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CHAPTER ONE; THE MURDER OF CASEY BECKER
( little dark age by mgmt )
TWO years after killing her parents, Cynthia Archer lounged around Casey Becker's house, waiting for the other blonde to start the movie. Since the fateful night of her parent's death, Cynthia had been living alone, with her friend's parents looking in on her each day. Her sister had been made to live with their aunt across the country and Cynthia was only able to speak with her once a week. She'd fought not to go into foster care or to live with her aunt and fortunately, Stu's mom had spoken up to look after her. So now, she lived in her home alone in the house her parents had died in. She'd changed the study into a library and the flooring to a dark beige carpet. And to be honest, she barely thought about her parents.
For the first few weeks after their death, she'd been on edge that someone would somehow find a fault in her plan and unravel everything, implementing herself, Billy and Stu. But now, two years later, it was still classed as one of the saddest things to happen in Woodsboro aside from the murder of Maureen Prescott.
Cynthia hadn't been too sad about it, considering she'd helped her father cheat on her mother, but she did have to admit her situation was tragic. Fucking Cotton Weary, only for him to turn around to rape and murder her. It was sad. And not to mention, Sidney had witnessed it all, seeing the man exit her home after. She'd testified against him; now, he was in prison, awaiting trial.
Since the death of her parents, Cynthia, Stu and Billy had grown closer, bound by their shared secret. They vowed never to tell anyone what they did or well witnessed in Billy and Stu's case. The two boys would protect her through everything and be willing to put themselves on the line if anything ever came out.
Cynthia glanced up at Casey as the phone rang. The two were on the cheer team together, along with Tatum and Casey had invited them over. Unfortunately, Tatum couldn't make it, but seeing as Cynthia lived alone, she had no parents to tell her what she could or couldn't do.
The blonde answered, "Hello? Yes? Who are you trying to reach?" Casey glanced at her with an eye roll. Cynthia chuckled, "What number are you trying to reach? Well I think you have the wrong number. It happens. Take it easy."
She hung up and Cynthia smiled, "Wrong number?"
"Yep," Casey replied.
The phone rang again and Casey picked it up with a sigh, "Hello. So why'd you dial it again? You're forgiven. bye, now. What? They've got 900 numbers for that. See ya." Cynthia laughed as she put the phone down again, "He wants to talk to me."
"He? Ohhh? Does he sound hot?"
"Maybe," Casey replied, moving into the kitchen. Cynthia leaned against the counter as the other blonde put popcorn on the fire. The phone rang again, and Casey groaned, "Hello. Who is this?" the girl scoffed at whatever the man said, "I don't think so." She shook the popcorn before replying, "Popcorn. Uh-huh. Well, I'm getting ready to watch a video. Oh, just some scary movie. Uh-huh."
