[ BEWARE ! cheating ! poorly-written smut ! you have been forewarned. ]

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I'M IN CONTROL, BABY GIRL, NOT YOU.

☆︎ SEPTEMBER 26TH, 1996 ☆︎

The only reason Dewey even drove off, leaving Indiana alone on the Loomis' front porch, was because Billy's truck was parked in the driveway, meaning Indiana wouldn't be left alone. She waved goodbye at them before facing the door, moving to knock.

But then she looked over at her house and hesitated. The sun was still up, but that also didn't mean anything given how Sidney was attacked in the bathroom at school.

"Just gonna grab clean clothes," she said to herself, shrugging.

It only took a few seconds to jog to her own house and let herself inside. Indiana moved quickly, knowing Billy was waiting for her. She tossed her clothes from the night before at Tatum's in her hamper and then grabbed some fresh ones, shoving them in her bag. Then Indiana was leaving as soon as she arrived, booking it for the front door.

Until the phone rang.

Indiana came to a halt and clenched her eyes shut, listening to the ringing. "Don't pick up. Do not pick it up, Indiana," she muttered to herself. "Don't, don't, don't — oh, fuck me."

After dropping her things, she stomped toward the phone in the kitchen. She let out a few more curses, because honestly, what were the odds of it being anyone but him? Then she reluctantly picked up the phone.

"Hello?" she asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her tone.

"Hi there, Indiana," the now familiar, gravely— and admittedly, still attractive — voice greeted her.

"Three days in a row. I'm touched," Indiana said flatly.

Ghostface chuckled lowly. "I guess I just can't stay away from you, Baby Girl."

Indiana leaned forward against the kitchen counter. "Well, that answers my next question."

"And what question is that?"

"Which one you are, of course," she said, laughing humorlessly. There was silence on the other end, which had her grinning. "You both call me different things. And your friend from last night was taller — tried to hit your head and got his chest instead. He was a little clumsier too. Really easy to knock over."

"Well, maybe I got some new boots that make me taller. It's not easy to break shoes in."

Indiana couldn't help but laugh. "I'm not fucking stupid, Ghost Boy. Well, Ghost Boy Number One, I should say," she said in an almost teasing tone. Then she sighed. "Let me guess. You're in my house."

"I knew you were a smart one," Ghostface told her. "Why don't you come and find me?"

"Why don't I just walk next door and forget all about you?" she countered.

"Because then I'll kill your sister when she gets home," he threatened darkly. "How's that sound?"

Indiana tensed up, glaring ahead at the wall. Then she grabbed one of the kitchen knives and started moving around the house. "Touch Virginia — any of my friends — and I'll make the walls look like a Jackson Pollock."

"God, I fucking love how much you hate me."

"Yeah, I didn't even care that much after you gutted Casey and Steve — you owe me a Halloween deposit for that, by the way," Indiana grumbled while throwing open the hall closet. It was empty. "But you went after Sidney. I can't let you hurt her."

"Oh, she's gonna be pretty fucking hurt when I'm done with her," Ghostface spat, the hatred in his tone clear. Indiana just didn't understand how someone could ever hate Sidney. "Then it'll just be you and me."

"And your partner," she reminded him. No, he never confirmed it, but Indiana knew there were two of them. The downstairs bathroom was empty as well. "Do you wanna maybe speed this up? I've got plans."

"Oh, sorry if I'm keeping you," he said sarcastically. "Guess you're just dying to go fuck Sidney's boyfriend behind her back."

"For your information," she said while beginning to climb the stairs, "yeah. I'd like to know there's not a mask-wearing freak watching should I choose to suck his fucking dick."

Ghostface let out a low groan, and if she wasn't so fucking pissed about him trying to kill Sidney, Indiana knew she would've loved the sound. "You're gonna kill me talking like that, Baby Girl."

Indiana grinned and turned the knife in her hand. "That is the idea."

"Then let me give you a hint," he said as she reached the top of the stairs.

A loud thump sounded from downstairs, luring Indiana back. "So," she said, trying to keep up the conversation and find out more. "I'm guessing you have some kind of voice changer shoved up in that mask so that you and your taller friend can sound the same."

