𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚. | Ethan Landry x reader |

chapter one; the first attack

chapter one; the first attack

prologue

Y/n's first instinct was to grab the nearest big thing near her that could do damage, which was a knife, lucky that Quinn's room was right next to the kitchen. She lunged at Ghostface, and he grabbed her and turned her around, putting her in a headlock and a knife to her throat. She dropped the knife and pulled at his arm, trying to get airflow through her breathing passages and to loosen his grip on her, maybe finding a way to escape his grasp. "get off! Quinn!" she screamed for help.

Quinn ran out of her bedroom and gasped, rushing around the island table and grabbing his arm off of y/n from behind him. y/n quickly picked up her knife and pointed it toward him, backing away. Quinn ran back around the island table and went behind her. Ghostface ducked and ran full force at her and picked her up from her thighs, slamming her against the wall, knocking the knife out of her hand, and pushing Quinn out of the way.

"what the hell are you doing?!" y/n pushed and kicked while Ghostface just put his finger over the smug smile of his mask, and made a 'shh' noise. "you asshole!" Ghostface angrily and impulsively stabbed his knife into her stomach and slid her down the wall, eventually down to the floor. Quinn screamed and stayed there in fear, but Ghostface turned around and slit her thigh.

y/n let out a silent scream, quiet and broken squeaks coming out of her lips in no particular pattern. "shit..." Ghostface let out a sentence, of course with a voice change. "sorry...but you called me an asshole and I just had to. Love you." and with that he lifted his mask only enough to give y/n a kiss on the cheek, his stubble itching her cheek. A clue.

With that, he stood up and walked out the door with y/n's blood on his robe. "Qu-Quinn-..." she struggled to get words out. "Call the police." "Okay...y/n I'm so sorry I didn't do anything I was just frozen-" "It's fine. y/n interrupted her and looked down at her bloody hand covering her even more bloody stomach.

The police had arrived, along with Sam, Tara, Chad, and Mindy, plus her new girlfriend, Anika.

"Oh my goodness, are you okay?" Anika helped y/n walk to the ambulance, with gauze already on from what the police could do. "yeah Anika, I'm fine." "do you want me to ride with you in the ambulance?" she asked, concerned. "no, no, it's okay. I'd rather ride alone." Anika nodded and waved goodbye as she got onto the stretcher. Just as the ambulance doors were about to close, someone jumped on. Sam? Tara? Mindy? Chad? Quinn? "hey, y/n." a nervous male voice spoke up. y/n lifted her head.

Ethan. Ethan laundry. "Ethan? What are you doing here?" y/n asked in surprise, blushing. "well, I heard that you got a little cut." he joked and pushed her shoulder. She rolled her eyes, classic Ethan. "yeah, but why are you riding in the ambulance with me? Wouldn't you rather comfort Quinn?" she asked, clearly confused by this whole situation. "well yeah but my sister did just get a little cut. She'll be fine, but you got a whole gash in your stomach." y/n chuckled. "yeah." she tried to ignore the fact that she looked like shit right now, messy hair, sweaty, and still in her pajamas.

"so how are you doing right now?" he broke her out of her thoughts as well as the awkward silence. "I mean, I'll be fine. I've been through this before." "oh yeah...sorry." he awkwardly looked somewhere else, avoiding eye contact. "it's fine. People bringing it up isn't gonna magically gonna make me relive every moment in my head. I mean, it used to, but now I'm just sort of numb to it, I guess? I've kind of got this mindset that whatever happens, happens. And it's for a reason." she explained. "that deep. And kind of sad." she shrugged "It's just my life I guess."

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the hospital and she got wheeled to the emergency room while Ethan tried to keep up. They arrived at a door and while y/n was wheeled into the room, a nurse stopped Ethan. "relative?" he turned his head no. "husband?" he bit his lip and thought for a moment.

"yes. shes my wife." the nurse stepped aside walked in and sat on a chair just as the two doctors left. "so what's the diagnosis?" he got settled into the uncomfortable chair. "they're gonna stitch me up and then I can go back home." he nodded his head "good plan." y/n's phone rang, it was sam. she picked it up. "sam? What's up?" "y/n im so glad you picked up. ghostface attacked again. It's okay nobody's dead, but Tara got hurt pretty badly." then she said a sentence that made her eyes wide.

"We need you and Ethan to move into the apartment."

"What?! The apartment only has 3 rooms. How the hell is that gonna work?" she tensed up. "okay so, Quinn and Ethan, me and Tara, and then you, Chad, and Mindy in the biggest room. That way family is all together." y/n sighed, the plan wasn't all that bad, it would be fun for everyone to live together, but she knew that Sam was only saying this because she was paranoid, but then again y/n didn't really wanna live alone either. "fine. let me ask Ethan." ethans head perked up curiously. "what do you think about moving in with Quinn?" Ethan shrugged "Sure, why not?" y/n sighed.

"Okay, we'll do it."