The other Belmont twin + [Jake Fitzgerald]

my shirt

Nancy curled into bed, pulling her sheets up to cover the ligature marks round her neck, she leaned over clicking her phone screen to see the early morning time of 2:45, she sat up, her-jakes large sweatshirt falling over her thighs, she sighed sitting at her desk and opening her laptop to see the latest slasher stories of Lakewood...

For some reason Wills snoring could be heard from downstairs, with a second set of lungs chorusing with his, Nancy made her way downstairs to reveal her brother curled on the sofa with Jake sprawled out on the floor, the small girl smiled and continued to pour the orange juice into her glass with her back facing the boys.

Nancy stared into the oblivion while placed on the counter top, soothed by the sound of her brothers breathing. By now it was 3 am, Jake awoke to see a small figure on the countertop, the shirt she wore unbuttoned revealing the underwear she was currently wearing, Jake moved in her direction placing his hand on her knee and his body in between her legs, using every once of his body's strength not to passionately kiss the girl,

Nancy smiled, placing a hand on Jakes shoulder, his chocolate eyes looked sad at her, bellowing the sympathy he felt for her, he moved his hand slowly up her leg, making her breathing hitch slightly and he replaced it on her back pulling her in for a hug, her head rested on his shoulder as she softly sobbed,

"I know, I know"

His words were like wings showing her of her protection, she came down of the counter still engulfed in Jakes arms, Nancy did love him and wished they could be together, but she was the target of a serial killer and couldn't let him love something so broken, so desperate, so weak... she wouldn't let him fall for her, wouldn't let him fall at all, she would always catch Jake Fitzgerald, wether it cost her everything.

"Hey. Isn't that my shirt?"

"Mine now"

"Whatever you say, princess."

Jake advised Nancy to go to bed, wrapping his large arm around her small frame they got into her room, Jake admired the girl, stopping to see the scars and bruises she had so far gained from the Lakewood Slasher, the ligature marks round her neck reminded him of her very near death in the janitors closet.

"You're stronger than this, Nance"

She tilted her head in confusion furrowing her brows, his large hands took the collar of the shirt and exposed her full neck pointing to the galaxy coloured scar, she put her head down in shame, she looked, she felt, she was weak. And everyone knew it.

"Jake.."

"No. Nancy, listen to me you're strong, and it insane, I mean a god damn serial killer is after you and you still look like a supermodel"

Nancy genuinely smiled at him, he sat on her bed, this time she was in between his legs, they were only a few inches different in height when he was seated, they stared in the abyss of each other's eyes brown dancing with blue, this was it, this was the moment, the moment they had both been wanting, waiting, dreaming for, everything was perfect they were laughing, their silence was comforting, everlasting as they gazed at each other's features.

Jake had the most exquisite features, a defined jaw line, long, envious eyelashes, eyebrows that were strong, a few moles here and there, his freckles were prominent under his eyes, the veins in his neck, arms and hands teased Nancy as she envisioned him shirtless, his body pushed close against her own. Heaven.

Nancy had a small frame, the ideal size for Jake, she was skinny, her lips were perky, kissable in fact, her nose was lifted, Nancy had a baby face, one that wasn't tainted by makeup, freckles that splattered the pale canvas, eyes that capture the rippled waves of the sea, small bags that formed under her eyes, or her teeth, how her smooth voice grazed her teeth as she spoke, her boney limbs were  covered with large clothes emphasised her small amount of fat, Jake watched her, imagined her close to him, on top of him, breathing on him, kissing him, caressing him.

Yet faint snores were heard from besides the boy as Nancy Belmont, a little body with a lot of love, was fast asleep on his chest, he forever wanted this moment to last forever.

So was the killer, who sat in the corner of Nancys room, watching as Jake placed his hands in all the wrong places, stroking his blade the killer watched as Nancy tossed and turned in her sleep, naked now that Jake had left her, the killer muzzled her, covering her mouth with a chemical dowsed cloth, slashing her body into pieces.

This was it. This was the death of Nancy Belmont. The end of the movie. The end of the killing spree. That was before she woke up, Mr.Branson still talking

authors note:

new chapter, gosh I actually did it! this is such a cool dream sequence and I really enjoyed writing it, hope you guys are still reading almost a year later!

ken❤️