Geek Without His Beauty

Three

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"I need help. Please, yn, help me!" This was a prank. I don't know how they were doing it but it was enough to trigger some old memories. "Who is this?" I asked. Silence. That's all I got back. "Who is this?" I asked again. "Why didn't you help me? You let them kill me. You let them gut me and hang me from the tree in my front yard for my parents to find. You let them kill Steve. Why didn't you help me?" I didn't say anything at first, too lost in what happened that night. "This isn't fucking funny. Now who the hell is this?"

More silence. "What, you don't remember your best friend?" I shook my head, "this isn't funny. I'm hanging up now!" I pulled the phone away from my ear and hung up, putting the phone on the table. I took a deep breath and turned around, a scream came shortly after. "Oh, my god! What the fuck!" My hand came to my chest. Standing in the kitchen was Randy, Stu, and Billy. "What the fuck?" My heart was pounding inside my rib cage. "Who was that?" Billy asked. Before I could say anything my phone rang again. I spun around and looked at it. I grabbed it, pressing it to my ear, "hello?"

"Yn?" I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. "Tatum, hey," I said. "Are you at home?" She asked. "Umm... yeah, yeah, why?" I could feel three pairs of eyes on me. "Turn on the news. I'm going to call and check on Sidney." With that she hung up. I turned and walked into the den, past the stairs and into the living room. I heard the footsteps of the three idiots follow behind me. I picked the remote up and turned the TV on m, flipping to the news.

"Hollywood is reeling today from news of the murder of Controversial talk show host, Cotton Weary. Weary had only recently finished shooting a cameo as himself in the film "Stab 3: Return to Woodsboro", the third and final part in the famous horror series based on the Woodsboro and Windsor College Murders. Before his rise to television fame, Cotton had been imprisoned and was later exonerated for the murder of Maureen Prescott his former lover."

I dropped down onto the couch leaning forward with my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. I felt the couch dip beside me on either side and had to refrain from getting up and walking out of the room. "Who was on the phone before Tatum called you?" Billy was the one to ask. I didn't lift my head up from my hands. I kept my eyes closed and sighed. "Casey." The room was silent, the only noise was coming from the tv. It stayed that way for a few long minutes that honestly get like hours. "Casey? That's not possible, ynn." I stood off the couch and walked out of the room. "Hold on a damn minute! Stu is right m, yn, Casey is dead she couldn't have called you."

I spun around and looked at them, "you think I don't fucking know that?! What the hell do you want me to say, Billy? It was fucking Casey! It was her voice and she- she-" I could get it out. I couldn't get out what she had said to me. What she had asked me. "She what?" A soft voice asked. I looked over at Randy to see him looking at me with a soft and calm expression. An expression that was meant to ease me but only pissed me off. "Forget about it." I turned and walked to the table, picked up my phone and purse before walking out the door. "Hold the fuck on! You can't just walk the hell away like that!"

I opened my car door only for it to be shut. "What did she say?" Billy asked, his hand was still holding the door shut. "Move," I said. His hand left the door and wrapped around my upper arm to turn me to face him. "Look, I know this is hard for you. She's dead because of me and Stu. But I need you to tell us what she said." I pulled my arm out of his grasp, "don't touch me." He put his hands up and stepped back. "She asked why I didn't help her." They all looked down at the ground and the air turned awkward and tense. "Now, I'm going out." When I went to open the door again Billy's hand came into view, shut it.

"I want you to stay here. And please don't argue with me on this. If this is happening again I don't want you out there alone. And please don't fucking argue with me. You can hate me all you fucking want but you're my sister and I need to make sure you're safe." I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "I'm gonna leave and go get Tatum," Stu said. I debated not saying anything but Tatum was one of my best friends and I didn't want her to get hurt. "She's at Sidney's," I said and walked back towards the house. "Me and Stu are heading over there right now! Don't fucking leave!" I slammed the door shut behind me, cutting him off from saying anything else.

I stopped at the table and set my stuff down. "What the fuck," I whispered. I couldn't believe what the hell was happening. How the hell did they get Casey's voice? How were they using it? I turned around and stepped forward to the wine fridge, pulled out a bottle of Rosé then went and got a glass out. I pulled open the drawer, grabbed the bottle opener, and opened the bottle then poured myself a glass. I took a long sip of my wine and took a deep breath. "You okay?" I jumped at the voice and looked over to see Randy. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

I poured more wine in my glass, picked it up and walked to the table to grab my bag so I could go to my office downstairs. "Go the fuck home," I said, heading for the stairs. "Billy told me to stay here with you. I would have stayed either way though." My heels clicked loudly against the wood as I descended the stairs. "I don't want you here." I heard him groan in frustration. "Too fucking bad! It's time we talked anyway." I let out a laugh as I stepped into the office. "I don't want to talk to you. I have nothing to say to you." Before I could comprehend what was happening he was walking around the desk and gripping my throat.