"He's not that much taller. Just four inches," he grumbled, likely rolling his eyes.

Indiana silently grinned at the confirmation. "Well, in my experience, four inches more makes a difference," she joked. "Now, where the fuck are you?" The high-pitched sound of a symbol crashing hit her ears, and she rushed to the side entrance of the garage. "Stay the fuck away from Soph's drums!"

She barged into the garage but didn't spot him at first. The light was off, and the door was closed, but she could see well enough from the windows lining the top of the garage door as she moved over to the instruments. How was he so good at hiding? He was six feet fucking tall.

"Come on, Ghost Boy," Indiana spoke into the phone. "The anticipation is boring me."

"Maybe I'm not in the garage anymore."

Indiana spun on her heel and saw that the door back into the house was swaying slightly. She huffed and stomped back out of the garage, wanting this to be over. She didn't like how he was toying with her. "Look, could you just get this — fuck!"

As soon as Indiana had stepped into the kitchen, a hard body was shoving her up against the wall. The knife fell from her hand and clattered to the floor. She let out a huff of annoyance and stared up at the white mask, wishing she could see who was on the other end.

"I bet you don't even have a hot voice," she said, glaring at him.

"My voice is perfectly—"

Indiana quickly headbutted him. Admittedly, it hurt her more than it hurt him, but it was enough force to distract him. She then kneed him in the stomach before shoving him off her completely. The knife on the floor wasn't far, which she lunged for. But then Ghostface went for her fucking ankle again, making her trip and fall to the ground.

"Stop - grabbing - my - ankle!" she said while trying to kick him off.

She managed to grab onto the countertop and hoist herself up. But before she could run, Ghostface got up as well and pinned her hard to the counter from behind. He grabbed Indiana's wrists and held them to the surface to keep her from trying to hit him.

When Indiana realized she wasn't going to get out of his hold, she groaned in annoyance. "Don't stop struggling," Ghostface said, his covered mouth near her ear. With him so close, she could make out the faint crackle coming from the voice modulator he was using. "Takes the fun out of it."

With an eye roll, she tried to push him off her. But then he pressed his hips forward more, giving her very little mobility. And Indiana couldn't fucking believe what she felt against her ass.

"Is that a knife in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" she asked, letting out a snarky laugh.

"It's a knife," he said pointedly. Indiana didn't know if she believed him — but then again, he didn't have a knife in hand, so it had to be somewhere.

But then Indiana moved backward, intentionally creating more friction. It caused Ghostface to let out another one of those groans, and Indiana shut her eyes, refusing to admit that she liked the sound. She did laugh again, though.

"God, you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid, Ghost Boy."

Ghostface tightened his grip on her wrists. "There's usually more fighting for your life rather than talking at this point in the night," he informed her.

Indiana suddenly stomped on his foot and threw her elbow back into his stomach, getting him off of her. She ducked and ran around the counter before he could recover. "Sorry, I'm new to the whole victim thing," she said with a wide grin.

The two stared at each other, the counter separating them. When Indiana leaned one way, he mirrored her actions, ready to chase her when she inevitably ran.

"Oh," Ghostface said, tilting his head, "you're not my victim, baby. You're my final girl."

Indiana had seen countless horror movies, so the phrase didn't fly over her head. Final girls were the only ones that remained alive at the end. So, Ghostface didn't want her dead.

But he wasn't planning for any of her friends to survive either.

Despite the actual fear she was feeling — not for herself but for everyone else — she pushed past it and cocked an eyebrow. "So, you do wanna fuck me!" she accused.

"You offering, Baby Girl?" he asked in a flirty tone.

Indiana shrugged. "Maybe if you weren't trying to crazy murder everyone I know and love!" she snapped. Then she grabbed a mug off the counter and chucked it at him. Ghostface just ducked to the side, but she continued to grab nearby things to throw at him.

"Stop throwing shit!"

"Stop murdering people!" she shouted back. "I can recommend a great therapist who specializes in making sure you don't stab people to death."

