BETRAYAL (SCREAM 5)

(1) - Start

Hi, Im Sarah. I just finished SPM a few weeks ago and Im currently being a slave for myself at home. While waiting for my result, I just spend some time doing nothing at home. Okay. Im just joking. Maybe sleeping, eating, and playing around like a child.

Yes, you heard me. You guys might be doing the same. Literally my routine everyday.

If you want to know something interesting, my father is a police who have once involve in four ghostface killings. Because of this, I have a feeling to become a police but Im not sure yet about it.

Door knocks were heard. I opened the door and Im not even surprised. My father. His face looks so tired like he didn't get enough sleep. He then passed out on the couch, a bottle of Coca-Cola in his hand. The tv playing was static, but it was on. Again? I think to myself. Checking the watch on my wrist, '9.30' the time read out. I turn off the tv, and try to clean a little.

After five mintues, there's a buzz on my phone making me pull it out in my small kitchen. Fahmi's name pops up.

'Get your lame ass over here.'

I laugh at the aggressiveness, then start texting back.

'Fakhri suruh aku teman dia dekat rumah (walaupun si Naim tu ada). Gonna have to live without my lame ass for a night.' I reply. The three dots show up immediately, meaning he was texting back.

'Satu malam? Kau biar betul.'

The sarcasm makes me scoff. I click off of my messages with him clicking onto Fakhri.

'Fahmi nak aku stay dekat rumah dia. Lagipun, Mira ada so, yeah. Aku spend time dengan bestie aku <3' I go into my room to begin packing, my phone still in my hands.

'Bagi dia emoji ni 🖕🖕' The emoji choices make me let out a small smile.

'Tapi kau datang kan?' Fakhri sends another message.

'Entah, tengoklah.' I hit send, putting my "already packed" bag over my shoulder.

'Parents aku gi outstation, makanan free, banyak movie choice.' Fakhri replies.

'You have to do better, Fakhri.' I leave my bedroom slipping out the front door. Truth is I was going to Fakhri's no matter what. I stop in my tracks when I see a photo from Fakhri, a picture of him with a popcorn on the dining table.

'Jap, jangan makan dulu. Kalau tak aku taknak datang.' I type back smiling, taking out my bike from the back shed and beginning pedaling.

I come up to Fakhri's block hearing sirens close, extremely close. My eyebrows furrow confused, usually his neighborhood is very safe. I shrug it off thinking it came from somewhere else. My legs still pedaling, I open my phone.

'Tak sangka kau pilih Fakhri dari Mira bestie kau tu 🙄🙄' Fahmi texts me.

'Dia nak sangat aku datang, aku pun ikut jelah ape dia nak.' I reply back. Then, I shove my phone into my pocket once again. Eyes going back in front of me.

Finally getting to Fakhri's street, seeing lots of flashing lights ahead. Is that.. Fakhri's house?! My eyes widen. Multiple police cars in front of his house.

"Ya Allah..." I mutter, tossing my bike on the lawn I run up to the house. "Fakhri?!" I shout.

"Siapa awak?" A police officer looks at me, stopping me from entering the house.

"Saya kawan Fakhri." My breathing hitches. "Apa dah jadi?!"

"Dia baru je diserang. Apa puan buat dekat sini?" He looks at me suspicious.

"Uh, dia suruh saya datang dekat sini, lepak dengan dia." Still in shock I pull out my phone showing the messages, I make sure to leave out the photo Fakhri sent.

"Saya datang ke sini guna basikal." My index finger pointing to the bike on the lawn. He writes something on his notepad.

"Puan tahu tak mana ibu atau ayah Fakhri? Ataupun abang, kakak, siapa-siapa je?" The police asked.

"Mak bapak dia keluar outstation. Dia ada abang tapi saya tak tahu mana abang dia pergi." I answered.

"Baiklah. Fakhri dah ada kat hospital, tapi kami perlukan puan untuk ikut kami." says the police officer, about three more police officer surround me. I nod getting into the car.

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"Okey. Jadi, kenapa awak ada di rumah Fakhri?" the cop asked. Im at the hospital now, outside of Fakhri's room. I hate hospital.

"Saya dah kata tadi, dia ajak saya lepak dengan dia! Check location saya. Saya guna basikal tadi." I replied, getting mad at the cop.

"Bertenang puan, kami nak tahu dengan lebih lanjut." He said. I just sighed at them.

"Baiklah, itu sahaja buat masa sekarang. Kami akan balik ke balai." I sighed in relief. They kept me in hold for two hours. Dua jam. Yes. Aku benci sebenarnya. When they left, I pulled out my phone to call Naim. Putting the phone to my ear, it begins to ring.

"Laju lah Naim, jawablah." I mumbled, yet it goes to voicemail. I gave up on calling him so I texted him instead.

'Naim, ni Sarah. Please call aku balik. Ni pasal Fakhri.' I press send, hoping that he will reply to my message. After 7 seconds, my phone rings. I immediately answered it.

"Sarah?" Naim's voice says on the other end.

"Naim? Hey.." I swallow the lump into my throat, sighing.

"Kenapa ni? Fakhri okey ke?"

"Fakhri baru je kena serang tadi. Tak tau siapa."

"Hah?!" Naim's voice coming off as concern

"Dia ditikam tujuh kali."

"Fakhri..." Naim trails off.

"Dia masih hidup, but not in a good condition." I replied.

"Aku.. aku on the way." Naim says back with hesitation. The phone call went silent, before Naim spoke up again. "Um, Sarah?"

"Ye?"

"Kau tau tak siapa buat ni?"

"Dengar sini. Lebih baik kau datang sini dulu, baru aku cakap dengan lebih lanjut. The fact that its better if you're here." I told him.

"Sarah." Naim voice now stern.

"Fakhri said it was someone in a ghostface mask. Dah, puas?" I mumble, closing my eyes.

"Okay, thanks for calling. Aku akan datang sana." Naim replies. I hang up, walking into Fakhri's room. Fahmi being the first person I text about what happened to Fakhri, then his mom, then Ariz.