the way he is with me (scream 1996)

xvii. Bonnie and Clyde

       So I'm back at my dads house, I had nowhere else to go, and Billy wanted me to stay with him but his mom said no. I sat in my bedroom before hearing a knock placed on my bedroom window, I got up, expecting it to be Billy, but to my surprise it was the complete opposite, Tristan stood outside my bedroom window.

      "W-What are you doing here?!" I asked him, "you're grandma gave me your dads address, I expected you to be here." He said climbing into my bedroom through the window. He looked around my bedroom, staring at the bookshelf I had.

        "Taylor." Tristan spoke softly, "yes?" I asked annoyed, "is your dad home?" He asked, playing with his thumbs. "No, why?" I asked him with a cautious look on my face. I saw the same thing I saw a week ago, Billy stared at us through my bedroom window. "You know what, I'm gonna go get something to eat." I pointed at him, but as I left the room, Tristan followed me downstairs. I looked through the fridge trying to ignore his presence but it made me even more annoyed.

      "Taylor," he breathed out, his hands cupped my waist from behind and he buried his face into my hair, "don't touch me," I tried to get his hands off of me, but he wouldn't budge. "No," he whispered into my ear. He tried to kiss me, but I pulled away, and I backed up into something, I gasped and turned around, I saw Billy staring down at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

      He grabbed me and held me tight while I buried my face into his chest, I felt myself starting to hyperventilate in fear as I heard the two of them yelling. "Go away!" Billy shouted at him, "you're scaring her." He told him protectively.

Suddenly I felt billy releasing me, I heard a stabbing noises and breath hitching. I looked behind me slowly, I saw Billy, a crimson red soaking into his shirt, a pile of blood on the floor that slowly added on, Tristan's corpse laying on the ground. I covered my mouth, Billy looked up at me with obsessiveness and admiration in his eyes, he quickly walked towards me and cupped both sides of my neck lovingly, kissing me deeply making me completely forget about the blood on our hands.

"Billy, my dad is coming home in an hour." I told him, Billy's face was only inches apart, he smiled at me and nodded. "I'll clean, can you get rid of this knife?" He asked me, handing me the weapon. I walked outside and out into the backyard where there was a little lake. I suddenly felt like I was floating, like nothing else in the world mattered, I felt non existent, and I could see myself, I had shifted out of my body for a moment and saw myself throwing the weapon into the lake.

I walked back inside, Billy was cleaning up the blood, there was still blood, in his hair, we both dragged the body outside with gasoline and a lighter, attempting to run away again after we burnt the body.

It was just like last year, when I killed the cop, that hot girl that we broke into's house, bailing Stu out of the psych ward.

I still carried around my butterfly pocket knife with me every where I went, gripping onto it so tightly that my knuckles were white and the skin of them was about to rip,

Billy held his arm around me as we walked through the streets, he kissed the top of my head comfortingly. "Do you wanna have some fun?" He asked me with a smirk on his face. I looked up at him. "What kind of  fun?" I asked him, furrowing my eyebrows cautiously. "Do you....wanna go to the lake?" He asked, I moved my head away and nodded. "Yeah," I said. I grabbed his hand.

     We walked until we reached the lake, we walked up the hill and through our legs over it, staring down at the calm dark water. As we sat there, little did we know that Tristan Dugray was reported missing an hour ago, his body was looked for, everyone in towns home going to be investigated, me and Billy just sat there not speaking, because we didn't need to, we didn't need to say we loved each other, because the people he slaughtered for me, I think that that says enough.

      "Billy," I whispered, he looked at me with a soft smile. "Yes?" He asked.

     "What if we get caught and they take you away? And they separate us, like they did to you and Stu? I wouldn't ever see you again." I asked him.

      "Hey...... it's okay, I won't let anyone hurt you, okay?" He reassured me, cupping my cheek lightly. I smiled at him comfortingly and kissed him, his lips were gentle against mine, his reassurance didn't do much though, all I could think about was my dad, well, actually not my dad, but his house, where are we supposed to sleep? I don't have a car, Billy doesn't have a car, we're probably gonna have to steal one again. All I could do is hope.