When Indiana threw a giant, glass bowl meant for eating popcorn, Ghostface groaned in annoyance while catching it. Then he threw it right back. Indiana squealed and dropped to the ground, covering her face to keep glass out of her eyes when it smashed against the upper cabinets.

"Shit," Indy cursed before getting back up. Then she saw that Ghostface was gone from her sight, making her curse again. "God-fucking-damn it."

Just to be careful, Indiana picked up one of the larger shards from the bowl, wielding it as a weapon as she crept around the counter. She kept an eye out for him as she moved from the kitchen, but when she got around the corner and saw the front door wide open, she relaxed.

With the killer gone, she still wasn't free to go to Billy's. There was broken glass all over the kitchen, which she needed to clean up, not wanting Virginia to come in half-asleep and cut her feet on it. And as she got the broom, Indiana was wishing she was bashing one or both of the Ghostface's heads in.

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"Indy? Indy!" Billy shouted while running into the Winger house. "The door was wide open! Are you okay?"

He went straight to the kitchen and paused at what he saw. Indiana wasn't sweeping anymore. She was sitting on the floor next to the pile of broken coffee mugs and plates that she'd properly throw away once she had a box or something to put it all in.

"Shit, Indy," he breathed out, slowly coming over. "What happened? Y - you never came over. I got worried."

"Ghost Boy just left. Do you have, like, a cardboard box or something?" she asked, looking at the glass.

Billy looked around in alarm. "He was here? Now? Jesus, have you called the police?"

Indiana rolled her eyes, letting out a scoff. "Yeah, fucking right," she muttered. Then she held out her hands, silently requesting for him to help her stand, which he did so easily. "The police will do fuck all about them."

"Them?" he questioned.

"Don't worry about it," she mumbled, shaking her head. She didn't want to tell people there were two of them without having proof. Then she managed to smile up at him. "But thanks for coming and checking on me."

"Of course," Billy said while wrapping her in a hug. She melted against him, selfishly appreciating the feel of his arms around her. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I promise," Indy assured him. "It's the least scathed I've come out of this whole thing."

"C'mon," he said while leading her from the kitchen and up the stairs. "You've got... glass in your hair. I'll get you cleaned up."

Indiana let Billy lead her up to the bathroom across from her room. There, she slid up onto the sink counter and he began carefully looking through her hair to get out the small pieces of glass. He dropped them into the cup Indy kept her toothbrush in, and she made a mental note to add it to the pile downstairs once she had a box to discard it all in.

"Sid, um, Sid told us about your fight," Indiana said quietly, breaking the silence that'd fallen over them for a few minutes. She saw how Billy's jaw tightened in anger, so she reached up and softly ran her hand over his jaw, rubbing it until he relaxed. "It's not the same — what happened with her mother and yours."

"Of course, you're taking her side," he said with a scoff. He also took a step back, cutting off her contact with him.

"No, I'm not. And even though you shouldn't have said those things, I know you're just angry and hurt," she told him. "You lost your mother, Billy. The others forget that sometimes."

"You forgot," Billy whispered, looking down. She watched him swallow thickly while thinking over his next words. "You... you were the only person I went to after she left. You'd let me crawl through your window and you'd hold me and comfort me and play your favorite songs for me. But then it just stopped. It was like you left — just like she left."

Indiana's heart broke as she looked at him in such a vulnerable state. He was right, of course. To keep from betraying and hurting Sidney after her mother's death, she did the same to Billy. Half their friendship was spent with her avoiding him when he was still hurting a lot.

Because Maureen didn't want to leave Sidney behind. Indiana's parents didn't want to leave. But Billy's mother chose to leave him behind. While that wasn't as gory and violent as being murdered, it was a constant reminder to Billy that he wasn't enough for her to stay.

"I'm sorry, Billy," Indiana whispered. She reached out for him, and he slowly let her guide his face back to her while stepping between her parted legs. "I'm not going anywhere again. I'll always be here for you no matter what."

"You'll never leave me. Promise?" he asked quietly, looking into her eyes.

"I promise."

