Final Girl (Scream 4) BillyxOCxStu

Chapter Eight: "Always will"

Once we got to the station, we went to inform Dewey about the stab-a-thon. To which he agreed is a stupid idea for a party, but said he couldn't shut it down because of the corporation limit and how it's right over the county line. The best he could do was send a few officers to keep an eye out. And wants all of us to stay away from it, hoping I'd stay back at my mom's so the cops can do double duty, watching both Jill and me.

"Dewey, we need to be there to make sure everyone is okay," I said.

"My officers can do that. You all need to stay safe."

"Hazel, Dewey is right. It's not safe there," Mark said. I rolled my eyes, looking over and meeting Billy's gaze. He sightly nodded, something no one else would have noticed if you weren't really looking at him.

I felt my mind reeling, trying to think of a plan to talk to him and Stu alone. Then I thought of something. "Fine. I'm going over to the cemetery for a little while. I'll be home soon."

"Okay, I'll drive you," Mark said, standing up.

"No, I'd rather walk." I gave him a look, and he sighed.

"Okay, I'll see you at your parents'."

"Be careful," Dewey said to us before we both walked out of the station.

"Call me if anything happens," Mark said, and I nodded.

"I will. I just want to clear my head. I'll be okay." He gave me a small smile before pecking me on the forehead and getting into his car.

I started walking down the sidewalk, memories from fifteen years ago flooding my mind the entire walk. I stopped at the small grocery store, getting a few bouquets of flowers on my way.

Once outside the gates of the cemetery, I took a deep breath. I walked in, going to Casey's grave first. I set down one of the bouquets, feeling tears prick my eyes as I looked down at the stone. The anniversary of her death was only a few days ago. Today is the anniversary of Tatum and Sidney's death.

"I'm so sorry, Case. I wish there was more I could have done that night," I mumbled.

I then went to Tatum's, setting flowers down beside a different fresh one, most likely from Dewey. "I'm sorry too, Tate."

I took a shaky breath, moving on to Sidney's. I set down her flowers and looked at the stone with a frown. "I hope you know how truly sorry I am for the part I played in that night, Sid. I really am."

I stood there for another moment before going to the last one. Randy. The anniversary of his death was also only a few days ago. I set the flowers down and sat on the ground in front of the stone, my hand going to my necklace. "Hey Rand," I breathed, looking at his name carved into the smooth rock. "Sorry, it's been a while."

I paused, hearing a rustling before letting out a laugh. "It's all happening again, and this time, these kids think those rules you always talked about are shit. They say it's all different now. I wish I could hear your take on it all." I wiped a few stray tears away. "I miss you so fucking much, Randy." I gripped the necklace, tears falling down my cheeks more rapidly now. "Martha is doing great, and Chad and Mindy are the cutest little things. Mindy is so much like you, it's crazy." I looked down at my left hand where it rested on my knee, looking at the wedding rings which were supposed to match the one Randy would wear. "Makes me wonder what ours would have been like. Similar to them, I'm sure. And of course, movie obsessed." I chuckled, shaking my head. "I love you, Randy. Always will," I whispered, closing my eyes as I heard footsteps getting close.

I stood up, wiping at my eyes, and turning to face Billy and Stu. "Everything okay?" Stu asked, the two of them eyeing the flowers I had placed at various graves.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, glancing back at Randy's grave before walking towards them. "So, what's your plan?"

"Well, we're going to go to the stab-a-thon," Billy started, and I cut him off.

"No way. We don't want the killer to know you're here, remember?"

"We'll be undercover. We're good at sneaking and stalking, remember?" Stu smiled.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, I'm coming too."

"How? Your husband won't let you," Billy said bitterly.

"He's not the boss of me," I said, crossing my arms. "Just keep your phone on you, and I'll meet you guys there."

"Well, here, give me your phone and I'll put our numbers in," Billy said, holding out his hand. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my smartphone, glancing around the cemetery nervously as he typed on it. "There, I texted myself so I can just save your number."

"Good. Now, please, lie low. I should probably get back to the house before they come looking for me."

"Right." We all smiled at each other before Billy looked behind me at Randy's grave once again. "We still are really sorry about what happened to him."

"Me too," I said before making my way to the exit.

"So, that girl you were talking to at the school, was that SId's cousin?" Stu asked as they followed me.

"Yeah, Jill." I nodded.

"She looks a lot like her," Billy mumbled.

"Sure does. I hate that this is all happening to her." I shook my head. Billy and Stu exchanged a look, and I stopped outside their car. "Mind giving me a ride? You can stop down the street, so if the killer is watching the house, they won't be suspicious of the car."

"Okay," they agreed.