Geek Without His Beauty

Five

I woke up to go to the bathroom around two in the morning and decided to go downstairs to get a drink. The house was completely dark. The only light I had was the lights from the outside lights that shined through the doors. I walked down the stairs but stopped half way when I heard a noise in the kitchen. I walked down a little more and leaned over the railing but quickly and quietly walked back up the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest when I saw someone standing by the table. Their back was facing me so I couldn't see who it was. I know it wasn't my dad and I wasn't going to chance saying anything to see if it was Billy.

And as much as I didn't want to do it I went straight to the guest bedroom because I also didn't want to just go to my room. I quietly opened the door and slipped into the room then quietly closed it. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears and my hands were starting to shake. I tip-toed to the side of the bed Randy was on and shook his shoulder. "Randy," I whispered. He didn't move or say anything so I shook him again. "Randy, wake up. Someone's in the house." I shook him harder and he rolled over when I noticed the blood covering the white sheets, his guts poured out of him and slipped over the bed.

I stumbled back, slapping my hand over my mouth to hide the scream that was trying to escape. I slid to the floor and stared at him, his dead eyes looking at me from the bed. I heard the thud of boots coming down the hall. I crawled over to the closet and hid inside. I put my hands over my mouth and tried to steady my breathing so I wasn't heard. I heard the door open and held my breath when the footsteps got closer to the closet door. When the door opened I bolted up, knocked them out of my way and ran.

I could hear their heavy steps close behind me as I ran down the stairs. And like in every horror movie ever when someone was trying to get away…I fucking tripped. A hand grabbed a hold of my ankle and pulled me towards them, spinning me onto my back. The weight of them settling onto my legs, pinning me to the floor was heavy. They're arms raised over their head, the knife gripped tight in their hands then they thrust downwards towards my chest.

"Yn! Wake up! Hey, it's just a dream, wake up!" I bolted upright in my bed, gasping in air, tears streaming down my face. "It's okay. You're okay." I jumped away from the hand that landed on my arm, scrambling to the other side of the bed. "Hey, hey, hey. It's just me. It's just me." When my vision finally cleared I saw Randy standing beside the bed, hands held up, only in his boxers and tee shirt. "He was here. The killer, he was here. He killed you." His eyes softened, "I'm right here. I'm alive. It was just a bad dream."

I looked at the clock to see it was two in the morning. "Yeah. Yeah, just a dream. Sorry for waking you. I'm fine now, you can go back to bed," I said. He looked at me carefully. "I can stay here with you. Sleep on the floor." I gave him a look and he nodded his head. "I'll be down the hall." After he left I fell back onto my pillow. I haven't had nightmares like that since Casey. It was hard to fall asleep after that but eventually I did. The next time I woke up the clock read seven-thirty. Guess it was a good thing dad told me to take some time off. Of course I still had work down in the office that I can do to keep me distracted.

After going to the bathroom and brushing my teeth I went downstairs. Of course after last night I was a little paranoid so I descended the stairs slowly. "Get it together, ynn," I whispered to myself and shook my head. When I touched the stairs and stepped into the kitchen Randy was standing at the stove making pancakes. "Morning! You hungry?" He asked, smiling at me. "What the fuck is this we aren't Babrie and Ken playing house." I walked over to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup then walked back through the den to go out onto the balcony.

It was still a little chilly this early in the morning but it would warm up later on today. I walked over and leaned on the banister, my coffee mug held tight between my hands. I looked out over the patio below and the large driveway that looked more like a small parking lot. I took a sip of my coffee and closed my eyes. The peace didn't last long though. "Here. Eat something." I heard the ceramic plate being set down on the glass top side table. "I'll be inside if you need me." A few seconds later the door latched shut.

I sighed and looked back at the plate. I was being a bitch and I knew that. He was trying hard to earn my trust back and I was writing it off like it was nothing. It was honestly all just a complete shock finding out that him, Stu, and Billy were the ones behind what happened here back when we were in high school and that Billy and Stu were the ones that killed Sidney's mother. And looking at Randy you wouldn't think he would be capable of killing someone. But apparently he is capable of doing that and if I'm being honest it scares me. How can I trust that he wouldn't turn on me? How do I know Stu wouldn't or my own brother?

I sat down on the chair beside the side table, curling my legs up under me and started eating. My mind wandered to the dream I had last night and to the call I got earlier that night. Then I started wondering if the killer was out there right now watching me. And with that thought I got up, grabbed my mug, and went back inside, locking the door behind me. Just as I was starting to feel somewhat safe, someone else obsessed with the Stab movies, obsessed with us, came along and it started all over.