Dinner at the Becker house was a somber affair. Mrs. Becker tried her best to keep up appearances, but every glance at Casey's empty chair was a reminder of the tragedy that had struck their family. Cassandra did her best to help, setting the table and making small talk, but the weight of the loss hung heavily in the air.
After dinner, Cassandra cleared the dishes and offered to wash them, needing something to occupy her mind. Mrs. Becker retired to her room early. Mr. Becker lounged in his office, though he didn't work on anything, leaving Cassandra alone in the quiet, grief-stricken house.
She eased her way to Casey's room and closed the door behind her. She leaned against the door and just looked at the room for a solid ten minutes.
Finally, she got the strength to walk in. She'd seen this room a million times. She knew Casey's house better than her own. And yet.. it all felt so foreign.
She looks at Casey's desk. There was an open notebook where Casey was studying for an upcoming test. A cup of water with lipstick remains on it. Cassandra cursed to herself and sat on the edge of the bed. She lays down and runs her hands over her head. It was like she could still hear Casey's laughter. The gossip as they talked about first kisses and celebrity crushes.
Her hand plops to the pillow and she picks it up, hugging it to her chest and inhaling that perfume Casey always wore. She hugs the pillow tighter, if only to imagine she was holding Casey instead.
Gale's words echoed in her mind. The idea of keeping the pressure on the police made sense, even if it meant aligning herself with the likes of Gale Weathers. If it meant justice for Casey and Steve, it was worth it.
Cassandra sits up, but pauses when she sees a little box that was under Casey's pillow. She picks it up to investigate, only to find that it was a gift box with her name on it.
Cassandra's birthday was coming up. It was always a big ordeal to Casey because Cassandra was born on Halloween. Casey loved that. She always went big for Cassandra's birthday.
It felt wrong to open the gift. But, she couldn't help it. The first thing inside the box was a little note.
'From: Casey
To: Casey's little Selena Quintanilla
Happy Birthday!'
Tucked inside was an object rolled in tissue paper. Cassandra sniffled, though she didn't realize she was crying, and unwraps it. A little tube of lipstick falls out. Chanel Beauty in a shade 'Brick'. The same exact brand that Cassandra's favorite singer used to wear.
Cassandra stands up and takes the box and lipstick with her. She'd told Casey so many times about how Selena was her idol. And Casey always listened.
She looks up from the lipstick and takes a breath. But, her eyes just find a collage of photos on the wall. The same picture from Cassandra's locker- the day she smiled the biggest she ever had.. was there. And on it was a little sticker that read 'best day ever'.
That was the final straw. She grabbed her coat and left the room. She stopped by Mr. Becker's office and asked permission to use the car, which he granted with ease and words of 'be careful. Then, she headed out, making her way to the Woodsboro police station.
As she approached the station, she saw the flashing lights of police cars and the bustling activity of officers and reporters. Something big had happened.
Cassandra pushed through the crowd, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. Inside the station, the atmosphere was tense. Officers were talking in hushed tones, and a few reporters were trying to get statements. She spotted Sheriff Burke talking to a group of officers and made her way towards him.
"Excuse me, Sheriff," Cassandra called out, trying to keep her voice steady.
Sheriff Burke turned to her, his expression weary. "Cassandra, what are you doing here? You should be at home."
"I couldn't just sit there," she said, her voice firm. "I need to know what's going on. Have you found anything about Casey's killer?"
The sheriff sighed, running a hand over his face. "We're working on it, Cassandra. But it's complicated. There was another attack tonight."
Cassandra's heart skipped a beat. "Another attack?"
"Sidney Prescott," the sheriff said, his voice grim. "She was attacked at her home. She's safe now, but it was close."
Cassandra felt a surge of fear and anger. "Who did it? Did she see who it was?"
"We have a suspect in custody."
"Who?" Cassandra demanded, her mind racing.
The sheriff hesitated. "Billy Loomis."
Cassandra's blood ran cold. Billy? But, Billy was the one trying to calm her down. He was there for Cassandra.
"I need to see Sidney," Cassandra said, her voice shaking. "Please, Sheriff."
The sheriff looked at her for a long moment before nodding. "Alright. But keep it brief. She's been through a lot."
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