Sidney was sat there and she felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. "Hi Sid!" The woman said timidly stepping a little further into the room her hands wringing nervously in front of her. No. No No No No No.
She didn't know she had stood up until she was standing only a foot away from the woman. She looked exactly the same as she did the last time she had seen her, except slightly older. She didn't know what to say or what to do. An awkward smile came onto Sam's lips as she watched Sidney try to decide what she was thinking.
And when she saw that smile anger boiled inside her. All the years of grief, of the pain and utter heartbreak of what she had gone through. Everything that her so called dead best friend had put her through. It surged to the surface drowning all of the happiness she felt at seeing her again as she had always wished. The rage and pain exploded out of her and of its own accord her hand shot out and she punched the girl hard in the face knocking her back into the wall behind her.
Sam staggered back holding her bleeding lip gingerly. She expected as much. She deserved as much. Sidney launched forward again and punched her hard in the side of the head and as much as she tried to protect herself it was impossible with the blows raining down upon her. Her head, her stomach, a kick to the leg sending her flat on her face on the floor and a sharp kick in the side. Dewey jumped forward and grabbed a hold of a screaming Sid pushing her back to the otherside of the room. "YOU!" She screamed angrily trying to push past Dewey to get another shot in at her but the man kept pushing her back. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" She screeched loudly as Sam got up to her feet rubbing the side of her head wearily. "YOU LEFT ME!".
"I'm sorry!" Sam uttered quietly hurt at just how violently her friend had reacted. She looked at Sidney but she couldn't meet her eye, shame flooding through her at her past actions. She could have seen Sidney, the FBI certainly wouldn't have been able to stop that. But she didn't. She selfishly stayed away to move on with her life and leaving Sidney in the firing line all alone. But even though she was partly to blame she wasn't blamed for the initial leaving.
"Sorry? Over ten fucking years and all you can say is sorry?" Sidney scoffed pointing at the girl her anger still burning as brightly as before. Sam looked to the ground unable to look at her. She looked so worn. So tired. And she knew she had contributed to it, had made her suffer on her own.
"I didn't have a choice Sid!" Sam said back building the courage within herself. No. She had to let Sid know what exactly happened. She wasn't all to blame, she didn't ask to be shipped away to the otherside of the world. "The decision was made without me even knowing. I woke up in a strange hospital with a load of strange men telling me as soon as I was fit I was being sent back to Wales with a new identity" Sam said pulling up her barriers.
"I don't give a fuck!" Sid yelled back stepping towards the woman but once again Dewey was stood between the two causing a barricade. "You had a choice to come back but you didn't!" Sidney barked. "You let me believe you were dead for over ten years. TEN YEARS. I mourned for you. I prayed for you every fucking day, I wasted four years of my life grieving for you. All while you were living a hunky dory lifestyle on the otherside of the world! I bet you didn't even care about me. About what I was feeling, I bet you were happy to see the back of me!" She bellowed the words spilling uncontrollably. She knew what she was saying was harsh and unfair but she couldn't help herself, all the rage she felt over everything was seeping from every pore at an uncontrollable rate.
Sam's face darkened at her words and she finally met Sidney's eyes. "Don't you dare fucking assume that just because I was sent away against my own free will may I add that I didn't care about you, that I don't care about you now. I died for you Sidney, I fucking died. And my life wasn't all hunky dory not in the slightest. Sure you grieved for me believing I was dead but you had closure, you had the chance to move on. I didn't. I knew you were alive, I had to see your face on books and on the news and in the films and there was nothing I could do to actually see you. Hearing your voice everywhere I fucking went but knowing that I couldn't speak to you face to face. It nearly killed me Sid. So don't you dare make me out to be a villain in all of this, it was out of my hands!" Sam growled back her own frustrations coming out. Not at Sidney but at what someone else's decision had done to them now.
Sidney blanched at her words but her face contorted into one of anger again. How dare she?. How dare she turn this around on her. "You still had a choice. You could have come back. But you didn't. Why didn't you come back?" Sidney shouted her voice breaking at the end of the sentence as her energy began to fade.
Sam sighed and leaned back against the wall pinching the bridge of her nose. "Because I wanted to keep you safe. I wanted to stay here with you but when they told me that it would be safer for the both of us to be apart then how could I look you in the eye knowing that I might just have put you in harms way once again. Huh? Do you really think I could have done that, put you at risk all because I wanted to stay with you. Not a chance. What the FBI and Dewey agreed on, thinking back to it all was the best. We had ten years of peace and I think a lot of that was because we escaped being victims by living independently" She argued trying to make the girl see sense but it was like talking to a brick wall. She was too angry and too emotional right now to see what she meant.
