"Please, Y/n" Sam whimpers, pushing up into me. "Please what?" I ask, wrapping my hand around her throat. "Make me cum" she moans, her eyes rolling back. I run my hand down her stomach, under her underwear until her phone rings. . "Every fucking time" she groans reaching for it. "Just leave it for now. If it's important they'll call again" i mumble, leaving wet kisses on her neck. "Fine" she says barely above a whisper, turning her head to give me more room. I run my fingers through her folds. "You're so wet for me, baby" I whisper in her ear. "Mhm" she moans, bucking her hips, searching for more. I dip my finger into her entrance before bringing it back up to her clit, rubbing slow circles. Her phone rings again. She whines telling me to stop as she answers it, putting the call on speaker. "Hello?" She asks. "Hello, Samantha" ghostface teases. "What do you want?" Sam asks, annoyed. "I'm just checking in. How's your sister? I left her with a lot of holes" the killer says, laughing menacingly. "Fuck you" she says through gritted teeth. "Now that wouldn't be very fair on Y/n would it?" They say faking innocence. "Thanks for calling, bye" i mutter hanging up. "You know they thrive off of attention" i say. "I know I know" Sam sighs, sitting up.
Her phone starts ringing again, though this time, it's Tara. "What's she want? It's 2am" she mumbles picking up. "Hey" she says. "Sam, they're here. The killers here. I'm so scared, please" she whispers, trying to keep her sobs quiet. "What do you mean? Where are you?" Sam asks panicked. "I'm hiding in the hospital. Please hurry, I don't wanna die" she mutters before hanging up.We rush down stairs, not even locking the house up, just getting in the car and speeding out of the driveway.
Getting to the hospital, Sam runs ahead, trying to find her sister. I pull out my phone, going to Tara's contact and calling her. "Hey we're here, where are you hiding?" I ask walking carefully into the hospital, dead bodies all over the place. "What? Im not hiding?" Tara asks confused. "What do you mean? You called Sam just 20 minutes ago saying that ghostface is here and you're hiding" i mutter, my eyebrows knitted together. "I'm literally at Mindys, Y/n. What the fuck are you on?" She asks, slightly annoyed. "Fuck sake" i mutter hanging up calling out to Sam, trying to call her as I run around. She finally answers. "It's a fucking trap, where are you?" I ask panicked. "What? I'm at Tara's room" Sam says confused. "Come back, it's a trap, Tara's not here" i say. Feeling a knife plunge into my stomach, dropping the phone. Groaning as ghostface takes the knife out, spinning me around. "You won't be here to save anyone this time, Y/n" they say, lifting the knife up. "Try me" i mutter, kicking their foot out from underneath them. "Fuck, wrong leg" i mutter limping away, to find Sam.
"Sam come on, we have to go" I yell out, walking up to her, my hand covering the wound on my stomach. "What happened?" She asks panicked. "What do you think happened, Sam?" I ask incredulously. "Let's go, now" i say through gritted teeth, dragging her back to the entrance of the hospital, finding cop cars and other ambulances there. "Hands up" the officer yells. "Help, the killer stabbed her, please" Sam pleads as we walk through. "We need medics" the officer yells out. Two people running in with bags in their hands. "Hurry" I groan, holding my stomach. "We need anaesthesia before we do anything" one of the medics say, trying to slow the bleeding. "Fucking forget that, just stitch me up" i grumble. They look between each other nervously before getting to work.
"Thankyou" I groan after they're done. "Call Mindy, Tara's there" i mumble to Sam, feeling worn out. The medics give me some pain meds to help before walking off, seeing if there's anyone else they can help. "They keep giving me new fucking scars, I'm gonna look like I lost all my organs or something" i mutter with a playful smile. "Yeah you look like that dude from the operation game" Sam says with a light laugh. "Fuck you" I laugh, pushing her lightly. "Hold on, Mindys calling" Sam says, leaning against me as she answers the phone. "Y'all wanna come over tomorrow night? Have a party" she asks, excitedly. "Sure" we say at the same time smiling. "If I'm gonna die, I'd rather be high off my fucking ass" I admit with a laugh. "Y/n" Mindy, Sam, and even Tara say at the same time. "Whatever" I mumble.