A strand of his hair fell over his forehead, so she reached up and pushed it back. Billy caught her hand before she could pull it away, and he held it to his cheek. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying her touch, before he turned his head and placed a kiss to her palm.

The air between them was thick, and neither could be sure who started to lean in first. But nearly one year after the first time, Indiana was finally kissing Billy again. He was soft with her at first, cradling her face carefully and moving his lips gently against hers. Then Indiana hooked her fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and dragged him closer until his hips were digging into her legs.

Billy tried to slide his tongue into her mouth, but Indy teasingly kept them closed, smiling in amusement at the frustrated grunt he let out. The smile dropped when Billy's hand found its way around her throat. He didn't apply nearly as much pressure as Ghostface had the night before, but the bruises were still tender — and she liked the sensation. As soon as her mouth parted to let out a gasp, Billy was kissing her more forcefully.

It only took minutes for her to get completely lost in him, wrapping her legs around his waist and tangling her fingers in his hair. So, she probably wouldn't have noticed how he hoisted her off the counter and began carrying her from the bathroom if she couldn't feel his fingers digging into her thighs.

She didn't question where he was taking her — that was evident enough as he followed the short and familiar route to her bedroom. In the back of her mind, she knew she needed to stop him, she should be thinking of Sidney and how this was wrong because they were still dating. But Billy was sucking on just the right spot underneath her jaw that had her melting in his arms.

When they got in her room, Billy clumsily pushed her door closed with his foot before moving on. He tossed her down on the bed, and Indiana smiled up at him warmly. At first, he didn't move, so she raised her eyebrow challengingly.

"You just gonna stand there all night?" she asked while sitting up on her knees on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.

"Maybe," he said teasingly. As he spoke, his hands found her thighs and he slowly worked his way under the fabric of her dress. "Like Meek says — we're in a horror movie. Having sex is a surefire way to eat it."

"Billy," Indiana said while grabbing his arms, "either fuck me, or I'll hit redial and ask Ghost Boy to do it for you."

"Oh, fuck me," Billy groaned, having already pictured that very thing a hundred times.

"I'm trying," she said jokingly.

Then she pushed his blue t-shirt up over his head and threw it to the side. Indiana licked a line up his abs, grateful for all the football workouts, before she began kissing along his collarbone. And all the while, her hands wandered lower and lower on his torso.

Billy's eyes fell shut for a moment and he let out a quiet groan. But then when Indiana's hand found the growing bulge under his jeans, he took in a sharp intake of breath. Indiana palmed him under his clothes, biting back a grin when his hips jolted forward to increase the pressure.

She began to undo his zipper, but before she could fully undress him, Billy grabbed her face and pulled her into another bruising kiss. As they made out, he laid her on her back while climbing on top of her, grinding his hips against her.

He helped her pull up her dress and get it over her head, it lost along with his shirt. Billy stared down at her in her underwear in awe — no, it wasn't a new sight, but he'd certainly missed it.

"You're so beautiful," Billy murmured as Indiana reached behind to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away.

Again, he moved to kiss her, both barely taking the time to breathe as his hands began to wander. He toyed with her breast, lightly grazing his thumbs over her hardening nipples. Indiana arched up off the bed, trying to find any friction between her core and his jean-clad thigh.

Billy quickly slid a hand down between them, lightly tracing a finger over the fabric of her underwear. Then he slipped underneath the fabric, beginning to rub against her clit. It earned a breathy moan from her, which he swallowed with his kiss. Her whole body felt like it was on fire from such a simple touch.

"Fuck, Billy," she whimpered against his lips, one hand grabbing the bed sheets while the other tugged on his hair. "Keep going."

"That was the plan," he said, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

Then he readjusted his hand and slid his fingers down, grazing her entrance teasingly. When Indy let out a whine and thrust her hips upward, he let out a low, almost mocking chuckle before sliding his middle and ring fingers inside of her. It drew a low, long moan from her lips as he slowly worked it back and forth, helping to build that tightening sensation of desire pooling up inside of her.