As soon as Sam said Dewey's name Sidney's head whipped around to the officer in front of her who looked at the floor in shame. "You knew…" She yelled her anger soaring once again. So not only had her best friend lied to her but so had her other one. Suddenly that alone feeling she hadn't had in years washed over her. "You knew she was alive?. You had something to do with it?" Sidney yelled rounding on the Officer who took a step back from her his hands raised in defensively.
"Sid. I'm sorry okay. They had to tell someone, I was sworn to secrecy otherwise it would have all been for nothing" Dewey pleaded with her but her eyes were steely and cold and void of anything. Rational Sidney wasn't there right now.
"I can't believe you. I cried in your arms for fucking months and all that time you knew she was alive… You could have stopped all that pain, you could have stopped it all Dewey!" She yelled aggressively swinging for him but he blocked her arm and pushed her to the side. Sam stepped forward putting herself between Dewey and Sid.
"It's not his fault Sid. Like me he didn't have a choice…" Sam said sticking up for the man stood behind her. Sid's face twisted once again and flushed red. She was sure, never in her life had she seen the girl so angry.
"BUT YOU DID HAVE A CHOICE. STOP SAYING YOU DIDN'T BECAUSE YOU DID!" She bellowed shoving Sam backwards into Dewey who managed to catch her before she fell over. "HOW COULD YOU DO IT TO ME? THE BOTH OF YOU. YOU LIED. YOU'VE LIED FOR TEN FUCKING YEARS!" She screamed loudly her hand clenching into a tight fist.
"We didn't want to. Do you really think I would do that to you intentionally Sid? You know me!" Sam said lowering her voice knowing that screaming back at Sidney wouldn't help matters in the slightly.
"I don't know who you are anymore… Any of you?" She said glowering at the two in front of her. Her whole body trembled with violent tremors and she felt like she was going to throw up all of a sudden.
"Please can we talk about this… Civilly and calmly. I know you're shocked and hurt and angry. It was a betrayal but please just let me explain" Sam begged at Sidney who's eyes were boring holes through her own.
"No… You lost that luxury, you lost that when you left. What are you even doing back here, bit of drama kicks up and then you come running… What missed being in the spotlight have you, missed being a hero?" Sidney spat nastily sarcasm dripping off of every word. She knew she was just being plain cruel but right now she was far too gone to care.
Sam sucked in a breath trying to keep herself calm but that was getting harder with each passing second. She could feel Dewey squeeze her forearm gently urging her to unclench her fist which she reluctantly did. Deciding that arguing wasn't going to work she decided to speak the truth. "No. I came back to help, to help the kids that were getting hurt… I didn't want you to be alone through this again. I came back for you Sid" She said holding back the tears that burnt at her retinas. She would not cry. She wouldn't cry. Not now. Not when Sidney had the power to destroy her.
Sidney scoffed at her words and laughed bitterly the sound stabbing at Sam's heart worse than any blade could. "Well you've had a wasted journey. I don't want you here… I don't want either of you near me… And you" She said stepping up to Sam so the to were practically nose to nose. "I wish you had died, I don't need you anymore. I liked it better when you were dead! And if you come anywhere near me then I'll gladly point the killer in your direction or do it myself!" She spat and with that she shoved passed Sam and stormed out of the room.
Sam watched Sidney go and her heart broke all over again. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe how badly she had taken it. Sure she didn't expect hugs and hello's but not this. Not to this extent. She'd underestimated just how much it had hurt Sidney. Dewey's gentle hand on her arm pulled her out of her musings and she instantly fell into his warm embrace. She held back the tears as she clutched him tightly not wanting to leave go. He understood what she'd gone through. "I can't believe it" She managed to choke out her voice muffled by his shirt.
He tightened his grip on the girl and smoothed her head affectionately. "I know. We just need to give her time, she'll come around Sam. She's just in a state of shock and doesn't know how to handle it" He said reassuringly hoping he was right. He knew Sidney. He knew that she didn't mean the things she said to the girl. She would never say those things with malice. Not to anyone and especially not to Sam.
Finally the two broke apart and looked at one another. "Are you okay? She didn't hurt you did she?" Dewey asked pointing to her lip which blood still trickled lightly from him.
