"ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ? // ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ."

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{Y/N's POV}

I feel someone shaking me awake and groggily rub my eyes. Early morning sun hits me through the open car door as a smiling face comes into my focusing vision. "Morning sleepy head, we're home." Stu whispers. Home? I look around him and spot a wooden cabin surrounded by trees. I wake up a little bit more and remember what happened that led me here. The Woodsboro murders, the reveal of my two crushes being the killers, their confession, the hospital and then my crazy decision to run away with them. I don't regret it though, not one bit. Stu carefully helps me out of the car and carries me bridal style to the entrance of the cabin. He places me down gently on the front step and opens the door, making an exaggerated entrance to welcome me. "Ladies first," he says with a smirk. I playfully hit his arm and I make my way inside, limping ever so slightly from the healing stab wound in my side, courtesy of my two new psychotic lovers. They had to make it look like I'd been attacked and left for dead to make their story really believable; they too sport matching wounds to mine. All in an effort to frame Sidney Prescott's father. In a twisted way, it connected us together, and I didn't hold a grudge against the wound.

I start to wander through the cabin as Stu goes to unload the car. The interior is warm and cosy, the walls lined with beautiful landscape portraits of lakes and forests. I enter the lounge to find a large, dark crimson couch and 2 matching arm chairs positioned around a small TV by one of the walls. The floor is made from a dark wood, but covered here and there with an assortment of patterned rugs. The air is fresh and creates a chill in my lungs, revealing just how far away we are away from any sort of human settlement. I turn to explore more of the cabin when I bump into Billy's chest. His arms grab my waist to steady me, pushing me back slightly and gazing down into my eyes. "Look who's up and about. How are you feeling, Doll?" he asks in his smooth, intoxicating voice. I take a breath before speaking, "Like I've been stabbed," my voice is a little croaky from sleeping for so long but I let out a small laugh to let him know I'm not too serious. His gaze shows a flicker of sympathy, "does it still hurt badly?" I shake my head, "nah, it feels more like a bad bruise now, it aches a bit when I breathe." I try to reassure him. Billy nods, but still looks a little concerned and guilty. I soften a bit when I notice his worry and regret. "Billy, if you didn't stab me they would have believed that your story was fake. The wound just helped make it a little more believable so that you could do the final part of your plan," I say gently, reaching a hand out to grasp his. He tightens the grip gently, looking at me with nothing but fondness in his eyes. "You did what you had to do so that none of us would be thrown behind bars, you apologised for it as well. I don't blame you," I continue softly, a gentle smile on my face. Billy smiles at me, his eyes twinkling with love as he kisses the crown of my head softly as he moves outside to help unload the car.

Stu walks in with a couple bags, placing them on the couch before picking up a large rucksack and gesturing with his head for me to follow him. We walk up a flight of stairs and enter a corridor with 4 doors. "The first door on the right is a bathroom, first door on the left is a spare room, second door on the right is mine and Billy's room. Opposite is your room, we figured you'd want a little space to get used to living with us, at least for now," he says with a wink and cheeky grin. He opens the door to my room, setting the rucksack on the floor. Inside there was a double bed with thick (f/c) bed sheets, a small desk in the corner of the room with a sketchbook and pencils placed on top, and a closet by the door. It wasn't much but it was enough to keep me amused. "Thank you," I say to him softly as I look around the room. "I'll let you settle in, me and Billy planned to do a horror movie marathon tonight if you want to join us," Stu offers. I nod my head, he walks out to most likely set up his shared room.

I spend most of the morning rummaging through the bag Stu placed in my room. It was mainly clothes, however there were a couple old sketchbooks of mine and a few polaroid photos of my family and a couple of Billy, Stu and me when we were little. I stick the photos on the wall beside the bed and place my clothes in the drawers on the other side of the room. I placed my old sketchbooks on the desk in the corner, flopping onto my bed after finishing. If I know Billy and Stu they'll buy more things for me to decorate my room with, for now this'll do.

"Sweetheart! We made some sandwiches if you want some!" I hear Stu call up the stairs. I perk up at the mention of food, tumbling clumsily out of my bed as I rush towards the door. Flinging it open and rushing down the stairs, I hear Stu laughing at my enthusiasm as these wooden walls don't exactly muffle much noise in the house. Arriving in the kitchen I see Billy plating up a couple of sandwiches with a smile, handing the plate towards me. "Thank you," I say politely, grabbing one of them and taking a bite. It was my favourite sandwich so I devoured it hungrily, the hospital food left me unsatisfied and with a bad aftertaste so it tasted more heavenly than usual. I was glad they made sandwiches, considering the fact that I didn't trust either of them with an oven or hobs after the last incident...

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A/n

Wooo we're back y'all! Really hope you enjoy our sequel :3

Also, if y'all are interested, check out my slytherin oneshots book or Lia9485's profile, as she's been writing some stories and oneshots.

Bye for now!

~ Aj and Lia