"Hey y/n" Sam says with a flirty smile, walking into my house. "Hey" i mutter, looking away from the tv for a second. "Where's Tara?" She asks, sitting down next to me, a little too close for comfort. "She's upstairs with Andre" i admit, smiling awkwardly. "Okay" I hear her whisper, feeling her breath on my ear. I move my head away, eyebrows furrowed. "What are you doing?" I ask confused. "Nothing?" She says, tilting her head feigning innocence. I slowly nod my head, clearing my throat and looking back at the tv. Not long later, I feel her hand snaking up my thigh towards my dick. "Yo, what are you doing?" I somewhat yell, jumping up from the couch. "Come on y/n, you know you wanna fuck me" she whispers, moving towards me. Hearing loud and rapid footsteps approaching. "What the fuck is going on?" Tara asks sassily. "Nothing" Sam says with an innocent smile. "Let's not forget that Y/n is MY fiancé now, Thankyou" Tara says, crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance. "Whatever" Sam mumbles rolling her eyes. "See you soon" she whispers to me, kissing my cheek, a little too close to my lips. I move my head away, trying to dodge it. She smiles towards Tara before walking out the front door.
"Baby I swear I didn't do anything. I moved away as soon as she tried to start shit" i rush out, walking towards her. "I know, I trust you. But she needs to keep her hands off of you, seriously" she mutters angrily, sucking her teeth. "I know, my love, I'm sorry" I mumble, placing my hands gently on her hips.
I sigh, running my hand roughly through my hair, watching as Tara goes back upstairs to be with Andre, sitting back on the couch, leaning my head back and closing my eyes I take a deep breath. "Why is my life so fucking crazy" i mumble to myself.
I go down to the basement, turning the light on, making sure nobody's with me. I walk into a separate room, opening a suitcase, finding my dads old things from when he was ghostface all those years ago. I sigh, looking at the mask, hearing his voice echoing in my head. "I can see the want to kill. Give in". I pick it up, running my fingers over the scratches and indents created over the years as it breaks down slowly. "I'm not like you" i mutter, squeezing my eyes shut, shaking my head, trying shake his voice away. I drop the mask back in the suitcase, zipping it up and hiding it away, before making my way back up. "What were you doing down there?" I hear Tara ask as I open the door. "I was checking if we have beer, we don't" i lie. "Okay" she replies, not really believing me. "Mama mama!" Andre yells running down the stairs. "Dre, don't run down the stairs" i say sternly as he comes to a halt in the kitchen.
"Sorry mama" he mutters looking down. "It's okay, just be careful please" i say crouching down. "Now, what's up, sweet boy?" I ask, smiling as he lifts his head up excitedly. "Can we pleaseeeee go get ice cream? Please" he begs, giving me his best puppy eyes. "What's mommy say?" I ask looking up at a smiling Tara. Andre spins around, wrapping his arms around her leg. "Can we?" He asks, hopefully. "Go put your shoes on" she says rolling her eyes playfully. He yells excitedly running upstairs. "Are you hiding something from me" Tara asks, wrapping her arms around my neck. "No my love" i mutter, resting my hands on her hips, kissing her lips tenderly. "Good" she says staring deeply into my eyes. We hear rapid little footsteps coming down the stairs. "Andre" I yell out sternly, hearing him stop and walk down the stairs.
We're sitting at a playground watching Andre play after eating his ice cream. "Sams calling" Tara says standing up and moving away to answer it. "Excuse me" I hear, looking up I see 3 girls around my age standing infront of me. "Yes?" I ask, confused. "Are you Y/n Macher?" They asks. "Um, yeah" I reply slowly, eyebrows knitted together. "Shouldn't you be locked up or something? No one needs you doing the same thing your dad did. You gonna kill your girlfriend too?" One of them says sassily, crossing her arms. "I'm not my dad" I say with a tight smile. "Are you sure? You've killed a few people" one of them says, the other girls laughing. "What's your deal?" I ask, annoyed.
Just as one of them is about to say something Andre runs over. "Mama I got an ouchie" he says, pointing to his elbow. "Let me see" i mutter, looking at his elbow. "Let me clean it and out a Band-Aid on it" i say, smiling softly. I open Tara's bag, grabbing a wipe and Band-Aid. Having them on hand because Andre trips and hurts himself a lot. "Alright sweet boy, I need you to be big and brave for me. This is gonna hurt a little bit" I say, grabbing the wipe out of its little packet. I watch as Andre takes a deep breath nodding his head as he squeezes his eyes shut. I quickly wipe the graze, cleaning it before putting the Band-Aid on, kissing it gently. "All Done" i say with a bright smile, holding my hand out for him. Andre open his eyes, smiling wide, giving me a hi-five. "I did good?" He asks. "So good, bud" I say happily.
"If you'll excuse me, I have a family to spend time with" i say to the 3 girls. "Whatever murderer" they mutter, as I walk away. I take a deep breath, trying to not let that shit affect me. Finding Tara Andre walks up to her, telling her how brave he is. "Let's go home" i mutter walking towards the car. "Is everything okay?" Tara asks confused. "Yeah" I whisper nodding my head.
