One Way Or Another (Scream 3) BillyxOCxStu

Chapter Seventeen: "We have to let you go."

I sat in the waiting room for a few more hours, trying to stay distracted by watching the soaps they had playing on the small TV, or reading magazines. But my mind was reeling.

Gale left a little while after I got there, and Dewey stayed with me for about an hour before he went home, to get some much-needed rest. He tried getting me to go home as well, but I refused.

I tried thinking of a story the boys and I could tell the police. Now that Roman is a part of it all, we could blame everything on him. Maureen, Casey, Steve, Himbry. But, Tatum, Kenny, Sid, and her dad, those are the ones I can't figure out a story for. Unless we say Roman was there that night, and he was the one to kill Tatum and Kenny. Sid and her dad would be the only ones they'd have to take the blame for since they were the only ones people, meaning me, saw, and they should get less time for just them, right? Especially when we say that Roman manipulated them into doing it.

I saw Wallace walk down the hall, heading towards Mark's room. I got up, following a few feet behind. Once he was inside the room, I stood outside, listening through the small crack in the door.

"They're awake, but won't speak to anyone," Wallace said.

"I figured they wouldn't," Mark said with a sigh. "Unless it's to Hazel."

"She's still here. Hasn't left the waiting room."

Mark chuckled, "You really thought she would?"

"If she knew what was good for her, she would." I rolled my eyes at Wallace's reply.

"Well, right now, she's innocent. We have no evidence saying they have been in contact other than that one phone call the night Sarah Darling was murdered." I smiled, glad that the phone wasn't traced back to specifically Roman. It was quiet for a moment until Mark let out a deep sigh, "Let her see them."

"What?" Wallace exclaimed.

"She has been helping me with this investigation from the beginning. Let her talk to them, as long as she tells us what they say. But don't hover, we need to make sure she still trusts us. Give them privacy. Besides, she won't leave till she sees them, and they won't talk to anyone else."

I grinned, going back to my place in the waiting room so Wallace wouldn't think I was eavesdropping. I sat down, looking up at the TV but not paying any attention as I waited for Wallace to come back.

Only a minute or so went by before he came back down the hall and right over to me. I looked up at him with a bored expression. "Can I help you?" I asked.

He narrowed his eyes. "They are awake."

I stood up, trying to keep the smile off my lips. "Can I see them?"

"Yes, But-"

"Wait, really?" I furrowed my brows, pretending to be surprised.

"Mark's orders. But, you have to tell us what was talked about, seeing as you're still technically helping this investigation and they won't utter a single word to anyone else."

"Deal," I smiled, following behind him down the opposite hallway. There were two armed officers outside a door and I felt my stomach start to do flips out of nervousness.

We stopped outside and he glanced over to me before opening the door. I took a deep breath and followed him inside.

Billy and Stu lay on beds that were side by side, both of them handcuffed to the rails. They looked tired and pale, neither one looking towards the door when we walked in. "You ready to talk yet?" Wallace asked harshly.

They both ignored him, but I could see Stu's eyebrow twitch up, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. Billy looked the opposite, completely pissed off, his jaw tightly clenched as he looked out the window.