My Boyfriend's Back

Fifteen

A/N: I'm seeing Scream 6 tonight! Super excited!

Six Months Later

It's been six months since everything happened. We had a funeral for Tatum, Dewey and Randy had to have surgery, Dewey was more serious though. Mr. Loomis had Billy cremated, nobody wanted to show up for that funeral so it was just a quick put him in the ground. Mrs. Loomis never showed up. Her deranged son was dead and she couldn't even show up to help bury him. No wonder he was so fucked in the head.

Six months since Sheriff Burke told us that Stu wasn't in the house and had escaped. They searched for him for weeks and found nothing. I was fucking paranoid that he was going to come back for me. Tonight was the first night I've been home by myself. I was in my room working on a song when I heard something outside. I hesitantly got up off the chair at my desk and walked to the window. My blinds and curtains were open but I've learned how to lock the windows.

I walked over and looked outside. The sun was starting to go down casting an orange huel over the sky. I didn't see anything or anyone then the sound of the phone had me jumping and spinning around. I walked back over to the desk and picked it up. "Hello?" Silence. That's all that there was. "Hello?" My pulse picked up when there was still nothing but silence. I hung the phone up and then quickly closed the blinds and curtains,double checking that the windows were locked.

Then I made my way through the whole house to make sure every window and door was locked. I checked all and any closet…after I grabbed a knife from the kitchen… before I checked anything. I ran back to my room and locked myself in there and just waited for someone to come home. I tried to focus back on writing my song but the thought that Stu could be watching me wouldn't leave.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to a knock on my door. "Yn? Hey, you okay?" I rolled to the side of the bed and stood up, walking to unlock the door. "Hey, what time is it?" Sidney walked into my room. "Like ten. I tried to call to tell you the movie was running later than I thought but the pay phone I used wasn't working." That eased some of my anxiety. "That was you who called?" I asked. "Yeah. Is everything okay?"

I nodded and hummed. "Yeah. No, everything is fine." She gave me a skeptical look. "Then why were you sleeping with a knife?" I looked over to my bed and shrugged, "I heard something outside. And then I got a phone call but no one answered, but I know now that you're the one who called." She sighed, "he's gone, yn. Stu is gone and he's not going to come back. He would be stupid to do that. They're still looking for him."

"You think I'm crazy. Don't you! You think I'm just hearing shit and overthinking everything. But your ex-boyfriend is DEAD! He's not out there somewhere. He is going to come back, Sidney. He's going to come back and he's going to come after me! He won't stay away. You can think I'm crazy all you want and go on with your happy little life. Get out of my room!" She sighed and walked out, slamming the door on her way.

The next day I headed over to Stu's house. I don't know why. I guess I just needed closer or something. I also wanted to get my stuff. His parents have apologized profusely to not just me but the whole town on what they're son had done. I talked to his mom the other day when I ran into her in town. She had mentioned she and Mr. Macher was talking about selling the house. She asked if I'd like to come over and go through Stu's room. I said yes and maybe it is for closer and to get my stuff. And maybe it also has to do with those fucking polirads he took of us…of me.

When I pulled up in front of the house it all came back. Running from Stu, finding Tatum, all of it. Mr and Mrs. Macher wasn't home, which isn't even a surprise. I got out of the car and headed for the front door. I unlocked the door since I still had the key. Which made me think about the key to my house he had and that only set panic inside of me. I had to try and find that too. When I walked and closed the door I looked around.

The table that used to be in the foyer was now gone, the blood that had been on the floor where Randy laid after Billy shot him was gone, no stain left behind. His parents did a good job at hiring the right people to clean everything up after the police were finished with it. Then I walked into the kitchen. It was like nothing ever happened here. The message that was on the whiteboard was now erased and would be a forgotten memory. I walked towards the garage expected to see the little cat door still there but that was gone too.

His parents made sure it was like nothing ever happened. There was new furniture in the living room. The red couch and chair… gone like everything else. The spot where Billy was after Sidney shot him in the head was spotless. You wouldn't even know that someone laid there dead with a bullet between the eyes. Not unless you were there when and after it happened. I stopped and stared at the spot where I last saw Stu. He had been there. He laid there not breathing or at least that's what I thought.

I cried because I thought he was dead. I hated him for what he had done. For what he had put me through. For helping Billy and for being so easily talked into shit. But I was still in love with him and seeing him like that broke me more than him trying to kill me. I took a deep breath and headed down the hall back to the stairs. Wonder if they found those creep fucing dolls. Especially the ones that were displayed in a similar way Casey and Steve were found. When I got to his room I paused before walking in and looking around, then I just sat on the edge of the bed and cried.