Tear You Apart || Billy Loomis & Stu Macher ✓

Epilogue II

[ i'm sorry for taking forever to give yall these epilogues. i've been working on multiple other books that are in my drafts. i've decided to combine my plans for this ending and make it into one final chapter, so this might feel a bit jumbled and rushed. ]

Wednesday, November 1, 2000
3:52 am

The pain of contractions was the worst kind of pain you have ever experienced in your twenty-one years of life, and that meant a lot considering the types of torment — mostly mental — you've gone through in these last few years.

Giving birth to Billy Loomis' daughter on Halloween night was something you never thought you'd end up doing — and it was a c-section of all things. Of course, his baby would be a difficult child, even before escaping the womb.

However, she did sort of rescue you at the right moment, so you could give her that.

You truly thought Billy would've ended your life in that haunted house. The crazed look in his eyes told you that he'd gone completely off the rails during his time spent locked up.

But this miracle pregnancy somehow managed to convince him to let you go — well, let you go in the physical sense, meaning he allowed Dewey to take you to the hospital while he and Stu stayed at a distance.

They obviously wouldn't be in the room during the whole birthing process, being wanted in two different states and all. But Randy was. He was the only one you wanted by your side. He held your hand throughout the whole thing, even when your body went numb after taking the epidural.

Eventually, you passed out after the baby was surgically removed from your stomach and hadn't woken until three in the morning. One of the nurses came by to check on you, and when you requested to see your child, she brought the baby straight to you.

Now, you've simply been holding her for the past thirty minutes as she's done nothing but sleep. And all you could do was sit there, eyes hazing over as you reminisced on the past.

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Wednesday, September 25, 1996
4:45 pm

"All right! Take it from the top!" Casey declared, pressing the button on the stereo to restart the music.

You let out a groan as you held your blue-and-yellow pompoms together, sweat glistening on your forehead and nose. You began to move your arms to the beat, performing each motion with precision.

"C'mon, Tatum. Keep up." Casey snapped her fingers after noticing her lack of movement.

You looked to your left and saw the blonde stretching down to one leg before straightening up again.

"God, who made her cheer captain?" Tatum grimaced as she started swinging her pompoms lazily. "This isn't the revolutionary dance she thinks it is."

You snickered, attempting to conceal your laughter during a spin. "It's not all bad," you said. "You just don't like her because she and your current boo-thing used to go steady."

"Sweetie, that's a valid reason," Tatum voiced, looking off to the football field where the boys were also practicing. "I mean, how do you feel about your bestest friend dating your brother? They've probably already done—"