BETRAYAL - SCREAM

Chapter 7

Sam call Richie back. When he answers back she sighs in relief.

"Richie! Are you at the hospital!"

"Hello, Samantha."

"No."

"Oh my god." I gasp and grab Wes's hand.

"Richie can't come to the phone right now. He's finding out what happens to people who stick their noses in business that doesn't concern them."

"Please don't hurt him." Sam says immediately.

"I'll tell you what. You can choose."

"What" I say

"I'll only kill one."

"What? TARA!"

"Who do you want to hear die?"

"No please I'm begging you please don't hurt them."

"Really? You can't save your own sister? All you have to say is kill Richie!"

"NO, NO!"

That's when we hear falling.

"Oh my god Tara?" I yell.

"I swear to god if you hurt her I'm killing you myself bitch!" I yell at the phone

"Or you can say "kill Tara, and I'll make sure to hit the organs I missed last time."

"Fuck you." We hear Tara. We get to the hospital and run inside while Sam is still on the phone with the killer.

"I'm begging you please don't hurt her."

"Last chance to save one. Choose!"

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!"
We run inside and go up the elevator.

"You want to know why, sam? Maybe it's because you're a selfish bitch. Who can't even make decision to save the life of someone you love. Maybe you're too weak for this franchise."

"Maybe your right, or maybe I'm just stalling for time fuckhead."

Just as one cue the elevator door opens. And Dewey shots at the killer and they run off.

"I'll get Richie." Dewey says running.

"And I'll stay back with Sophia." Wes says.

"Fuck that." I say running after the killer but the killer gets to Dewey before I can get to him.

"NO! Leave him alone fucker." I run faster and tackle him.

"SOPHIA!" I hear Wes yell.

"I see Wes came back for some more."

"Fuck you."

He then kicks him back to back.

"Come on!" We here Dewey yell.

Me and Wes run to the elevator where everyone already is.

"The head." We hear Dewey say.

"What?"

"You have to shoot 'em in the head or they always come back."

"No Dewey!"

"Dewey! Who gives a fuck!?"

"I do."

"No please Dewey!" I yell after him but the sore shuts.

"Oh my god Sam! He's going to die. He can't die. Please Sam."

I feel arms wrap around me.

"Hey Soph its okay."

I turn and sob into Wes chest.

"It's my fault he's here. He's going to die and it's on me."

"No. It's not come on." He grabs my hand and walks me outside.

we are all sitting with Tara in the ambulance truck when the door opens.

I jump up and Wes follows after me. There's a body bag. Oh no. Sam starts walking off and I look over to see Gale. Sam holds Gale back and I run and hug her.

"No!" Gale yells out.

"I am so sorry Gale."