knows we’re the ones behind what happened back home. And they know Sidney and you are alive.

“Mickey didn’t know what you looked like because of news reports and shit, babe. He knows what you look like because he’s been here. He’s seen the pictures I have of us. He’s seen the fucking letters and now I get calls from “ghostface” telling me he knows all my secrets and knows you’re still alive and plans on doing what I so clearly couldn’t do—he’s going to kill you,” he said. “I don’t—” my cellar phone started ringing, cutting me off. I reached into the pocket of my work pants and pressed the button, “hello?”

“Where are you?” Sidney asked. “Why? What’s wrong?” I asked. “What’s wrong? Well, for one, you’re not home and it's damn near one in the morning. Two, Derek was asking a lot of fucking questions about if I knew anything that happened back in Woodsboro. Then he started talking about the murders going in Windsor since that movie came out. When I asked why he said he just wants to make sure I’m safe. I think Stu and Billy are killing again.”

“Maybe. Or it could be someone else,” I said, looking at Stu. He still had me pinned to the wall with his hand around my throat. “Seriously? Come on, y/n/n, this has their name all over it! Where are you? Wait are you with—are you with Stu?” She asked. His hand moved from the front of my neck to the back of my neck. He leaned down and started leaving kisses up my neck and under my jaw. “No. No, I’m not with Stu,” I said. “Then where are you? This is a big problem, y/n! But this could also help us get Billy and Stu caught.” I gasped when Stu’s hand slipped into my pants and then into my panties. I was so focused on what Sidney was saying I hadn’t noticed he even undid my pants.

“What’s wrong? Why did you gasp?” Sidney asked. “Look, I’ll be home soon, okay? I just needed some time to think and be alone,” I said. Stu slipped two of his fingers inside of me, his thumb working my clit as he continued kissing my neck. “Alone. Right, okay. So you are with Stu,” Sidney said. “No! I’m not,” I said. My free hand clutched Stu’s shirt. “Wait. Are you with that Mickey guy?” she asked. Stu was close enough that he heard her and bit down on the part between my shoulder and neck. “Fuck. No! I’m not with Mickey. I’ll be home in half an hour, okay. Bye,” I said and hung up.

“Get off of me, Stu,” I said, pushing him away but not very hard. “Tell me you don’t like it and I will,” he said. “Stu, I need to get— Oh, god!” I moaned as he curled his fingers. “Just come for me and you can go, baby.” He kissed up my jaw and connected our lips as he continued to pump and curl his fingers. I know I shouldn’t be letting this happen but I couldn’t help myself. I let myself enjoy it and came around his fingers. “Good girl,” Stu whispered in my ear. I pushed him away and fixed my pants. “Give me my keys,” I said, holding my hand out.

He grabbed my keys and put them in my hand, “let me walk you back out to your car,” he said. I shook my head, “No. I’ll be fine,” I told him and walked out of his room. “Come on, babe. I’m not going to let you walk out there by yourself,” he said, walking after me. I spun around on the stairs and looked at him, “why? It’s not like you fucking care, Stu. So stop pretending,” I said and walked down the stairs. I pushed the door open and started heading for my jeep. I stopped when I saw a black figure dart from one tree to another off to my left. I jumped when hands landed on my hips, “it’s just me. Come on. Let’s get you to your jeep,” Stu said.

He opened my door and looked around inside before letting me get in. “Call me when you get home?” He asked. “I’ll be fine, Stu. Go back to your dorm,” I told him and started the car. His fingers gripped my chin and forced me to look at him. “Let me rephrase that. You will call me when you get home,” he said then connected his lips with mine. “I love you.” He shut my door and walked back to his dorm building. I watched the door close and then took off down the road.

When I finally got home I walked up to the second floor, put my key in the lock, and opened the door. After shutting and locking it Sidney was bombarding me with more questions about where I was and why I didn't come straight home and what was going on. I honestly couldn't handle it. I just wanted to get a shower and go to bed. "Look, Sid, I was nowhere. I went for a long drive to fucking think and clear my mind. I'm getting a shower then I'm going to bed. We can talk about this shit tomorrow."

While in the shower I thought about what Stu had told me. But I couldn't understand. Why would someone want to recreate Woodsboro? That made no sense. And how did they know the truth about what really happened? How could they possibly find out? Maybe it was a good thing though. They could expose the truth about Stu and Billy being the ones behind Woodsboro. Me and Sidney could finally come out and say we survived but we're scared of what would happen if we told anyone. This could all finally be over and we could move on with our lives.

I Sidney would want that but the real question is would I want that? Do I really want Stu to go to prison for life, maybe be put on death row? Or do I enjoy this little game we have going?