deception: ethan landry

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁

as i walked home, i trailed behind tara and sam. everyone else had parted ways for the night. the darkness swallowed us as we approached our building and stepped inside. ghostface has been quiet for the past few hours which scared me. we were able to go to his lair, and walk home with no problems. 

we stepped out of the elevator and sam unlocked our three locks outside the  apartment for "safety". i went straight to my room refusing to look at the cops swarming our living room. dusting for fingerprints and the caution tape. 

i shut my door, changing into my pajamas and moving to my bed. my pillow smelt like ethan, as i rested my head against it shutting my eyes. after what felt like thirty seconds, my phone buzzed. 

a call. 

i looked down at my phone, heart skipping a beat as quinn's contact lit up my phone. i hesitated but inevitably answered. "what?" i spoke dryly to the voice on the other end. i've only ever gotten one other phone call from him and it was after i found the bodies of my parents. "hello amelia, i heard you had one hell of a night," the voice chuckled. "what do you want? i am not about to sit here and have you threaten me for thirty minutes," i was so fed up with this voice that i wasn't even scared, i just wanted to go to sleep. 

"aw, that's not very nice. i would be more polite, i mean, your life is in my hands, and i can take it whenever i please, just like your poor, poor, parents," ghostface taunted me. "i've heard you threaten me countless times already, but you're always too scared to do anything to me. what a pity, i would love to kill you," he taunts me. "you're not scaring me, i'm bored," i spoke, faking a yawn. i will admit, i was a bit scared but too tired to react. 

"poor amelia, hiding behind a phone screen. i bet that pillow still smells like ethan, doesn't it," i immediately sat up looking around my room. "ah, now i have your attention," he chuckled. "where are you?" i asked him, not sure if i even wanted to know the answer. "ha ha ha, now why would i give up my hiding spot? because you asked so nicely?" 

i don't know why he called me, he seemingly just wanted to taunt me, and i didn't see the relevance behind this call. i was so confused. 

"i just called to tell you, i have eyes everywhere. now that i gut quinn, who do you even have left that cares about you? mindy has chad, and tara has sam. oh wait, your little boy toy, ethan," he listed out my friends as if he knew them personally. "it would be a shame to see him go, and leave you alone. but you like being alone don't you? since your parents died, who do you really have?" he asked me, dragging on the word 'really'. 

"don't hurt ethan, please," i tried reasoning with the killer. ethan was all i truly had left and if i lost him now, i'm scared i'll never have anyone again. the truth is, i never fit in with the 'core four' i mean chad even made a nickname for the four of them, leaving me out. quinn was the only one who truly saw me, and now that she's gone, i only have ethan. "please," i whispered out, repeating myself. "then you choose, ethan or gale," 

"what?" i spoke out not understanding what he was asking me. "ethan or gale, you can choose my next victim," i scoffed "no, i wont," tears started filling my eyes, i did not want to be responsible for another death. "ticktock, amelia, i thought you said you didn't want to be on the phone for thirty minutes," he said, repeating my previous statement. "fuck you! don't hurt ethan," i stated, not even thinking about what my statement just implied. "as you wish," he said as the phone went dead. 

i let out a sob, and ran straight to tara's room. "tara please open your door," i heard shuffling from the other side of the door as the doorknob turned. "what's going on? what time is it?" she rubbed her eyes looking over at her clock that read 3:14am. "he called me," i said choking on my tears. "what'd he say?" she asked, pulling me towards her bed.