My Boyfriend's Back

Forty

A/N: Sorry, it's been a while since I posted a chapter. I needed a much needed break.

YN

I sat in Sidney's kitchen with her and dad, Reese was playing on the floor. Dad had brought Sidney her groceries since I asked if he could take Reese until we find out who the killer is and make sure it's not another ghostface. I mean, I knew who it was but I couldn't say anything. It was bad enough Randy asked me about Stu.

Sidney was talking about Cotton being murdered then she went into talking about mom and all her secrets. She had accepted that our mother wasn't perfect. I sat there beside her watching Reese play on the floor. My mind kept going back to Stu. I had a feeling he would be showing up sometime soon.

Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he's sitting on my couch or in my damn kitchen eating my food when I go home tonight. He won't be happy to see Reese isn't there whenever he does show up. But I'm not going to have her anywhere near this shit.

After I left Sidney's, leaving Reese to go with my dad, which she had no problem with. He was her favorite person other than Randy, probably because they both spoiled her. Aunt Sindey was also high up there. After saying goodbye and watching dad drive away until I couldn't see his car anymore. I said goodbye to Sid and went home.

I unlocked the back door, pushing it open and I instantly felt like I was being watched. My heart rate went up slightly, but I knew who was hiding in the dark. I shut the door and walked towards the kitchen. "She's not here, my dad has her." No answer. I stopped halfway down the hall, my gut telling me something wasn't right. I fumbled with my keys trying to get a grip on the small thing of pepper spray I had on them.

My feet moved me backwards towards the door then froze a few feet away when a tall dark figure appeared at the other end. "This isn't funny, Stu!" I hissed out. My heart felt like it was in my throat, my hands shook slightly. I willed my feet to move when they began to slowly move towards me. "I mean it, Stu! I am not in the mood for your fucking shit!" They got closer, showing they had a ghostface costume on and a knife in their hand.

I screamed when someone came from behind me, pushing me out of the way before tackling the person in front of me just as the person in the costume started to run towards me. I used my hands to brace myself on the wall to keep myself from falling. I looked towards where the two people were and realized it was Stu that had tackled the other person. Stu punched him then ripped his mask off.

I didn't get to see who it was with Stu blocking my view. His fist came down again, knocking the person's head to the side. "You think I wouldn't be watching her house?!" Another hit to the person's face. They groaned and tried to push Stu off of them. "I warned you! Now I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

He pulled a knife out, pinning the person's hands under his knees. He lifted the knife over his head, both hands gripping the handle. That's when I got a good view of the person. It was fucking Mickey! My eyes widened and I screamed when Stu brought the knife down but Mickey was able to get a hand free and punched Stu.

With Stu stunned it gave Mickey the chance to knock him off balance enough to roll out from under him. He took another swing, slamming his fist into Stu's face again. Stu stood up, stumbling back slightly. Mickey tried to Stab him but he was able to block it in time, bringing his leg up and kicking him backwards. I made a rash decision to try and open the back door.

Just as my hand met the door handle, a hand wrapped itself in my hair, yanking me away from the door, spinning me around so my back was to a chest. Cool metal pressed against my hot skin and looked up to see Stu standing a few feet away. His face was red, eyes dark and full of murderous rage. Mickey held onto me, pressing his knife against my throat. This was it. This was how I would fucking die.

I’m just glad my daughter wasn’t here because god only knows what he would do with her. Hell, for all I know is this could be some kind of setup for Stu to take her from me. But deep down something told me that he would never do that. He’s a psychopath but he loves her and he loves…me. Mickey pressed the blade harder, the sharp edge nicking my skin. I let out a low hiss at the sting from the small cut. I’ve always felt that smaller cuts hurt a lot worse than a deep cut. Papercuts were even worse. Pictures of Stu pushing his knife into Luke’s lower stomach and pulling and sawing his way up towards his sternum. The flash of Luke’s guts falling out to lay on the floor at his feet. All the blood that covered him, the floor, and Stu’s knife made me nauseous.

My breathing started to pick up at the thought of Sidney or Randy or god forbid my dad finding me with my insides on the outside. The thought of my daughter growing up without me and having to have that trauma for the rest of her life. I looked up at Stu and I know he saw those thoughts running through my head. “If you were smart you’d let her go. She’s never going to want to be with you when she has the original. She’ll always be mine and I don’t like when others try to take what’s mine away. So you have two seconds to get your fucking hands off of her before I fucking gut you!” Stu’s grip on his knife tightened, his knuckles turning white.

Mickey pressed the side of his face against my temple, turning his head and running the tip of his nose up the side of my face and smiling. A shiver ran down my spine from disgust. He pressed his lips to my ear. “I bet you taste fucking amazing. Maybe I should find out for myself after I kill this asshole for you, hmm? I could be so much more for you than him. He’s a wanted killer. Nobody knows I had anything to do with Windsor. I can take care of you…” He looked over at Stu, his smile growing into a more sinister one and the words that left his mouth ended his life because they set Stu into a rage, turning his vision red. You could see it in his eyes. “I could be a better father to that little girl.”

Stu screamed and jumped towards us, fist connecting with Mickey’s face. I ducked out of his hold and hurled myself to the other side of the hall closest to the kitchen. Stu was on top of Mickey knife repeatedly stabbing into him over and over. Blood sprayed everywhere as he brought the knife up and back down again and again. “Stop! STOP!” I screamed. His movements stopped and he looked down at Mickey who was under him. His breathing was heavy, chest heaving up and down. His head turned to look at me and the darkness in his eyes slowly faded. He pulled himself away from Mickey’s body, slowly standing and walking towards me. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to scare you, but he had to go just like Cotton had to go.”