#Do you think Judy and Martha had a soft spot for Tara. Do you think they tried to be there for her

[krikeymate]

I've come around to it: Tara being 20 and in high school is fucking hilarious.

Do you think she was babied by the town? Do you think people knew who she was? Quiet little Tara Carpenter. Older than her peers but treated like a child. Not the healthiest of children, it's why she was held back you know, they made an exception. A lovely girl despite her... family. The father left, her mother... well we all know about Christina Carpenter, rarely here and drunk as a skunk when she is. The other daughter, Samantha, a real troublemaker, just like her mother. She ran off a few years back, the best thing she ever did for that poor girl.

And then she gets attacked and all anyone can talk about is poor little Tara Carpenter. Who would want to harm her, she's such a sweet little thing? It's to do with the family, I tell you, nothing but trouble. Then her sister returns, and she's seen sharing harsh words with Hicks just the day before her death and that's when the rumours began. Samantha Carpenter, back to drag more trouble into her little sister's life.

When everything is over, all anyone call talk about is Samantha's boyfriend, the man who attacked that darling girl and all the others. I told you, they say, it was the sister's fault. They don't talk about the best friend. And when they see Tara out on the streets, they'll watch and whisper and give their condolences while throwing her sister nasty looks and snide comments. And when Tara decides she doesn't want to go out anymore, they'll whisper about the sister keeping her locked inside, talks of welfare checks and abuse, because what else could be going on. After all, it is the Carpenter's, we all know they're trouble.

[ofescapesdeath]

It was nice sometimes to have Gale shut her mouth and not dig us farther down a hole. Especially where Martha was concerned. She lost a brother to ghostface. I lost a sister, and through the torrid process we bonded, we cared for each other. And given Gale and I’s often back and forth it made sense why Martha was more hesitant to speak to Gale. Besides she did have a habit of exposing us, our trauma’s in her next book or TV footage give or take. 

I was relieved once I stepped outside the comfort of Martha’s home. She gave insight, she told me little bits about the kids, about the friend group. What a curious detective should be peeling apart was the fact Sam was related to a killer, the sister of Tara, and I suspected for a while. The girl left town and suddenly pops up again. After years?? What did it benefit her for? What made her decide to return to Woodsboro. It was a place that screamed death; a place where the stabs never die. Where someone constantly pops up with a mask dying to kill. And it felt like a never ending cycle now. Years could pass; a sense of normal. Dewey lost his footing with who he was he drank a lot. And it was easy to say it was Gale she left him behind. But he allowed her to, he couldn’t keep up in New York and it was the best option for us both. Once we made it back to my awaited truck, I had slipped inside the drivers seat and I was in the process of putting the engine on when I heard her thoughts. It’s Gale she’s always going to have an opinion but that’s why I loved her. 

“ On her defense anytime we trust you, you expose it all in the next book. I can’t blame her.” Pausing briefly as he chewed on his bottom lip. “ But despite it all I trust you Gale, I think we need to talk to the teens first. Then we can go back to Martha, Obviously no parent wants to believe their child is a killer. She will protect Mindy and Chad, nor did I believe either of them are capable of being a killer. But yet again the killers been under our noses before..” A thought as the roar of the engine came about. I pulled the car from the curb and slowly made our way to the hospital. I could hear it on Gale’s voice she lowkey wanted me to take the regions because of Judy, she was definitely at the hospital if Wes was there. And I had to hold the laugh that wanted to release from my lips. 

“ I can talk my way into the room, besides Judy always had a soft spot for me, Meaning all I have to do is say please and I think we’ll be able to.” I was willing to go to bat for Gale I could see and tell she had an idea up her sleeve, and if we wanted to make a lead in the case on our own; we’d have to put our minds together.

Letting go shouldn’t be this hard.

@gotmorelivesthanacat 

Letting go shouldn’t be this hard. 

Adapting, adjusting that was the plan. Dewey always believed it was on the right side. That he was a survivor for a reason. Because he was born to protect Woodsboro. That the future was going to fall into his lap. He knew it was a long shot the idea that Gale Weathers and myself could work. I said it myself when I gave her the ring years, I told her there’s no idea, no telling if we last or we could fall apart. It didn’t necessarily mean our story was meaningless. Because there was never a day that I regretted being with Gale all our rocky roads, all the heartache. At the end of the day our relationship fizzled out. 

She was a writer, she the women that wanted the fame, she wanted to be seen telling the stories. And given each time we’d escaped death I couldn’t blame her. But for me being the town sheriff that’s all I was. I couldn’t provide the big house, the fences, the life outside of Woodsboro it wasn’t for me. Perhaps there was a sense of fear; the fear of being better; of there being more life to offer. I had scars from each stab, from each knife that prieced my skin, I escaped death more times than not. Yet I was the one that let her slip away. I remembered our last conversation; the night Gale packed her bags and left. We fought over the next job opportunity, she wanted to go to New York she had asked me to come with her, but when it came down to it; I didn’t think of the possibilities. I just said “ No, and if you leave don’t come back.” The second the words slipped out I knew the ache they’d cause. The regret the sorrow I still felt. But the damage was done; it had been a year or two since we last saw each other. Well that was a lie; since she saw me. Because I watched her show everyday; same time, I sat on my couch in my small trailer and I wore a smile seeing her shine, seeing her happy. 

I had retired, no one was as shocked as myself when I retired from the unit, when I had handed my badge in, but the force told me I had to. Why? Because I had stopped caring for the job, I had stopped being my best. I drank a lot more than I cared to admit; some would say I was barely scaling by now. But I was surviving. I was hidden in my trailer; no one came knocking on my door. That was until our newest attack, the myth; the haunted memories of ghostface; the murders they were repeating. The girl was okay thankfully; Tara Carpenter; she was a teen. But her sister came knocking on my door. I tried to say no; but somehow this life; the dreams I tried to shake kept urging me in. I told her my book; my news don’t trust the love interest. Did she listen? Who knows; and I pretended to walk away. To not care the sheriff had it handled; but that itch was begging to be scratched. And that’s why I stepped outside. I had pulled my truck against the curb; of the newest crime scene. My name was pulled through the mud; but the second I stepped outside; boot against the grass I saw her. 

Or the news van, was I surprised to see Gale here? No of course no. She always had the flare of being front and center, A small chuckle fell through my lips as I ducked my head down intending to cross paths with Hicks not Gale, besides I was sure I was the last person she cared to see. I tried to walk right by; boots skipping by fast and I heard Hicks utter “ Riley.” Here we go; I knew Gale heard because without looking I felt her gaze, her stare as if she wanted to watch my every move. 

Holding my breathe for this confrontation; but first I edged myself closer to Hicks as I asked the obvious “ Here we go again, WoodsBoro can’t win can we.” A low amusement to break the ice, but deep down I feared the outcome; a man can only outrun death so many times right?