#✧⋆ 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 . . ⋙ replies. / sam & billy ( w/ percentstardust )

[prattlers]

𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲’𝐬  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬  𝐚𝐜𝐭  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬  𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐨𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬.  her  eyes  are  wide  as  she  turns  to  face  him,  so  wide  it  almost  hurts.  she  fights  the  urge  to  close  them  —  against  the  bright  fluorescent  lights  of  the  hospital,  against  the  disinterested  officers  who  gave  her  that  ‘  you’re  crazy,  kid  ’  look,  𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢  𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛  𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗  𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎,  dangling  it  tauntingly  so  close  to  her  face  she  can  feel  the  cool  material  of  the  metal  against  her  nose. 

her  chest  heaves  up  and  down,  taking  in  deep  ragged  breaths  that  seem  to  do  nothing  to  fill  her  lungs,  𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘀  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲  𝘁𝗼  𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲  𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗹𝘆  𝗶𝗻  𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝗼𝗳  𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲.  ❛  he  —   ❜  sam  tries  to  make  out what happened,  but  the  words  are  lost  to  the  raging  sea  of  deep  breaths  that  she  continued  to  involuntarily  gulp  in,  drowning  and  suffocating  within  them.  every  part  of  her  shakes  and  shivers,  𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺  𝘦𝘹𝘰𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘯  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘪𝘯  𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳  𝘢𝘯��  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴  𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺  𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮  𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺  𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦  𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦  𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘺  𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬  𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘯.  she  brings  a  trembling  hand  to  her  still  heaving  chest,  fingers  grasping  at  the  material  of  her  shirt  right  above  her  heart  —  a  heart  beating  so  fast  it  seemed  to  want  to  follow  lead  of  her  skeleton. 

she  stares  at  billy  for  a  few  moments  longer  before  she’s  lunging  at  him,  wrapping  her  arms  around  his  neck.  ❛  dad  ❜  she  sobs  out.  billy  had  come  into  her  life  around  a  little  over  a  year  after  that  night  —  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩  𝙨𝙝𝙚  𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙  𝙤𝙪𝙩  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙢𝙖𝙣  𝙨𝙝𝙚  𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩  𝙬𝙖𝙨  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩,  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩  𝙨𝙝𝙚  𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙  𝙤𝙪𝙩  𝙨𝙝𝙚  𝙬𝙖𝙨  𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙  𝙗𝙮  𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙  𝙩𝙤  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡  𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨,  connected  to  a  ‘  legacy  survivor  ‘  as  mindy  had  so  eccentrically  dubbed  him.  (  all  of  them  unknowing  of  the  actual  story,  of  the  truth  )  he  had  made  an  active  effort  to  be  there  for  her,  to  be  in  her  life.  did  all  the  things  a  cliche  suburban  dad  would  do  —  he’d  sit  down  with  her  to  guide  her  through  the  homework  she  was  about  ready  to  break  the  pencil  and  give  up  on,  he’d  order  pizza  for  movie  nights,  which  had  now  become  tradition.  

he  was  all  that  sam  had  lost,  all  that  sam  was  certain  she’d  never  have  again.  

sam  wipes  the  blood  that  stained  the  skin  above  her  lip  with  her  knuckle,  wiping  it  from  her  nose  before  it  had  a  chance  to  stain  billy’s  shirt.  ❛  he  came  after  -  he  -  he  came  after  me,  dad,  ❜  𝚜𝚊𝚖  𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚜𝚘  𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢.  knowing  she’s  safe  with  her  father,  she  allows  herself  to  close  her  eyes,  ignores  the  wet  that  coats  her  cheeks  as  she  does.  ❛  in  the  break  room.  when  you  were  gone.  he was just there. he  called  me  and  he  attacked  me  and  nobody  was  there  —  nobody  was  there,  ❜  she  chokes  out.  silent  for  a  few  moments  before  her  eyes  widen  once  more,

❛  tara,  ❜  she  gasps  out.  ❛  tara  is  she  -  is  someone  with  her?!  is  tara  okay?!?!  ❜

@prattlers

He had gone out to get Sam and Tara food. Hospital food most of the time was shit. He hasn't even been in town that long. He had only arrived shortly after Sam did. She called him and he dropped everything to come check on her and that kid sister of hers. Of course, he is going to stay. Tara's attack meant there would be more killings to follow. He should know, he thought up the game of this entire thing. He is the mastermind and no one knew. And he'd like to keep it that way.

Billy doesn't usually feel bad about shit, but he does have a heart. This he felt bad about. Tara was lucky to have survived her attack and he's beginning to believe she was attacked to lead Sam back into town. It was only a matter of time before someone else is attacked and killed. There's also the fact he is also the reason she was attacked. He is a survivor of the original attacks. Tara is connected to him through Sam. He was seen around town with Sam back when she still lived in Woodsboro when she was a teenager and it would not have taken a genius to figure out why. She has his eyes. She looks just like him except her skin tone matches her mother's. When asked, he told the truth. He didn't bother thinking up a lie. Sam is his kid and he should have been in her life since she was born. That didn't happen and he's still angry at Christina for keeping him out of her life.

The minute he steps onto the floor Tara's room is at, he sees Sam frantically talking to one of the officer's from the sheriff's department. He beelines to Tara's room, sticks his head in to check on her. The kid is high from whatever pain killer's they're giving her and she goofily smiles at him. Once he is sure she is okay, he leaves the food with her before he makes his way to Sam.

"What's going on? Sam, Sam." He says to get her attention. He doesn't grab her, he doesn't know why she's so distraught. Also, where the hell is that boyfriend of hers? He doesn't remember seeing him in the room with Tara. "I'm here now, Sam. You're safe. What's wrong?"