Psychopaths (SCREAM 1)

Chapter 5

Amara's POV

After three hours of horror movies with Billy and Stu, they ended up having to leave. I honestly wanted to beg them to stay but decided against it.

I decide to take a shower, and just water run my body for a while. My thoughts were filled with a boy I shouldn't have feelings for. The way he stared at me earlier was dangerous but I loved it.

His touch. His voice. It all drove me crazy. I did my usual routine of scrubbing my skin with vanilla-scented soap. I'm obsessed with having smooth skin.

As much as it hurt me to move away,
it also gave me the confidence I would've never gotten being in Woodsboro. I would've been weak if I stayed.

I get out and wrap myself in a towel. I grab another towel to dry out my hair as I for a pajama gown.

I look at my bed to see one already sitting there. I think to myself not remembering picking it out or leaving it there at all today. I knew I shouldn't have brushed it off but I did because I was tired and just wanted to sleep.

I unwrapped myself from the towel and slowly lotioned my body trying not to miss any spots and quickly slipped on my nightgown. I put just a little more lotion on my neck and chest before I walked over to my purse pulling out the paper Sidney gave me with all her friend's numbers.

Gotta admit it was sweet of her maybe I can try to like her.

I decided to call Tatum and tried to dial the number, but the phone already rang making me jump.

I looked down to see my mom's number calling through the landline and sighed in relief. "Hey, mom."

"Hey, I was just checking on you. Wanted to tell you I'm gonna be a few more hours." She says in a sad tone.

"It's okay Mom I can take care of myself, I'm proud of you," I say genuinely. "It means a lot to hear you say that, don't stay up all night. I love you."

"Love you more," I reply before she disconnects. I go to hang up the phone but it quickly rings again in my hand. "Hello."

"Hello, Amara I've missed you."

I suddenly felt dizzy, this was the same person who murdered Casey. I quickly grab my bat Betsy from under the bed keeping it close, before hanging up the phone not responding to him.

I stare at the phone, making swinging motions toward it but The phone immediately rings again making me jump and squirm.

I quickly pick up the phone, pulling the bat by my side. "Awe baby I thought you'd be happy to hear from me." He teases.

My heart started hammering fast as I started to check the windows to make sure were locked. "You let me live, the least you could do is leave me alone," I state irritated while looking out the window.

"Why would I do that? I like talking to you." He says in a deep voice.

"Wish the feeling was mutual," I respond drily as I drop down to check under my bed. I hated doing it but you can never be too sure.

"What are you doing?" He asks hearing the noise.

"Getting ready for you to meet Betsy," I say resting the bat on my shoulder and heading to the hallway closet.

A deep laugh rumbles through the phone making chills go down my spine. "You sure Betsy can handle someone like me," he asks teasingly.

I smirk to myself. "This is not her first rodeo," I reply opening the closet and swinging the bat into empty darkness.

I stare at the bat wondering if I completely washed the blood off from my last fucked up situation. His blood wouldn't be her first taste of evil.

The mystery voice laughs again. "I like you. You're funny."

I quietly walk down the stairs to make sure the front door is locked. "What's your favorite scary movie doll?"

"I already told you that!" I yell getting a bit irritated. I could just hang up and call the police, but since I'm not eighteen yet that means calling my parents. That cannot happen. There was a pause on the line for a second.

"Tell me again. I love your voice."

I take a deep breath, staring out the window next to the door, besides the porch and the lights I couldn't see anything beyond that. I could run to neighbors but I haven't figured out if he's inside or outside yet, I'm not trying to get snatched up in a van.

"Before I told you, Coraline. I do love the movie but my actual horror favorite is Carrie."

"Was that so damn hard baby? Why Carrie?" He asks like he's interested.

"First of all do not call me that," I said in a serious voice. I'll never admit it out loud but this guy has a way with words. "It's because everyone underestimated a girl that looked innocent and she was, but they made her into something that they could no longer control. Amara sits on the edge of the couch looking around.

"Never thought of it like that." A deep groan is heard. "Fuck you look so good in what I picked out for you tonight."

My blood runs cold I quickly get up looking around before deciding to hang up but his sharp deep voice stops her. "If you hang up I'll gut you just like I did Casey."

I lean down against the couch holding back tears with the phone against my ear. "You didn't kill me before so why now?"

"Good question. I just wanna play with you,"

"no thanks." I suddenly remembered I kept a dagger in a book in my room. Wouldn't hurt to have a backup weapon.

"Aww that's cute, you think you have a choice."

I start to walk up the stairs, my guard completely up, as I head to my room to find the dagger.

"Let's play a game."

"No," I reply sternly picking up my dagger, and knife holder.

"Fuck your stubborn I'm gonna have to fix that." He deeply chuckles. "All you have to do is answer a question."

I quickly strap it on, with the bat ready in her right hand and the phone in her left. "Fine."

"Good girl, where am I?" he quizzes. I suddenly hear creaking downstairs and start walking downward slowly. "Um, I don't know." I said pretending not to know."

"Oh, it's simple. Inside? Or Outside?"

