Scream Bitch

Stab Eight

"What in gods name fuck, do you mean it's Mr. Schue?" Santana raised her voice.
No one wanted to believe it was their glee club and Spanish teacher.
"He's like a second father to us all, why would he even think to hurt us?" Brittany frowned.
"Guys!" Quinn exhaled loudly, "I know what i saw! His eyes were numb, like he didn't give a crap about what he was doing!- Holy shit, i have proof, too! I scratched him along his eye with my nails. We can go to the authorities and they'll be able to DNA test the skin that's under my nails- then this douchebag will be put behind bars!"
An evil look formed on Santana's face. "Orrrr, we get revenge on him. He killed our friends, it's only right we get some payback on him."
Quinn sighed, "We can't, because then we'll end up behind bars, too. Besides, there's two killers. Someone else was at my house the night Mr. Schue tried to kill me. We could get all the revenge we want on Mr. Schue, sure, but not when there's someone else roaming around with bad intentions."
The group of teens sat around a table at the food court in the shopping centre. Everyone had a small drink in hand. No one had the appetite to eat anything after what's happened.
"We should go to the police now then." Mike declared.
It didn't take much arguing. Everyone agreed and the group of teenagers hurriedly walked through the shopping centre, exiting through the big glass sensor doors. The police station was thankfully just across the street from the shopping district, so the kids were beyond grateful they didn't have to walk far.
Everyone's hearts pounded extremely fast, as they entered the police station one by one. There was already a man- who appeared to be drunk- talking to the male officer behind the desk, so the kids took a seat and nervously waited for the officer to call on them.
Several minutes of hearing drunken slurs, it was now finally their turn to talk. Quinn was the first to get up and walked to the officer behind the desk. The others stood behind her, encouraging her to speak up.
"What's going on today, kids?" The officer asked.
Quinn looked behind herself at her friends, looking for guidance.
"Our friend here has something she needs to tell you." Finn announced.
The officer gave Quinn a small smile, waiting for the distressed teen to talk.
"I- i know who GhostFace is. He was at my house not that long ago. He attacked me." Quinn told the officer.
The officer wrote on a folder then went wide eye when he realized what she had said.
"GhostFace attacked you? And you made it out alive?"
'What kind of question was that?' Quinn thought, of course she made it out alive!
"Yes, and yes."
The officer nodded, "Do you know the name of the suspect behind the mask?"
"William Schuester. He's a teacher at McKinley High."
The officer stopped what he was doing then glanced up at the blonde headed teenager. He furrowed his brows and cleared his throat.
"Are you Quinn Fabray?" He asked.
Quinn was so nervous she didn't even know if that was her name- she was so nervous she couldn't even question how the officer knew her name.. She was incredibly thankful her friends had come with her though, because they caught on to this immediately.
"How do you know her name?" Santana raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.
"She's been put in the system for assault, on a Will Schuester." The officer told them.
They all gasped and looked at each other.
"What the fuck do you mean I've been put in the system for assault? I was defending myself! He broke into my house and started attacking me!" Quinn angrily raised her voice.
"That's not what he said. He said he found you drunk on the side of the street and offered to take you home, but you lashed out on him. You're very lucky he only asked us to give you a fine."
Everyone mouthed the words 'what the fuck?' No one knew what was going on! Quinn was definitely not the type to get drunk on her own, and especially not the type to lash out on anyone!
The officer stepped back from the desk and walked to a folder cabinet. He grabbed a piece of paper and walked back to the girls. He handed the paper to Quinn, and the young girl almost passed out when she saw how much she had to pay.
"$2,475?! I'm sixteen, what makes you think i have that money?" Quinn's face went pale.
"Well, you better have the money by the end of the month. If you don't you'll spend three months behind bars."
Quinn had no use but to agree and take the form. She signed a few pieces of paper then walked out of the building with her friends. Everyone was in just as much shock as she was.
An hour passed by, and it was now just Quinn and Santana, seated on Quinn's lounge-room chair.
"I cant believe that asshole did that to you!" Santana scoffed. Her face was beaming red.
"This bitch needs to be put down." Quinn accidentally let the words slip her mouth.
Santana smirked and slightly leaned forward. A mischievous grin forming. "We can put him down."
Quinn instantly shook her head, but Santana was adamant about this plan of hers.
"Come on, Q! He's killed half of our friends already! He blamed you for something and almost had you put behind bars! Let's teach this bugger a life lesson- Don't mess with two hot-headed teenagers."
It took Quinn a second, but she, too, found herself starting to grin at the idea of getting revenge on their teacher.