Fuck You! (Scream 6 Fanfiction)

Chapter 18

Summary:

Ethan wakes up, Gina is scared, Sam comes to a conclusion, and Ethan comes to a horrible truth.

Notes:

y'all... we are almost done, it's like watching your kid go to college.

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TW: Ethan and Tara have self-degrading thoughts - please revisit the tags if you need a reminder, these last two chapters will be going very heavily into those tags (major character death, minor internalized homophobia, graphic violence, deranged thoughts)

The first thing Ethan saw when he opened his eyes was plush leather. Odd, if he remembers correctly, he was supposed to be in the afterlife. The dark hot one, not the pearly gates. He lifts his head; it feels like a stampede on the brain. His eyes flicker around, it's dark and he's on something plush but still uncomfortable. He shifts his head to the side, coming face to a window where the lights flicker past, the buildings overshadowing.

He's in a car?

He uses the door next to his head to sit up, leaning on it and looking through his hair towards the console. His eyes trace the muscular arm on the wheel, up the veins towards the sleeve of the black shirt. Chad?

Maybe he somehow got into heaven.

His eyes go to the right, finding a small frame in the passenger seat. Sitting pretty in a pale blue long sleeve shirt, with her black hair cascading down her shoulders, was Tara.

Yep, definitely heaven.

Both of the front passengers in the car tense. Chad's hands tighten on the wheel and Tara's shoulders raise towards her ears. Chad's eyes look up towards the rear-view mirror, finding Ethan's equally dark eyes.

He must have said that out loud.

"Hi," Ethan says with a raspy voice, his throat flaring up in pain. Gosh, it hurts still, not as much as his stomach does right now, but Tara did a number on him. He deserves it though... Wait what?

"Hi," Chad says back, his jaw locked so it comes out gritted. He looks so handsome, Ethan thinks, and how being in this car with them is all he could ever want.

"Where are we going?" Ethan asks, thinking he's going to sit in a cold cell for the rest of his life. Somehow, as deserving as it is, is so much worse than death. Death would grant him an end to his suffering. He would see his family again. A cell is worse than anything because he wouldn't be able to see Chad or Tara. They wouldn't visit.

Chad hesitates in answering, his eyes going back to watching the road instead of trying to multitask. Ethan wants his eyes back on him, to focus solely on him. "We're heading to your family's house," Tara answers, not even looking back towards him. She fiddles with the ends of her sleeves.

"Oh," Ethan says, trying to think about how that makes him feel. He feels a little hollow right now, maybe because he watched his mother get murdered in that house, but he grew up in that house with his siblings and father too. He feels sad, and maybe a little angry. Not now, but maybe in the future it will sting and make him cry himself to sleep. He thinks he's worn out, or too focused on two specific individuals for it to matter right now.

Chad looks nervous, his eyes still on the road but somehow focused on something else, "you feeling alright?"

"How do you want me to answer that?" Ethan hears himself ask softly. It's a good question because he's in pain in all ways imaginable. Physical, that's obvious, but mental... Okay, maybe that one was obvious too.