Killer Kings

Chapter 8: Funtime Playtime

"What the fuck? What the fuck?! What the absolute FUCK?!" I snappily ask, shouting at the TV as I watch the nightly news on how Billy was fucking arrested all because he went to comfort his terrified "girlfriend".

Gail Weathers, who I have been told is a real bitch, is outside the police station reporting that Sidney was attacked seconds before Billy got to her house, and she blamed him for the whole thing.

FOR EVERY-FUCKING-THING!!

He technically isn't the one who attacked her, so he really is innocent on this. Plus, Stu's the one that killed Chelse and River, so again, Billy technically hasn't killed anyone yet, meaning he is innocent right now! Even if he is the mastermind behind the whole thing, but still!!

"I swear, if this is phase two, I'm going to fucking throttle that boy into next fucking week. A fucking heads up would've been nice instead of hearing through the fucking news one of my new boyfriends was fucking arrested!!" I scream at the top of my lungs, throwing the couch pillow across the living room and just barely missing the TV. This just makes me scream again, throwing the remote across the room and listening to it land in the kitchen.

My anger does not calm down even a little.

Suddenly, I watch as the camera points to the ground as it starts to move, like the camera man is walking. I watch the screen, hoping to see a glimpse of Billy, but what I get is ten times worse. The BITCH who put my Billy behind bars for a crime he never fucking committed.

"Some night, huh? What happened? Are you alright?" Gail asks Sidney, shoving the microphone into the bitch's face, but Tatum shoves Sidney behind her and defends her friend. The fact that Tatum is going along with it makes me hate her all over again. Well, more than I already do, and it makes a fire burn in my veins.

"No, no, Tatum, it's alright. She's just doing her job, isn't that right, Gail?" Sidney asks the dark-haired older woman with a snarky tone in her voice. Gail nods her head, confirming it, but that just makes Sidney angrier. "So, how's the book?"

"Oh, well, it'll be out later this year." Gail says, and Sidney angrily tells her that she'll look for a copy. What fucking book? Am I missing something here? "I'll send you a copy."

I gasp as Sidney whips around and cold-cocks Gail in the face, knocking the woman down to the ground. I would've cheered her on if I wasn't so pissed off at her, and before I know what I'm doing, I storm out of the house, grabbing my keys and jacket along the way.

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I never thought I'd be buying a Ghostface costume in the middle of the night two towns over while dressed in a Michael Myers t-shirt and yoga shorts, but here I am. I tap my combat booted foot on the floor as I stand in line, waiting for it to be my turn, and I nearly have half the mind to kill the boy standing in front of me.

Don't lose it yet.

He's been at the register for ten whole minutes, and I want nothing more than to bash his brains in against the counter, but I hold myself back from continuing on with my homicidal thoughts. On the drive over here, I'd called Stu several times to try to get answers, but all I got was a, "Tatum, fuck" before the call dropped. So, now I'm triple pissed as my hands start to shake with rage.

Don't fucking lose it yet.

"Bitch doesn't even fucking deserve him." I snap to myself, growling loudly for the eighth time. The boy in front of me apologizes profusely, but I silence him with a glare. I'm pretty sure my vibes are screaming homicidal bitch right now, which would explain why the woman standing behind me is about three feet away.