After a year of being away from Woodsboro Amara is back. Suspicions were high since Amara showed up just hours before her ex best friend was murdered but she was left alive. Was it because of luck? Doubt it.
STATUS: Ongoing
OcxBillyloomis or is it S...
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^^^Danny Espen
I groan annoyed as the landline phone goes off again for the fifth time this morning. It must be important to be calling this damn early. Before I can answer the phone a loud urgent knock comes from my door.
I look through the peephole to see it's Tatum, I barely open the door before she's pushing her way inside.
"Something happened at the hospital,"
"What?"
"Yeah some staff and patients were attacked, and it would be the day before my Pink party to celebrate me beating Bianca in the race," she rambles off track. I grab her shoulders pulling her close.
"T, I need you to focus, is Billy okay?" I rub my wrist as if to calm myself.
"I'm not sure that's why I grabbed you so we can check on him together," I nod urgently, picking up a random top and throwing it on.
"Really, You're wearing that?" she asks, giving me a look of disgust.
"Leave me alone," I grumble, grabbing her wrist and my bat heading out the door. The closer we got to the hospital the more scared I felt and I'm not sure why. Police had reporters blocked off far from the hospital entrance.
As we left the parking lot I felt relief seeing Stu's car was there. We definitely needed to talk about that kiss and how it almost led to something else. I hate how weak I am when it comes to them.
When we got inside the hall that led to Billy's room was blocked off with caution tape. A man at the front yelled at the receptionist about his car being towed, she kept repeating that she gave him the number which did nothing to ease his yelling. I count to ten in my head before pushing him out of the way.
"What the fuck is your problem," he takes steps toward me but they falter when I hold my bat up.
"Pretty isn't she?" I smile rubbing the bat and turning it so he'd see the dried blood. "And no she isn't for baseball,"
He gulps saying nothing else as he heads out the doors. Tatum laughs behind me whispering well done.
"Billy Loomis, coma patient, is he okay?" I ask tapping the baseball bat on the computer she jumps on but starts typing on her computer.
"You know you're pretty scary, I both love and fear that about you," Tatum says I tilt my head at her not sure whether she wants me to take that as a compliment or not.
"Billy Loomis was moved downstairs, he's fine. Looks like he was unharmed," she says, adjusting the glasses on her face.
"What happened here?" Tatum asks, whispering when cops walk by.
The receptionist looks around before leaning in, "I'm not at liberty to say but since you got rid of that guy for me. We think someone broke in, and a lot of people were hurt. There was so much bloodshed for a moment I thought Daniel Espen had woken up but he's still unresponsive."