Indiana could be embarrassed another time over how she was calling his name out like a pleading prayer, unable to comprehend anything but him and his fingers inside of her and his lips on her chest.

Her hips came up off the bed to meet each thrust until his free hand pushed her back down, keeping his palm flat against her stomach to keep her still. Indiana began to grow dizzy, and she could practically feel the air around her touching her exposed skin.

She could feel Billy grinding against her thigh, seeking out some kind of relief while also taking care of her. For a moment, she thought about stopping him to help him out, but he bit her collarbone, which would surely leave a mark, and the pain had her letting out a loud moan.

Finally, the coil inside of Indiana that'd been growing tighter and tighter since the moment Billy kissed her in the bathroom snapped, an orgasm washing over her. He didn't take his eyes off her, watching as she writhed underneath him, hardly about to catch her breath.

When she finally came down from her high, he slowly pulled his fingers out of her, thinking the breathy whine she let out was just more music to his ears. Billy didn't give her much more time to recover before pressing his fingertips to her bottom lip.

Billy's eyes were practically black as Indiana took his fingers into her mouth, beginning to suck her own cum off of them while not breaking eye contact. She ran her tongue from the base of his knuckles to the tip, making sure they were clean before releasing them.

"Take your fucking clothes off," Indy ordered breathlessly, eyes moving down his body.

"Someone's impatient," he said with a smirk.

As if to prove his point, Indiana rolled her eyes and quickly moved. He wasn't expecting for her to push him onto his back and get on top. She hooked her fingers around the waistband of his jeans, as well as his boxers, and pulled them both down.

Billy let out a hiss as she took his cock in her hands, stroking it a few times. Then she leaned over to her nightstand and took a second to find a condom — Virginia got her a box a while ago that went mostly unused. Indiana leaned down to kiss Billy while rolling it on. She didn't get much further, though, because he was flipping them back over again. With one hand, he kept both of her wrists pinned above her head.

He leaned in close, biting at her jaw. "I'm in control, Baby Girl, not you."

Maybe she'd have questioned the familiar pet name if he hadn't thrust fully inside of her. Indiana cried out, clawing at his shoulders as she adjusted to his size — he did at least pause long enough for her to get used to the full feeling.

"Oh, fuck," he cursed, biting down on her collarbone. Billy rolled his hips slowly before doing it again, speeding up his pace gradually.

Then he did it again and again, and Indiana couldn't believe she'd gone a whole year without this in her life. As he picked up the pace, a cacophony of feelings built up inside of her, a mix of searing pain and complete and total ecstasy. His name fell from her lips pleadingly in between kisses that she gave everywhere she could reach — his jaw, his shoulder, his collarbone, his lip.

Billy felt just as good, groaning and grunting in her ear as he continued to thrust into her deeper and deeper. Fuck, Indiana swore she heard him whine when she clenched around him. She was sure the sound would play on a loop in her mind for days, knowing she was the one to draw it from the boy who was always so silent.

"So - fucking - tight," he grunted, teeth scraping against her skin. He pounded harder with each word, having her cry out. Indiana's nails dug into his back, needing something to hold onto. "Goddamn, Baby Girl. You're mine."

"I'm yours," she managed to choke out. "Fuck, I'm yours, Billy."

To help her along, Billy slipped one of his hands between them, managing to keep his pace with only one arm supporting him. He began rubbing deft circles around her clit. That was all it took, and a second orgasm hit her so suddenly that her vision went out, seeing nothing but a dark haze as it washed over her, body shaking in spasms as he continued to fuck into her roughly.

As her body was still coming down, he gave two more thrusts before finishing as well, his entire body stuttering. He didn't bother to pull out as he pressed his forehead to hers, both catching their breath before Indy leaned her head up to kiss him softly. Billy gripped her jaw tightly to deepen the kiss, keeping her right where he wanted her.

"It's you and me," Billy said, looking down at her. "You won't leave me."

Indiana shook her head as much as she could with him holding her jaw. "I won't leave you."

