Hush | Stu Macher

Epilogue

Bailey Sinclair remembered that night like it was yesterday.

It was almost like a dream.

The blood. The knives. Sidney. Billy. Stu.

Stu.

Her Stu.

Sometimes the girl wondered if things would be different if she hadn't done what she did. Maybe if she wasn't so hell-bent on revenge she could have convinced Stu to stop before things could get worse and they all would have been fine. But that didn't happen.

Bailey had made sure she had no trace of her being there that night. Luckily for her she didn't need to do much. Surprisingly enough, a couple weeks later she was on the newspaper presumed dead, along with Stu Macher and Billy Loomis.

She knew it was Sidney's doing. She had let her off. Why, she'd never know because after seeing the news she knew she had to escape Woodsboro.

Bailey wasn't gonna stay and have a nice chat with Sidney. Despite wanting to know why she hadn't told the police of her horrendous actions and that she was in fact alive; she wasn't gonna get herself caught like that.

So she left.

With the money she had taken from her parents and the last bit of spare change she had, Bailey packed what she needed and took the farthest flight from California.

New York.

It's been over 20 years and the now older Sinclair had mature features making her less recognizable. The biggest change was her hair. Instead of her old light brown, Bailey had cut her hair short and dyed a nice dark black colour.

No matter how long ago it was, she would always feel guilty. Guilty about what she did. Guilty about leaving Stu. Most importantly, guilty for moving on. It was so wrong. Was she allowed to live while all her friends suffered?

She hated herself but she knew there wasn't much more she could do. She had to move on. She couldn't dwell on the past.

She was no longer Bailey Sinclair.

•••

She had an aching feeling. It was like a whole nightmare. She told herself it wasn't real. She just needed to wake up.

She told herself to wake up.

"Are you awake?"

Blinking a couple times the girl looked up confused, she sat up from her place on the couch to the man. She stared at him for some time.

"You're doing it again."

She shook her head and smiled, "I'm just worried that's all."

"She's a big girl," The man sat down and wrapped his arm around the girl, kissing her cheek. "Besides this isn't the first time she's been out this late."

"I know, I just—" She was cut off as a message appeared on her phone. "Oh look, she's with Amber."

"Oh God," He rolled his eyes slightly only to receive a smack on the arm by his wife. "Hey! Sorry that I don't feel comfortable that my daughter is alone. In a home. With a girl who seems like more than a friend!"

"Friends with benefits?" She teased.

"Eliza, that's not funny!"

"Stop being so dramatic, Drew. They're just being teenagers."

"I guarantee you Ambers parent's are not home. You know what that means?"

"What does it mean."

"They do things."

This time she rolled her eyes listening to her husband's complaints. "Please, I doubt they're even into each other like that."

Thirty minutes later with Drew's constant complaining, the door was heard and walking into the living room revealed their daughter who looked surprised.

"Past your curfew, young lady."

The woman smacked his arm.

"I mean," He cleared his throat, "Did you have fun at Amber's?"

Awkwardly, the girl nodded. "Yeah, just the usual."

"Her parent's home?"

"Drew!" The woman shook her head before turning to her daughter. "We were just worried. It's pretty late, hon."

"I know. I'm sorry we lost track of time."

They heard a small but dramatic gasp from the man before the young girl hugged her parent's goodnight.

The two laid on the couch together, instantly relaxing. "I should've listened to you. Maybe we shouldn't have moved here."

The woman laughed, "I told you!"

"Woodsboro, man." Drew laughed before looking at the book beside her. "How's the book going? I've barely seen you put it down."

She looked down at the book then back at her husband blinking slightly. "You won't believe what happens."