ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ɢɪʀʟ- B.L

CHAPTER EIGHT

Ruby found herself in a surreal atmosphere, torn between pride and fear. The room was saturated with the pungent scent of weed, the air foggy with smoke that dulled her senses. As she waved away the haze, she couldn't help but question the nature of this party.

Voicing her incredulity about the weed-filled ambiance, she received nonchalant responses. It was the typical teenage party with everyone indulging in substances, but what set this one apart was the lurking killer, turning the usual carefree revelry into a potential danger.

Her cautious nature, heightened by her mother's murder, made her stand out in this sea of revelry. Thoughts of the killer haunted her, an invisible threat she couldn't shake. Observing Randy watching a Jamie Lee Curtis movie, she teased him about his apparent obsession, only to find herself grappling with conflicting emotions—jealousy, laughter, or something else entirely.

Tatum, carefree amidst the revelry, lay between Stu, seemingly content. Ruby couldn't help but wonder about the stark difference in their concerns. Tatum's brother being a cop offered her a sense of security, a luxury Ruby lacked.

Despite the grim reality, Ruby joined the group, finding a place on the couch. As the horror movie unfolded, she couldn't suppress the discomfort it brought. Her comment about the film, expressing distaste for the stereotypical portrayal of women, earned laughter from the group. In that moment, she allowed herself a fleeting sense of carefreeness, pushing the killer to the recesses of her mind.

Grabbing a beer, she gulped it down, embracing a false sense of security. Stu's request for more beer prompted Tatum to reluctantly head to the garage, leaving Ruby with a lingering feeling that this night could be different. Little did she know that this normalcy would be shattered, marking the beginning of a nightmarish turn of events.