☆︎ SEPTEMBER 27TH, 1996 ☆︎

It would've been nice — romantic even — to wake up slowly with the sun peeking through the curtains as Billy places soft, lingering kisses on Indiana's spine. That didn't happen, of course, because three musically talented dumbasses barged into her bedroom in the morning, shouting at the top of their lungs.

"Indy, code red — Jesus, put your tits away."

"There's a — oh, ew, it's Billy."

"Big problem, big — we should have knocked. We should have knocked."

Jackson, Sophia, and Isaiah all three came in, yelling in that order. Isaiah was the quickest to turn around when they found Indiana and Billy half-naked and asleep in her bed. The shouting woke them up right away, though.

Indiana sleepily glared at Sophia since Jackson and Isaiah couldn't see it. "This is what I get for giving you a spare key," she grumbled quietly while getting out of bed to find a shirt since she was only in her underwear. "And be quiet! Virginia was getting home really late."

Billy didn't say anything as he sat up against the headboard, resting his arm behind his head. The comforter stayed bunched up around his hips, keeping Sophia from seeing far more than she'd ever want to.

"You two slept together?" Isaiah asked, his voice a little higher than normal.

"No, Starnes," Billy replied in a sarcastic tone. "We just talked about future plans for your band. Then we talked about it in the shower. Then again in—"

"Yeah, I get it," Isaiah cut him off, waving a hand.

"I'm dressed," Indiana spoke up once she had a shirt on. "Enough."

When the boys turned around, Isaiah was shooting Jackson a knowing look that Indiana didn't comprehend. Before she could question it, Jackson groaned and dug something out of the pocket of his sweatpants. Indiana watched in disbelief as he handed the keyboard player a twenty-dollar bill.

"Wait!" Sophia exclaimed while still whispering it, keeping Virginia in mind. Then she looked pointedly at Billy. "Did you break up with Sidney before all this?"

Indiana cringed as Billy shrugged. "Not... exactly," she admitted.

Rather than give her a lecture on morals, Sophia grinned widely while the boys groaned in annoyance. Instead of giving the cash to Isaiah, Jackson's arm pivoted and he gave it to his sister. Isaiah also took twenty dollars from his wallet to give to her — the same twenty he didn't have to give Indiana the day before.

"You're betting on me cheating on my girlfriend?" Billy asked Sophia, raising an eyebrow. He didn't exactly look torn up about it.

"I'm sorry, are you telling me my lack of faith in you was misplaced?" Sophia asked, giving him a judging look. "Only reason I'm not telling Tate about this is because I'm forty dollars richer, and also, I think that one day, our band is gonna profit off the songs Indy writes about this shit show of a situation when it goes to fucking shit."

"Um, not that this isn't a wonderful get-together," Indy said, sitting on the edge of her bed, "but why the hell are you here? It's so early."

Jackson looked at the neon-colored watch on his wrist. "It's, like, eleven, guys. How late were you — never mind. We have a crisis."

"You mean the masked serial killer? Yeah, no, we're aware," she said while scooting back up to the headboard. Billy put his arm around her and shot the others a look that clearly said they wanted to be left alone — he wanted a continuation of the night. "You can skedaddle now."

"Indy," Isaiah said with a grimace. He was nervously picking at his nails, which alerted her to how upset he clearly was.

"Zay, what's going on?" Indiana asked while moving closer to the end of the bed. When she started to drag the comforter, Sophia quickly threw Billy's jeans at him while gagging. He rolled his eyes and slid them on.

"You should, uh, turn on the TV. It's been playing all morning," Jackson said while grabbing her remote off her dresser. Then he tossed it to her.

Indiana frowned at them, but when Isaiah nodded encouragingly, she clicked it on. Of course, she didn't actually see what she was supposed to — unless they wanted her to watch an episode of The Smurfs. But Sophia muttered for her to change it to a news station.

Unfortunately, Channel Six was the first she came across, so Gale Weather's face was staring right back at her. And a very familiar street was behind her.

"Is she outside my fucking house?" Indiana asked, not caring about raising her voice any longer. She was off her bed in seconds and peeking outside her window. It wasn't facing the front of her house, thankfully, but she could still see some news vans lining the street.