"I've been through worse" She laughed dryly but there was no true laughter behind it. "I should have stayed away. I should have listened to you" She sighed sadly rubbing the back of her neck trying to ease the tension in her.
Dewey gave her a sad smile and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Maybe you should have… But I'm glad you didn't… And I know deep down Sidney's glad to see you. We've missed you, I've missed you. And if anyone can help me catch this son of a bitch then it's you" He said confidence in his voice. She gave him a watery smile and placed her hand over his.
"I've missed you too Dewey, the last ten years have been hell… Pure hell…" She said and he nodded knowing how rough it was all too well. "I'm sorry I'm holding you up, you're the Sherriff and you have a duty to do" She said as she grabbed his hat off of the floor and placed it on his head. He smiled a goofy grin at her and laughed lightly. "Go, go do your job. I'll ring you when I've found somewhere to stay and we'll have a chat later yeah" She said needing to get out of the hospital as fast as she could. She felt suffocated and stifled in the room.
"Promise?" He asked and she nodded her head and he pulled her in for another hug breathing in her scent. He had missed her. So much. And even with all the horror that was going on around them he hadn't felt so happy in a long time, just to have his friend back in his arms. "Okay, see you later" He waved as he left their embrace and walked out of the door.
Sam picked up her bag and also left the room wanting nothing but air. It was all too much, a whirlwind of emotions. Eventually she got outside and instantly lit up a cigarette taking a huge drag of it the nicotine soothing her body ever so slightly. She flopped down on the bench beside the door and continued to smoke it the surrounding silence comforting.
Why didn't I listen to Dewey? She groaned inwardly. Why did I think this would be a good idea to come back?. I should be getting ready to go home, to go back to little Amelia who was waiting for her mam to come home. She groaned audibly realising just how much worse things were. She'd potentially left her daughter motherless, all because she wanted to come back. She cringed at the thought but knew it was a possibility, there were always casualties when Ghostface reappeared. Sidney hated her, she was far from home and all alone. Pulling out her phone she was getting ready to ring Claire and Amelia to tell her little girl how much she loved and that she was going to be a little longer than she expected when someone sat down on the bench next to her.
"Uhh excuse me?" A feminine voice asked and she sent a small glance out of the corner of her eye to see who was talking. "Could I borrow a lighter?" She asked sweetly and Sam turned to look at her nodding and she handed the petite blonde it.
As soon as she looked at the girl though she saw her face drop in complete awe. Shit she mumbled inwardly realising why the girl was looking at her the way she was. Of course the people here knew who she was, everyone here knew who she was. "Oh my god…" Was all that left the girls lips as she looked at the dark headed woman next to her. "You're… You're Sam S-" She began but Sam interrupted her.
"Sam Stafford… The one and only!" She laughed bitterly dragging at the cigarette harder. Everyone knew her names… Her original name and her new name.
"But I thought you were dead. I mean you were killed by Roman Bridger ten years ago?!" Kirby questioned not meaning to be as blunt as she sounded. She just couldn't believe it. The woman who was as infamous as Sidney Prescott was sat next her smoking a cigarette.
"I was!" She replied with a shrug feeling uncomfortable about talking about all this but she had no energy what so ever to tell the girl to fuck off and mind her own business. She'd opened herself up to this when she first stepped back in Woodsboro. "Didn't stick!".
Kirby let out a dry chuckle at that. She had heard from sources and Sidney's book that the girl was witty with a dark humor. "I can't… I just… Sam Stafford is still alive. Talk about a plot twist. That'd make one hell of a movie" She said without thinking and shuddered at the dark glower that the Welsh woman gave her. "I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that!" She said kicking herself for doing exactly the same thing she had to Sidney a few hours earlier. "I tend to say things before I speak and I'm a big horror movie and Stab buff and I guess seeing you in the flesh… it's just mad!" She corrected and Sam just nodded at her.
She knew the girl didn't mean any harm. She was young and in a media obsessed generation she couldn't blame the girl for her reaction. Hell every newspaper in America would kill to know she was alive. "It's alright" She said in reassurance to the girl. "Oh those films… I don't know how anyone could like them" She said making polite conversation with the girl. When she turned to actually look at her she could see her eyes had red rings around them as if she'd been crying.
"I liked them because of you. You're character or well you is an absolute badass, is that true in real life?" Kirby asked still completely starstruck.
