The Summer of '97 | Billy Loomis x (OC) - Stu Macher x (OC) !!!ON HOLD!!!

Chapter Eight

TW: Depictions of a human body 'popping' or deforming

When I got home, the 3 guys were still in the same spots I had left them in. They were deep in thought about something, all three of them hunched over and talked in an almost whispery tone. Billy spots me first, probably because the couch he was sitting on faces me. "Hey, Val," He smiled. The other two turned around to look at me. I smiled back and made my way to the dining table. I sat my belongings on the table and looked at the three. 

They all stared at me as if waiting for me to do something. "Did I interrupt something?" I asked furrowing my brows. "No, of course not baby..." Billy stood up and wrapped his arm around my shoulder dragging me back over to the group. "We are just talking about the 'incident'." I nodded. "Here," He sat down and rubbed my hip, "Show Mickey your cuts."

I gulped. "Like the scars?" He nodded. "Yeah, Val, gives you tough-girl points!" Stu laughs nudging Mickey with his elbow. I nodded and lifted my shirt up slowly, and just under my bra line. We typically didn't bring up the scars... It was a touchy subject not only for me but for Stu as well. I couldn't wrap my head around why they were asking for me to show Mickey. Especially since Mickey wasn't necessarily a close friend yet. 

"Damn..." He muttered looking at them. They scattered around my stomach, and the skin now was puffed out. Billy traced his fingers along the lines. "Yeah, poor thing..." He muttered. I stiffened. He had never referred to me as a 'thing' before. "What's up?" I asked again lowering my shirt. "What do you mean?" Stu asked leaning back in his seat. "You guys are acting strange... Did something happen?" 

"Oh no, nothing happened! We were just talking about you, that's all!" Billy smiled kissing my knuckles. I nodded. "Alright... Well, I'm gonna go and head to bed..." Billy smiled at me, for the nth time today. "Alright, Goodnight," I kissed his lips and then headed upstairs.

My heartbeat quickened when I got into my room. I picked up the landline phone on my nightstand and typed in a number I had remembered by heart.

Randy...

"Hey Valarie, long time no talk, how's life been treating you?" he asked happy as ever. "Randy I want to come home..." There was silence at the end. "Do you need me to come to get you?" He asked. I heard car keys from the other end. "Maybe... I don't know..." 

"Are they hurting you?" He asked quietly. "Billy and Stu? Oh, no they aren't hurting me..." That was a lie. They had hurt me before in fact. I rubbed my neck where Stu had held me. "This just isn't home. I want to be in Woodsboro."

Randy sighed. "I'm not asking for you to come out... Or to come and get me, I just don't feel right here..." I twirled the cord in my hand. "How about this... I'll give you a week... If it doesn't get better then I'll make my way out to you."

I nodded. "Thank you, Randy."

"As always, Valarie." I smiled and said goodbye. I sat the phone back where it belonged. Sighing, I lay down in my bed and began to go to sleep, just like I had told the guys downstairs. 

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"Where were you?"

"What?" I asked groggily sitting up from my bed. "You missed it!" My eyebrows furrowed and my nose scrunched. "Missed what?"

Her blonde hair fell just passed her shoulders like it always had. "My funeral? You were invited, but you just... vanished. Like a ghost or something!" She stood at the end of my bed, in the same outfit she wore that night. Her yellow shirt and spiraled skirt were clean and had no signs of blood anywhere. "Oh come on, don't give me that look, Valarie! Dewey needed you! Hell, I needed you!" My breath caught in my throat as I stared at her. "God, only Randy, and Sid were there." I shook my head. "No..." She gave me a nasty look. "No? Bitch that was my goddamn funeral! As a friend, you should have been there! Or at least a past friend. Turns out you've been fucking my boyfriend! And Sidney's!" 

My fists squeezed against the comforter. "My god Valarie will you get ahold of yourself? You're a fucking mess, and I'm honestly disappointed! They would've listened to you no matter what you did. You could've given them a false plan and run away to get help. Or, maybe you could've checked the garage!" Her torso began to contort. It squeezed and flattened. "I had a whole boss fight with Billy, and you could've helped or saved me."

Her sides popped, and blood began to pool, and pour down her legs. My whole body went pale. "Instead you were upstairs in my boyfriend's bedroom!" Her head tilted. "Are you gonna say something? Or even defend yourself?"

I shook my head. This was too much. My brain felt like it was going to explode. There was too much to see, too much to think, too much to feel.

"God Valarie, do something!"

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A/N: Good fine and lovely afternoon everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and that it is up to par with my others. I feel like my writing style is declining, and that I need to get back in the game, or flow. If you have any suggestions (For my writing, plot, comments, basically anything) let me know! As always, I love you all, and take care!

-Madison Lopez