Tardy | Tara Carpenter x Female Reader

chapter 6

Ethan looks beat up. He stands in front of you, eyes wide; mouth slightly open.

Where did he come from?

You don't have the time to make the decision if he's Ghostface or not, so you assume the worst. You half contemplate making a run for it, maybe you'll run and run until you lose him.

There's no way he could've attacked you, slipped out the robe, and gotten in front of the pub so quick...right?

His eyes fly down to your shoulder, and now his mouth drops open fully.

"YN! Are you alright? I tried to find you as fast as possible, but Ghostface attacked me-" He stops, catching his breath. "And I- I got away but jesus lord this hurts."

He points to his thigh, and that's when you notice the gash; all red and oozing.

He has an attack mark, okay; you think.

But he could've easily done it to fake you out. The other part of you thinks.

It wasn't an outlandish theory, plenty of Ghostface's before have.

You eye him up and down.

"How did you find me? What the fuck are you doing here?" You question, accusatory tone in your voice.

He looks taken aback, obviously not expecting you to accuse him of being Ghostface.

But then his gaze turns cold, and you realize you've never seen the boy angry before.

"Are you kidding me? I came here to look for you, like I said. Your location was on, we have each other on find my friends; don't you remember? Are you seriously considering me as Ghostface right now?"

You bite back an insult, really study his face. He doesn't look like he's lying, but that doesn't really reassure you.

It's a race between your head and your heart, and you curse; shaking your head.

The blood you're losing is starting to take a toll on your critical thinking skills, and you can feel the haze start to take over.

You figure it wouldn't hurt to have a suspect with you right now, if he tried anything you wouldn't hesitate to slit his throat.

"Can we talk about this later?" You grit, "I'm kind of dying over here."

His eyes soften a bit, and you can see the split decision he makes.

"Come on, let's go back to the apartment." He urges, signaling you to his car.

You stare at him sharply.

"The apartment? What the fuck are we going to do there? Let's go to the hospital." You say.

He shakes his head once, then twice.

"No. Tara would kill me if I don't get you back in like 10 minutes. Anika's a nursing major, she'll fix you up." He says, helping you up into his car; staining the seat with the amount of blood pooling from you.

You open your mouth to argue, but find you can't speak. The haze has gotten really bad, and your vision's starting to blur.

"YN? Stop, stay awake first. Just a few minutes. Keep your eyes open." You hear faintly, along with the sound of the car speeding through the street.

My eyes....huh, they won't open. You try to tell Ethan you can't hold on any longer, but everything turns black as you do.

-

You don't wake till hours later, propped up on the couch in the apartment; blinking at the bright lights in front of you.

"Oh christ." You mumble as you try and sit up, but feel your stomach constrict painfully.