Blood Stains ▪︎ Scream (1 - 4) x Hp wtm [On Hold]

Bam! Nica Super Bitch!

spacious bedroom.  Typical.  Tatum and Sidney lay on the bed.
They both wear night shirts.

TATUM: God, I loved it. "I'll send you a copy."  BAM! Bitch went down. "I'll send you a copy." BAM Nica--SuperBitch!

Dewey appears in the doorway holding a bag of ice.

DEWEY: I thought you might want some ice for that right hook.

Nicolle sits up, takes the ice, and puts it on her hand.

DEWEY: I'll be right next door. Try to get some sleep.

Dewey moves back out the door.

NICOLLE: Any word on my Dad?

DEWEY: Not yet, but we're looking. If you need anything...

TATUM: Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Dewey smiles, pulling the door closed on his way out.  Nicolle lies
back down.

NICOLLE: Just another sleepover at the Riley's.

TATUM: Just like old times, ain't it?

NICOLLE: No, nothing's like it used to be.

Nicolle rolls over at her side, away from Tatum.

A telephone RINGS somewhere in the house.

TATUM:  Do you really think Billy did it?

NICOLLE: He was there, Tatum.

TATUM: I knew this guy was too perfect. He was destined to have a flaw.

NICOLE: Yeah, but usually imperfections are weird kinks, not psycho murder.

Dewey sighs and runs a hand over his face as Randy, Nicolle, Tatum, and Caelum snicker. Billy looks offended.

A KNOCK at the door.  It opens and a friendly, graying woman pops
in.  This is MAMA RILEY.  She wears a comforting smile.

MAMA RILEY: Telephone, dear.

TATUM: Who is it?

MAMA RILEY: It's for Sid

NICOLLE: My Dad?

Mama Riley shakes her head sadly.

TATUM: Take a message.

NICOLLE: It's alright. I'll get it.

Nicolle takes off out the door.  Mama Riley motions to Tatum.

MAMA RILEY: How is she?

Tatum shrugs.

The Golden Quartet snorts a laugh

INT.  HALLWAY

Nicolle grabs the phone at the end of the hall.

NICOLLE: Hello?

MAN: Hello Sidney.

IT'S HIM.  The CAMERA does a Hitchcock as Nicolle's entire body
goes stiff.  She CRIES OUT.

NICOLLE: NO YOU DICKWAD

Mama Riley turns in the doorway.  Tatum comes bolting out of the
bedroom.

MAN: Poor Billy-boyfriend. An innocent guy doesn't stand a chance with you.

NICOLLE: LEAVE ME ALONE!

MAN: Looks like you fingered the wrong guy...again.

NICOLLE: Who are you?

TATUM: Hang up, Nica.

MAN: Don't worry. You'll find out soon enough. I promise.

Mama Riley BEATS on a closed bedroom door.

MAMA RILEY: Dewey! Dewey!

MAN: This is gonna be fun, Nicolle. Just like old times.

CLICK.

Dewey flies out of his room wearing only his boxers...holding his
gun.

DEWEY: What? What?

The phone goes dead.  Nicolle stands frozen.

EXT.  BAYBORO MAIN STREET - DAWN - ESTABLISHING

The morning sun shines high over Bayboro Town square.  Cars come to
life, townsfolk stir as the picture postcard community awakens
from a restless sleep.

INT.  KITCHEN - MORNING

Nicolle and Tatum sit at the kitchen table, dressed and ready for
school as Mama Riley serves up breakfast.  A small television sits
on the counter BLARING.

Dewey, in uniform, stands near the door, talking on the phone.

MAMA RILEY: I think you girls really should stay home today.

TATUM: Your objection is duly noted.

NICOLLE: I'd rather be around a lot of people, Mama Riley.

From the TV, Nicolle hears her name, "NICOLLE PRESCOTT..."  All eyes
go to the television.

REPORTER: ..who escaped a vicious attack last night
        was the daughter of Maureen Prescott who
        was brutally killed last year when
        convicted murderer Cotton Weary...

INSERT of COTTON WEARY, in prison fatigues.  A once handsome man,
now haggard and worn.

REPORTER: ..broke into their home and savagely
        raped and tortured the deceased. Cotton
        Weary is currently awaiting appeal for
        the death sentence handed down after the
        young Nicolle testified against him. She
        was the key witness in the state's
        prosecution...

NICOLLE: It's never gonna stop. Is it?

Off screen Nicolle and Randy shake their head and her biological family share a worried look

Dewey is off the phone.

DEWEY: Billy was released. His cellular bill was clean. He didn't make those calls.

NICOLLE:  Somebody called me, Dewey. I'm not making it up.

DEWEY: I know. We're checking every cellular account in the county. Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced. It's gonna take time but we'll find him.

NICOLLE: And my Dad? Any word on him?

Dewey shakes his head "no".

Author's Note

Hello!

Another short chapter because migraines suck! Hope you enjoy! 

Until next time, loves ❤️

- Lily <3