Sam laughed at the girls words. She was bolshy she'd give her that. "I don't know, you know what films are like. Over dramatize everything" She said finishing her cigarette and stubbing it out but she instantly grabbed another, pulled the lighter out of the blonde's hand and lit a second up before handing it back to the girl. Kirby noticing that she still hadn't lit her own up did and gave the small firestarter back to Sam.
"I don't know. Rumour has it you're a tough one and I mean you should have died, but look you're still here, soldiering on" Kirby grinned lightly at her unable to control her words and questions. "I'm Kirby by the way, Sid's cousin Jill is my best friend" She said extending her hand to Sam who shook it gently. Hearing that she was friends with Jill made her realise why the girl looked so sad. She'd heard about the first two girls as well as the most recent one.
"Nice to meet you Kirby. So I take it the girls who have been murdered were your friends?" She said not realising herself how blunt the question was. She saw the girl flinch at the question and sighed. "I'm sorry that was rude. But I'm guessing by your reaction I'm right?" She said and Kirby nodded at her. "I'm sorry for your losses, it's hard at first I should know and I am not going to lie to you. But you seem like a tough one so I'm sure you'll soldier through" She said with a reassuring smile using the words that Kirby has just said to her.
"Thanks" Kirby said with a grim smile. She was still in complete shock at who she was talking too. "I'm sorry if I embarrass you but I really have idolized you and Sidney…That's why I'm acting, well kinda crazy" She said awkwardly and Sam gave another hoarse laugh.
"I'm certainly not someone you should idolize kid, I'm not as perfect as those films make me out to be. Not by a longshot" She spoke honestly leaning back against the bench so she could get a better look at the girl. She was pretty, very quirky and definitely a tom boy but with a feminine twist.
"Oh no not the character you from the films. I mean you, actual you. Everyone knows what you did, the sacrifices you made, the strength you showed and how brave you were or well still are. If I was even a scratch on you then I'd be happy" She spoke with a shrug looking down at her shoes in embarrassment.
Sam smiled at her kindly. "You're too sweet, you're still young. You probably have those qualities you just don't know it yet" Sam offered up. She thought the girl would grate on her nerves but she hadn't. She had helped to take her mind off of the Sidney ordeal, had brought her down back onto the real earth and was talking to someone who was going through what she did fifteen years back.
"Maybe?" She shrugged as she finished her cigarette and threw it down on the ground. "So have you seen Sidney yet?" She asked wanting to move off her. She never liked speaking about herself and when she had one of her life long heroes next to her then they were far more interesting to talk about.
Sam tensed up as her confrontation with Sidney flashed across her mind. "Yeah I've seen her" She said with no tone what so ever. She wasn't sure she wanted to talk about this to a total stranger and a kid no less.
"She give you that?" She said pointing to her split lip which throbbed angrily now that she knew it was there. Sam nodded hoping she would get off of the subject soon. "Looks like you showing up didn't go down too well then… Never thought Sid had it in her… Always thought she was the brains and you were the brawn, looks like she's got a big right hook" She inspected and instantly groaned as she realised what she had said once again. Her stupid mouth running away with her. "God I'm sorry I did not mean it like that. You're not stupid and I'm not saying Sidney is weak… Argh I'm just going to shut up now. Think I've embarrassed myself enough for one night!" She groaned dropping her head in her hands.
Sam shook her head again. She should have been mad at her saying that but she wasn't. She couldn't find it in herself to shout at the girl for her words. She was right to some degree she supposed. "Again stop apologizing its fine. I'm not glass. I'm not going to break at every little comment someone says" She said tapping the girls forearm. "And if you must know no it didn't go well. Not that I expected it to" She shrugged sending a glance to the girl next to her.
"Well what do you expect she did think you were dead for ten years" Kirby said and Sam rolled her eyes at the girl.
"You are probably the bluntest person I've ever met…" She laughed lightly. The girl obviously was someone who spoke her mind and she couldn't help but remind her of herself when she was that age. Straight to the point.
"I don't like to beat around the bush, takes too much of my time up" She chuckled lightly rousing one out of Sam. "It's just shock I suppose isn't it. The way Sidney reacted. I was the same when I thought my hamster Trixie had died, I wouldn't bury her for three weeks, just kept her in a shoe box next to my bed. The surprise when all of a sudden she pushed the lid open and started running across my bed… Well let's just say I was so freaked out I ended up actually killing her. It's not nice" She said and Sam just raised an eyebrow at the youngster.