"We're here, outside the house of Indiana Winger, hoping to hear from her after this startling and disgusting information has reached the public."

At Gale's words, Indiana came back over to look at the small, pink television set. "What is she even going on ab..." Gale's next sentence had her clamming up.

"Seventeen-year-old Indiana Winger and her older sister moved to Woodsboro, California after their parents were tragically murdered. At only sixteen, young Indiana was home for the incident. In addition to the bodies of Austin and Shannon Winger, first responders on the scene found the mutilated remains of Alexander Morrison, who was responsible for the breaking and entering that ended in bloodshed when the homeowners arrived earlier than he expected."

Indiana was so busy staring at the screen in horror that she didn't notice Billy slowly ease his way closer to the screen as well, looking far more interested than he ought to.

"Morrison's body was grotesquely butchered by Indiana who stabbed him a total of twenty-seven—"

"It was nine-fucking-teen!" Indiana shouted, glaring at Gale through the screen as she embellished the story. Jackson put his hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

"The official court ruling was that Indiana acted in self-defense, but investigators believe she'd have had plenty of time to flee the scene rather than take a man's life and add to the needless, senseless carnage. The judge ordered for Indiana to see a psychiatrist for a year, but we here in Woodsboro can't help but wonder if the young girl has snapped now that the constant visits have ceased."

"Especially now that photos from the crime scene have surfaced. One must note the startling resemblance to how the bodies of Casey Becker and Steven Orth were found. We warn viewers to be advised and to turn away should they not wish to see these photographs that we here at Channel Six have a duty to show to the people of Woodsboro."

Indiana turned her head as a photo was thrown up on the screen, one of a body. Jackson grabbed the remote and quickly turned the TV back off before any of them could get a real good look at it.

"I hate her," Indiana whispered, glaring at the blank screen with angry tears in her eyes. Gale was the only reporter in town that'd risk something like sneaking into the police station to find those files. "God, I wish Sidney had beat the shit out of her."

"Well, you could always stab her to death," Sophia joked. When none of them laughed, she smiled awkwardly. "Too soon?"

"Just a bit," Isaiah said, pinching his fingers together. "She'd have laughed if Ms. Weathers wasn't, ya know, insinuating that she's the current killer."

Indiana wiped under her eyes, ensuring that no tears actually fell. "I, um, I'll need to talk to Virginia. I mean, she moved us across the country to keep this a secret. Fuck," she sighed. "You can go out the window if it was difficult to get in here in the first place with all that happening."

"Yeah, of course. Call us if you need anything," Jackson said, kissing the top of her head before moving to the window. "Do you still wanna ride with us to Stu's?"

"Are you sure I won't kill the party?" Indy asked, managing to shoot a sly smile at Sophia.

"And she's back," Sophia said, chuckling. Then she ducked out of the window, her brother following after.

"See ya tomorrow, Indy," Isaiah said with a goodbye wave, knowing he wasn't going to make it to the party.

The sudden silence in Indiana's bedroom reminded her of the one person in there that hadn't been aware of the real reason she moved the year before. Billy had been looking at her in awe since the moment the screen shut off, hiding away the glimpse of the massacre caused by her hands.

Indiana didn't actually identify the look as awe, though. She was just worried that he thought something was wrong with her because of it.

"I didn't... I didn't want everyone to find out from Gale fucking Weathers," she mumbled, looking down at her feet. "And - and maybe I could've run, but he killed my parents, Billy. Nothing you or anyone says will make me feel bad about that. I care about what you think of me, but not that much."

Indiana didn't know what she expected, but it wasn't for him to kiss her passionately. One moment, she was looking at her carpet, the next, her back was to the wall as Billy sought out her mouth with his own. Still not used to the feeling of kissing him, she got lost in him a little, feeling like she had last night all over again.

But finally, she managed to part and speak against his lips. "You're not bothered by this?" she asked breathlessly.

"Fuck no, baby," Billy assured her, pressing his body firm against hers. He could hear the blood pumping in his ears, his heart racing with a newfound excitement. "It's you and me, just like we said."

"Yeah. You and me."