Unrelenting (Tara carpenter x Y/n Hicks, (scream 5)

Who's The Killer & Who's Next

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Richie walked down the halls of the hospital  heading for Tara's room. once he made it up to the door he went to open it but stopped himself, he opted to knocking first and wait for his entry pass.

Y/N: " who is it ?" the muffled voice of Y/n spoke from the other side of the door.

Richie: " it's me, Richie" he says with a pause

Y/N: " oh great. come in" y/n says with a hint of annoyance.

taking in the gesture Richie walked in and made his way over to where he could see the boy comforting a huddled Tara on the bed.

Richie: " is she okay?" concerned filled his voice

Tara: " I'm fine, why are you here?" Tara said with a questioning eyebrow tilt

Richie: " well i ended up speaking to Dewey, and he said we should start with the friends"

Y/N: " how would we go about doing that?" 

Richie: " well Sam said that you should go to a group meeting, she said to bring you because Tara isn't well, and probably doesn't want to go outside of the hospital"

Tara: " hmph, great all alone in the hospital... again " she crossed her arms and laid back in the bed

Y/n rubbed her head causing her to scrunch her nose to the touch. he removed his hand and looked back at the now messy haired brunette 

Y/N: " you'll be fine"

Richie: " you sure you guys aren't dating?" he says with a knowing look

Tara: " eh, just good friends" she said throwing a playful yet hard punch into Y/n's gut

*ding*

everyone looked to Y/n's phone as he picked it up and quickly looked at it revealing the snap of liv kissing chads cheek Infront of the others.

Y/N: " i guess this saves us time to get them all together"

Richie: " uh yeah Sam asked Mindy to round them all up. where is that  exactly?"

Tara: " that's Chad and Mindy's house" she said giggling at Wes who looked really uncomfortable sitting in between Chad and liv

Y/N: " yep, that's my brother. making it as awkward as ever" he face palmed 

Richie: " well did you want to get going" 

Y/N: " right, lets go" he says grabbing his keys

Richie: " your driving?" he gave Y/n a questioning look

Y/N: " yeah why you got a problem with that"

Richie: " so your going to pretend like you weren't  just stabbed like 6 times?" he says pointing out Y/n's limp

Y/N: " I'm fine"

The two men departed from the hospital and headed toward the parking garage. Richie trailed behind Y/n as they approached a shitbox car. Under his breath, Richie silently hoped that this vehicle wouldn't crash.

 But just when he thought they were about to get in, Y/n surprised him by walking right past it. Instead, he pulled out his shirt and used it to wipe away a smudge from a sleek army green Porsche.