DEATH IS LIFE | SCREAM

13 Adrenaline Crash

   WHEN AMBER NEVER CAME, she let out a sigh of relief. Tatum thanked whoever constructed the shitty maze like layout of the house.

She heard Amber screech that Tara was missing from the closet. Deciding she'd have a better chance at fighting Amber if the girl was alone.

Tatum tiptoed towards Amber's voice, making sure each step she took was light. She followed her to the foyer, when suddenly she heard grunts and groans of pain, rounding the corner, she paused in the doorway. Watching Tara beat Amber with her crunches. The girl seemed to be handling herself just fine, so Tatum stood back and watched, delighted with the scene in front of her.

She'd never been prouder of her best friend.

She looked over her shoulder every few moments, wanting to keep an eye out for Richie in case he had the idea to sneak up on her.

Tatum guessed she spoke too soon.

Amber kicked Tara's injured leg, giving her a chance to get up, then she began throwing Tara around like a rag doll.

She guessed it was her turn now. Tatum tightened her hold on the shovel and rushed over to Amber. Since the girl's back was facing her, it wasn't hard to get a good hit. It brought a smile to her face when a satisfying crack filled the room and Amber stumbled forward, she lifted the shovel to get another hit but a gunshot frightened her.

Next thing she knew, there was a stinging pain emitting from her left temple, and she fell to the floor. She felt something running down her forehead, bringing her hand up to her head, it felt sticky. Bringing her hand down to see, she was bleeding.

Amber came into her view and towered over her with a cocky smile.

"I'm going to enjoy killing you just like I killed your daddy," Amber then kicked Tatum's ribs and the blonde swore she heard one of them breaking, "And this time you aren't going to trick me."

"You're pathetic." Tatum said.

Amber cackled, "You think I'm the pathetic one."

"I mean, yeah. Instead of actually doing something that mattered with your time, you got obsessed with some mundane horror franchise, and were stupid enough to think this was going to work out. Also, how brainless do you have to be to be groomed by a grown man nerd, who apparently has nothing better to do than fixate on a old movie franchise that didn't even need to be rebooted, and probably lives in his mom's basement. He's not even cute."

That earned Tatum a rather strong kick to her left side by Amber, and honestly, she should've seen it coming.

She revived blow after blow to her right side.

Tatum grabbed the shovel and struck the teen with it in her ankle.

Amber let out a shriek as she lifted her foot up, to cradle her ankle, while she hopped around, "Fucking bitch."

"Fucking cunt."

Amber huffed out, and kicked the blonde one last time, except it was her head instead of her ribs, that left her seeing stars.

"Sam! Where are you going?" Tatum heard Richie taunt from the other side of the house, "Your big scene's coming up!"

Tatum rolled onto her uninjured side while cradling her head, "You just got a few spare moments to live." Amber teased her and walked off.

Tatum just laid there, contemplating what her life was, and how much it sucked in this very moment.

She wished it was all a dream, she'd wake up in the penthouse back in New York. In her room, in her comfortable bed.