Scarred For Life (Scream)

chapter xiii.

I waited outside Bailey's office as Sam and Tara spoke to Quinn's dad, Detective Bailey, my hands shook as I thought about all the innocent peoples' blood that was on me and that had lost their lives for no reason. Kirby Reed walked past us as I stood up and she pulled me into a hug. "Kirby?" I questioned confused as to what she was doing here. She was an honorary aunt and had been close friends with my parents, until she up and left woodsboro'.

"Hey kiddo, are you okay?" She asked as she expertly scanned me for injuries, wincing at the cuts on my arms. I nodded and pushed my emotions aside. Kirby gently felt the scar across my throat and gasped as she felt how thick it was, indicating how deep it had been sliced. "Fucking hell kid, why didn't you call me?!" She exclaimed as she pulled me into another hug,

A small smile pulled at my lips as I fidgeted with my hands. "Couldn't really talk for four months only just getting used to it now. I wouldn't even see Mom or Aunt Sid for a while. I only wanted two people and they were dead." A sad smile consumed my face as Kirby looked sympathetic and ruffled my hair. 

Sam and Tara walked out with Kirby half an hour later after I had given my statement to Kirby, after she had spoken to Detective Bailey and explained my issues. I had ADHD and ASD but since the attack my selective mutism got worse and I would barely talk to anyone for months, not knowing if I could ever trust again.

As they walked out they had both detectives hot on their tail, Sam pulling me along with them. "Sure, good luck to the both of you, but we're getting out of the city." She exclaimed, Tara groaning as I nodded my head, knowing it would have come sooner or later. 

Bailey stepped forwards and cleared his throat, something unrecognizable to me flickered in his eyes. "Actually, that's not possible." He started, Sam whipping around pulling us both with her. "You're persons of interest in a double homicide, so... you're not allowed to leave the town. Sorry." He apologized, not so apologetically. Something fishy was going on here.

I went to interrupt but Kirby stopped me. "He's right, but if we work together-" This time I cut her off the anger boiling in my blood threatening to pour over. 

"No, hang on a second. You seriously think that we did this? I am fucking sorry but I lost a boyfriend, friends and a father to this bullshit, you seriously think I would do that to someone? And Sam, she is as much of a victim of this as we are. She cannot help who her mother fucked to concieve her, she had no choice in who her father was or what he did so why should she be stuck with his crap. This is utter bullshit. Kirby, you have known me since I was little, I came and fucking visited you, Sid and Mom in hospital, why would I have done this? We are being framed." I screamed, storming towards Bailey, Sam, Tara and Kirby holding me back.

"Down girly down." Tara laughed, pulling me back by the shoulders and swinging her arm around mine. Sam put her hand in the small of my lower back and walked right behind us, all three of us on high alert as we walked out of the station.

Met with the familiar flashes of the press, and no surprises that she was there. "Gale Weathers, Channel 4!" She cut through the other voices, a scoff leaving my mouth as I rolled my eyes. "Do you ladies think that you're the reason the Ghostface Killer has come to the big Apple?" She asked, an audible leaving my throat at that.

"Nope, but maybe you are. Think about it, hotshot reporter, backstabbing mother moves to the big city and ghostface follows suit, no?" I snapped, Gale glared at me as Sam swung for her, but mom dodged.

"Nice try sweetie, but I've done this dance before..." She started but never finishing, my fist collided with her cheek before she could end her sentence. My anger of the last half a year spilling out at her, she lied and betrayed us, betrayed my dad. Fist after fist collided with her face as I had arms pulling me away. Mom looked up at me startled from the floor, her cameraman and security helping her up. Tara and Sam following me as I was dragged in the station, blood dripping from my knuckles where I had made her nose bleed.

Bailey and Kirby approached me as Officers took my mom into a room away from the office I was sat in with Sam and Tara. "She deserved it." I spoke to Kirby answering her questioning look.

"Lexi, she's your mom." Kirby told me sternly stuttering out an answer out of shock at my actions. "When did you grow balls?" She asked me, a smile resting on my face. Kirby showed the sisters out of the door.

"No, this is not funny Alexis. You have just made this so much worse for yourself. What if she presses charges?" Detective Bailey spoke quietly but sternly, his face twisted with anger and another emotion I couldn't quite pinpoint.

My jaw clenched as I rolled my eyes and sighed. "She deserved it. I am her fucking daughter and she criminalized me in her stupid fucking book, after promising she wouldn't. She's a fucking liar and she betrayed my father." Kirby nodded her head slightly as she rubbed my shoulder in a reassuring manner, my mom and two officers walking in. "Do you want me to swing for the bitch again?" I growled, Kirby holding me back once more.

"Mrs Weathers here has decided to not press charges against you. You're a very lucky lady miss." The officer huffed as he patted my mom a little too familiarly and left. 

My mom sent me a small but heavily sarcastic smile, the light not reaching her eyes like it used to, when she smiled at my dad. But I was never enough for the woman.

Kirby and Bailey left as Sam and Tara came back in, both glaring at my mother. "So you're all still mad at me?" She asked, Tara and Sam nodded as I gestured to her face and then back to my fist.

"Ya think?" I asked sarcastically, Sam running her hands through my hair, knowing it calmed me down. Wes and my dad used to do it, but some bitches took them away from me. "You wrote a fucking book about our trauma!? What the fuck is wrong with you mom? You betrayed my father, what would dad think? You portrayed Sam as a born killer and me, your own fucking daughter, as a psycho accomplice. Because you're just bitter that I chose to leave you with dad rather than stay! Because he fucking cared and he tried to watch over me and you were more concerned about the fucking news." Tears ran down my cheeks.

"I don't know who you are, but you are not the daughter I raised." My mom spat. "How dare you bring your father into this. That is a low blow!" She screamed, Tara hugging me as she sensed me getting overwhelmed.

"No! What is a low blow is you, you fucking telling our story, making us out as the villains and betraying my dad. He loved you, so fucking much and you repay him by making out that his own fucking daughter killed him!? A low blow is knowing that I was never good enough. Where's my mother, the woman who played with my barbie dolls whilst I had blood test after blood test to find out what was wrong with me? I had a great mom, until I left and then you became shit. I don't fucking recognize you anymore!"