I hear another creaking sound coming from the living room. "Inside," I whisper lightly against the wall, one turn and I'd be in the living room. "Good girl. Man, the things I'm gonna do to you. Do you know where I am exactly?"

I tossed the phone away putting both hands on my bat and swung as I rounded the corner. The living room was as empty as she left it. I see the closet across the room, I hear a creak upstairs but my eyes remain on the closet.

I turn walking backward with both my hands on the back pretending not to pay attention to the closet.

"Where are you?" I question I like a dumb girl in a scary movie

"I'm right here." a deep voice responds.

The living room closet doors burst open revealing the cloaked figure. I quickly swing but he ducks tackling me to the floor. I cry out feeling pain on my back that was gonna bruise.

I quickly reached up grabbing a lamp that was sitting on a stand by the couch, I quickly smashed it across his head he fell holding his face as I crawled away to reach for my bat.

The killer quickly recovered from the hit and pulled at my ankles dragging me back to him. "Let me go!" I scream as he quickly turns me and he drags me under him.

I squirm under him begging him to let me go but he just pushes more weight down on me. Finally giving up I look away from him, as he slowly gets off and releases me. I stay down afraid to move.

He grabs my bat and cocking his head to the side looking at it then back to me. "Don't you hurt her," I sneer.

He then throws it across the room, causing a surprised scream to come from me.

He kneeled back down pulling out a knife from his boot and came close to my face, tracing my skin with the sharp knife in his gloved hand.

I quickly grabbed his hand trying to stop him but he responded by grabbing my neck and squeezing.

He didn't squeeze hard enough to hurt me but it was enough for me to let him go.

Suddenly I remembered my other weapon. Keeping eye contact with his mask, I glide my hand slowly down my breasts. He follows my fingers until they land right above the edge of my nightgown.

He quickly makes eye contact with me as I continue, slowly lifting my gown as I get closer to where he wants, I can practically feel the lust of him but he's quickly surprised when I pull my dagger from my thigh cutting him across his right shoulder.

I hear a deep groan but he doesn't move from on top of me, I go to stab him but he quickly grabs my wrist in a tight grip. I know he was wearing a mask, but I could feel his anger as he glared down at me.

He quickly slams my hand down, making me scream out in pain dropping the dagger.

He then grabs me by my thighs and lifts me looking under my sleepwear as if to look and see if I have any more weapons. I immediately turned red and started squirming to make him lose his grip, he did so I kicked him hard in the head making him drop me.

I quickly get up trying to run for the door but I feel a sharp pain on my head pulling me back, I scream out as he yanks me into his chest by my hair. I look up at him to see him already staring down at me.

"Fuck you." I bite out, which makes him grip my head harder tilting it back more toward his face. He grabs me by the back of her neck pushing me down toward him ignoring my screams. He quickly grabs my legs throwing me over his shoulder. I kick and scream hitting him as he takes me up the stairs but it's no use the front door gets farther and farther away from me.

As he drags up the stairs toward my room I scream out grabbing anything I can, knocking over everything in our path to stop the killer from taking me.

He steps into my room quickly throwing me on my bed. I try to jump up but I'm stopped by my dagger pointed at me.

He slowly dragged the knife from my collarbone down to my breasts. He stopped at the scar he left me and immediately tensed. He sits the knife down on my nightstand next to him.

He grabs my hair tightly again pulling me close to him. I opened my mouth to scream but before any sound could leave my lips they were covered by his gloved hand. He slowly let go of my hair and brought a finger to the gaping mouth on his mask as if telling me to stay quiet.

I nodded lightly as he let my mouth go. He suddenly wrapped his hand around my throat pushing me down as he grabbed my leg making me open myself to him. I try to pull away but he has an iron grip not letting go.

With one hand he unstraps the dagger strap I had around my thigh.

He holds it up cocking his head to the side before throwing it behind him. I tried to put my legs back together but he stopped me gripping my ankles tight.

He then lets go of my ankles before gripping my thighs, pulling me down farther to him.

I tried to ignore the butterflies that I shouldn't have been feeling. He starts to massage my thighs, making me feel hot.

Scaring me I feel hot breath near my inner thigh, I lean up trying to see him but he grips my throat keeping me in place. Quickly realizing what he was gonna do I try to tell him to stop which he ignores gripping my throat tighter. The begging quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he sucks on my inner thigh.

I quickly bite my lip trying to ignore the euphoric feeling.

I looked up at him to see he already had pulled his mask back down. He pulls a white voice box out of his pocket and speaks into it. "You are something else, I can't wait to taste you,"

I back away scared he'd want to have sex He notices and chuckles into the voice box. " Don't worry, I won't fuck you until you beg for it."

"As if id ever beg you to fuck me." I scoff lowly.

"Baby the way your body reacted to me, you'll be begging to be under me," he says cockily.

Amara doesn't respond she just glares at him.
"I told you you're mine," he says bowing about to walk away before adding, "Tell anyone and I'll kill them. "those being his last words he disappears out the door.

I silently cried not believing what happened to me. I could've been raped or murdered I was relieved I wasn't but all that chasing me just to mark my thigh. The guy is insane. I was scared and didn't want to be alone so I called the one person I knew would come.