Ethan💕
hey sey, we need to talk
okay? is everything okay?
that's kinda something you
need to decide. im omw.
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I set my phone down. It's 11pm and I already called Ethan to tell him about the murders when I was at the hospital with Anika, Sam, and Mindy. We're all fine except for Anika.
Apparently, the knife hit some important organs, so she'll be in there for a while. I'm just glad she's okay.
My hair is still wet from the shower, and I'm in my pajamas. Sam and Tara aren't here. I think they're at Chad and Mindy's, but I didn't ask. I lay down on my bed, trying to fight the feeling of being tired, but I'm exhausted. I decide if I want to be awake for when Ethan gets here, I should get up.
I walk into the kitchen and decide to make some coffee. I watch it brew, and then I pour myself a glass. I put some creamer and sugar, then I take a sip.
Knock
Knock
Knock
That must be him. I walk over and open the door, but when I open it, I'm surprised by Ghostface standing behind it. I try to scream, but he takes his hand and covers my mouth while pushing me against a wall.
I drop my coffee, and the cup shatters and spills everywhere. If he doesn't kill me, that's going to take forever to clean up. Fuck.
He takes off his mask and - wait. What the fuck. Ethan?! He slowly removes his hand from my mouth, and I run into the living room.
"STAY BACK! STAY THE FUCK BACK!"
"Seylah, stop. I'm not going to hurt you."
I rise from my hiding spot behind the couch.
"What the fuck are you talking about? You're going to walk in here dressed as the person who has given me severe PTSD and then be surprised when I freak the fuck out?"
He sighs.
"So what? You're going to kill me now?"
"What?! No! God, no! Oh my God - listen. I'm Ghostface."
"Yeah, no shit!"
"Can you stop being so hostile?"
"Are you serious right now?"
"Listen, I'm not going to hurt you. Or anyone."
"What..?"
"I'm here to tell you what's going on. I'm trying to protect you."
"It was you, wasn't it?"
"What are you talking about?"
"It was you tonight. Who killed Quinn."
He laughs. "Exactly what I mean."
"What?"
"Quinn's not dead, Seylah."
What in the motherfuck?
"I saw her.."
"No. You saw fake blood."
"So Quinn's in on this too then?"
"Yes."
I start to tear up. "Why? What did we do?"
"Please don't cry. Sit down." He points to the couch.
I don't know why, but I do. I sit down, and he sits down next to me. Of course, that's pushing it, so I scoot away from him.
He explains to me everything. What their plan is, why, and then what me and him are going to do.
"Listen, when I first started this 6 months ago, I didn't know you guys. All I knew was what my father told me. He showed me the pictures of Richie. Said you guys murdered him, which you did, but he left out the part where it was self-defense."
"Ethan, one quick Google search could've told you that."
"I just wanted him to love me how he loved Richie."
I'm speechless. What do you say to that?
"And then after the first month, I actually liked you guys. And I just thought if I didn't think about it, it would go away. But then my dad comes to me, and Quinn is so eager to do this. But I love you. And knowing what you've been through, I could never hurt you like that."
I start to cry, and I want to kiss him, but then a thought crosses my mind.
"What about Anika?"
"What?"
"She would've died if she wasn't rushed to the hospital. Why did you do that?"
"Quinn was right there. I had to make it believable."
I'm silent. I don't know what to say.
"But Seylah, you can't tell anyone."
"What?!"
"Remember the plan?"
"Yes.."
"We have to stick to that. You can't let them know, okay? Everything's going to be okay, I promise." He caresses my cheek, and he kisses me.
I know I should pull away. I know. But I physically can't.