"Did you really just use a hamster analogy?" She questioned completely baffled by the blonde beside her. Kirby nodded a small smile on her face.
"What it's cute and I didn't have anything else to use!" She snorted and Sam couldn't stop the smile that came to her face.
"As strange a comparison as it was I do get what you're saying… But I don't know, I didn't deserve it but I did. In the end of the day I could have come back, but I didn't. Let her believe I was dead for ten years and that's bound to leave a mark" She groaned not knowing why on earth she was telling this quirky girl what had happened.
"She'll get over it. Right now we've got worse things to worry about than friends rising from the grave, like a serial killer who seems to be butchering all my friends" She sighed her fun demeanour evaporating. She liked to hide behind her sarcasm when things got tough she laughed at inappropriate moments, said inappropriate things and well just oozed inappropriateness.
"I bet you're terrified… So how are you waiting out here. Is your mom coming to pick up?" Sam asked looking at the girl who had a sad expression on her face.
"No" Kirby said shaking her head. "I drove here with Jill, my mom and dad work away a lot, trying to delay going back to a big empty house especially when there's a murderer on the loose who has a thing for teenagers" Kirby grumbled quietly a hint of anger in her voice. Her parents knew what was going on in Woodsboro, but they didn't seem to care that their little girl was right at the middle of it all.
"You're on your own?" Sam asked and Kirby nodded at her when suddenly an idea came to her head. It was a long shot but it was worth a go. "Have you got anywhere to stay?" Kirby said and Sam shook her own head.
"Nah, think I'm gonna check into a hotel or something" She said with a sigh as exhaustion began to creep up on her.
"Well I've got four spare bedrooms going, a fridge full of beer and food and a huge stack of films if you're interested. It'll save you money plus I live not too far away from Jill and that's where Sid's staying. So you'll be close by" Kirby offered and Sam shrugged pondering over the situation.
It would be easier. Cheaper. Closer to Sidney. She might not have wanted her near but she had to stay close, otherwise it would have been pointless her even coming back. Plus she'd rather not leave this young girl all vulnerable and alone in her house, not at a time like this. "You know what Kirby. That's probably the best thing I've heard all day!".
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Sidney was sat in the Living room of Jill's house, a small whiskey in her hand. Her head was reeling, her hand was throbbing and she was a big ball of emotions. Not only was her dead friend alive but her PA had only gone and been murdered. She still couldn't wrap her head around it all. Sam was alive. She was still alive and had been all of this time. Anger swelled deep within her once again but so did the pang of delight and she couldn't tell which one was the dominant emotion right now.
She felt hurt. Betrayed. Abandoned and lied to by the one person she thought she would always be able to rely on, who would always be right there by her side. But at the same time she was so happy. Hearing that accent which she'd craved to hear for years, seeing that face which had become as recognizable as her own. That's all she ever wanted ever since her 'death'. And now she had it she didn't know what to do.
She thought back to the altercation in the hospital and shuddered. She didn't mean all of what she said. And she'd seen how much it had hurt the girl. Probably more than the punches and kicks she delivered to her. Her hand throbbed a little harder as she remembered her vicious attack she had launched on the woman. Now that she regretted. And what made it worse was that Sam didn't even fight back, didn't even try. She let her do that, let her beat her up.
Guilt swam into her stomach and she knocked back the whiskey trying to ease the tension inside of her. Now that she'd calmed down she finally could analyse it all, take in everything she had said. And now she could see where the woman was coming from, why she did what she had. That wasn't to say she'd forgiven her not by a long shot, but she was willing to listen. To truly listen to what she had to say without lashing out.
She knew she had to get that outburst out of her system though, if she hadn't got it out instantly then it would have festered like an infected wound until the explosion would have been a hundred times worse. She sighed loudly and ran a nervous hand through her hair. She needed to speak to her, she needed to get things straight. But she didn't know where she was. Sidney contemplated ringing Dewey but stopped before she started. His betrayal stung just as bad as Sam's. No she wasn't ready to deal with him just yet, one obstacle at the time.
She retreated back into her mind mentally debating what to do with herself. She was so lost in thought that she hadn't heard Jill enter the room her phone in her hand. "Sidney" She spoke snapping the older woman from her musings. "I've got a message off Kirby" She said and Sidney furrowed her brows at her. Ahh the blonde girl. "She says that Sam is staying at hers if you want to get in touch" Jill finished jotting down Kirby's address and number for her cousin.
