In your Blood

🔪Chapter Nine🔪

Saying Sidney was scared was putting it lightly. She was terrified. What the woman thought stopped years ago before having her daughter came back to haunt her again. Y/N was being messed with as well. Sidney tried to keep her away from the horror but it didn't do anything. Whenever it was Billy alone or partnered with Stu again, Sidney wasn't going to miss a second time.

She was going to kill them once and for all.

Distressed, Sidney packed the necessary and left to her car. She slide the keys in and rammed on the accelerator toward the house her daughter was trapped in. With how fast the woman was going, the ride was shorter and she was fortunate to not stumbled upon a cop.

Arriving at the house she shuddered at the view. The Matcher's house didn't change from the last time she visited it, that being the day after the party years ago.

With the lost of two great friends.

Sidney closed her eyes then grabbed her gun from the pouch and walked towards the porch. The door been slightly ajar was suspicious enough to not dare enter, but she had a job to do. The lights were off and it was difficult to see anything passed two feet. She cursed in her breath, the weapon close and walked to what she remembered vaguely to be the living room.

The phone, one older than the new technology they currently had, rang next to her. Sidney stared at it, knowing who could be on the other side. Reluctant, she answered.

"Hello, Sidney."

The disorted voice gave her goosebumps, the hair on her neck and arms straight. "I thought you wanted to kill me. Let my daughter go and come face me." Her grip on the device tightened when the only response was a laugh.

"I did. But I thought it would be unfair for our daughter to lose a parent." The tone lower, less playful. "Especially when you hid her from me."

"You never deserved her." The woman grimaced while searching around the house carefully for Y/N. "You were suppose to be dead."

Sidney could imagine him shaking his head. "Oh Sidney, you never believed we died that day. You didn't finish us with that slut of a reporter." There was a pregnant pause. "As for Y/N, she already knew about me, grew psychotic just like her father."

"She has nothing in common with you!" Sidney exclaimed over the phone. He had touched a nerve. Y/N was already his copy. Like fate decided they would need to look alike to tourment her day and night.

"Are you sure about that?" It was more of a challenge than a question.

Another voice rang through the device and Sidney's heart stopped. "Y/N?" However, the man shadowed it with his own words. "Why don't you come in the kitchen? We could have a family dinner together." He proposed minaciously.

"You're sick." Sidney spat. She wandered just outside the room, gun in hand and ready to fire despite a fear in the back of her mind that it would not be that simple. The woman opened it, the door creaking loudly until her daughter was in view. Y/N didn't look hurt but she was scared. Sidney could see it in her eyes and her heart hurt seeing her daughter that way.

Longing to be with Y/N again safely, Sidney rushed to her...or not.

Strong arms warped around her as she struggled, Y/N muffled voice in the background.