Sidney couldn't believe it. It was as if the Welsh woman knew that she'd want to talk eventually. "Thanks Jill" Sidney smiled lightly at her cousin who nodded and turned away out of the room. If Sid had been paying any sort of attention she would have noticed the dark look on Jill's face as she scurried back to her room.
She that there for a while longer, piecing together what she was going to do until finally she came to a decision. With shaky hands she grabbed the keys for her replacement rental and grabbed the scrap of paper off of the table. She had to see her.
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Kirby and Sam were sat down on the large red settee having just finished the tour of the ridiculously big house. "You've got a nice house I have to say" Sam said looking around the living room once again. She noticed the huge DVD collection on the wall and walked over to it scanning the collection and she wasn't surprised to see it was mainly horror films. She shuddered as her eyes fell on the Stab series and she turned away from it and sat back down.
"Yeah it's alright. Do you want a beer? Vodka? Whiskey?" Kirby asked walking over into the kitchen area and opening the fridge.
"I'll have a vodka please. Aren't you a little too young to drink?" Sam laughed watching as the girl got some ice and put it into two glasses, pouring the neat vodka on top.
"Hey I'm in my house, I can't cause any trouble here" She chuckled lightly walking back into the living room and handing the older woman a drink. She nodded her thanks and took a sip, the liquid burning her throat and chest. Kirby placed her drink down on the table and run back out to the kitchen grabbing a small bag of peas from the freezer and tossed them to Sam. "Your face looks like it hurts, this should stop it swelling too much" She said kindly and Sam instantly put it too her throbbing jaw.
"Thanks!" Sam replied kneading the peas gently on her face. "How are you feeling now? Three of your friends in one day that's a hard thing to handle" Sam asked and Kirby just shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her drink.
"I wasn't really close to Marnie and Jenny, I mean we used to be but we all just drifted apart. But Olivia…" She trailed off rubbing her face. "It was always me her and Jill, it's just… It's weird. I can't get it out of my head watching her getting, getting butchered" Kirby shuddered and Sam put a gentle hand on the girls shoulder squeezing softly.
"I know how you feel… Literally. It's horrible. I had nightmares for weeks, maybe even months. You've just got to try and stop thinking about it. Thinking about how you could have stopped it and what you could have done differently. Because there's nothing anyone could have differently. He would have found a way to kill her no matter what. It's a sick talent of his" Sam spoke in a soft and soothing voice.
Kirby nodded grateful for the advice. She needed someone to speak to, someone who understood. And who better than the person who's been through it three times. "Do you find it hard?" Kirby asked wording her sentences carefully for once. "Having friends?".
Sam nodded putting the peas down onto the table. "Oh yeah. I've had one friend for the last ten years. Sure I have acquaintances but I don't get close to anyone anymore. That's not to say you should do the same, to be honest I went the wrong way around it. You need people around you, not isolate yourself because it'll drive you mad" She half laughed putting her hand on the young girls knee.
"I bet" Kirby spoke turning her head to look at Sam. "When will he stop. Why is he doing this?" She questioned her voice filled with anger.
"I've been trying to work that out for the last decade. Crazy is as crazy does" She sighed giving the girl a wry smile. "Come on let's chuck something on the tele, try and take our mind off all this and wait for it to blow over" Sam posed and Kirby nodded getting up and walking over to the tv but she loud ringing of the doorbell diverted her.
She walked to the door and looked through the peep hole surprised at who she saw. Opening it she came face to face once again with Sidney Prescott. She wasn't sure she would come and talk with Sam but she'd told Jill to give the woman her address and her gamble had paid off. "Hi" Sid said standing awkwardly in the doorway.
"Come in" Kirby said standing to one side and allowing the woman access to her house. She couldn't believe she had Sidney Prescott and Sam Stafford under her roof right now. "She's just through there I'll leave you two have a talk. Just don't go launching my mom's fancy new lamps at her alright" Kirby laughed trying to lighten the atmosphere.
Sidney nodded and watched as the girl ascended the stairs to her bedroom. Sucking in a breath she cautiously walked through into the large living room. As soon as she did the woman's cerulean blue eyes met hers and the room instantly went thick with tension.
Neither woman spoke as they just stared at each other, both trying to work out what the other was thinking. Sid sucked in another breath and stepped a little further into the room. "Can we talk?".
So another one down. Will they make up? Or will their relationship continue to deteriorate. Can they ever trust each other, can they even survive.
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Until next time folks.
Gwen.
