Chapter eight,

don't blame her, love made her crazy

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Amaya's eyes had simply remained on her bloody pants, and sweatshirt. She was covered in blood, specifically her Godfather's blood, all this crying had made her slowly feel numb, and detaching herself from all this pain. The pain of witnessing her Godfather laying in a pool of his own blood. This was simply too much for her to handle.

"Amaya!" She simply heard her name being called from a far distance, but her mind wasn't in the right place at this given moment, so she didn't respond, overwhelmed with emotions of what she witnessed was clouding her head.

Though the person who was calling out for her had came into clear view, both of their hands going onto both of her shoulders, and immediately catching her attention, Amaya felt herself about to breakdown, again, "He's gone, Dewey's gone. Ghostface killed him." She had instantly cried out, arms quickly slinging around her Godmothers torso who had also quickly wrapped her arms around her Goddaughters waist, her chin immediately resting onto her Goddaughters head.

Gale gently mumbled, "I know, I know," She shut her eyes in pure exhaustion recalling the scene playing out when she seen his dead body in that bag, "It's why I'm going to get the son of bitch, and kill him myself." She confessed to her Goddaughter, she had felt nothing but pure hatred to the person who killed the man she loves, loved.

Amaya pulled away from the hug, eyes staring directly at her Godmother, responding back to her confession, "I want to help you, he killed my Padrino!" She had so much hatred build up in her body a long with grief that was building up as well.

Gale immediately shook her head, "No, it's too risky." She couldn't let her Goddaughter get hurt, she'd loose it if her Goddaughter ended up in hurt or even killed 'cause of her.

Amaya scoffed, "Dewey taught me how to shoot with a gun, a couple bullets in this motherfuckers head should do it, Madrina!" She snarled out in frustration, her hands  simply rubbing her watery eyes.

"Back up a minute, Amaya— Dewey taught you to do what now!?" Gale was almost in quite disbelief on what her Goddaughter revealed, of course Dewey would be one to teach a kid on how to use a gun.

Before, Amaya can say anything else about what she revealed, her eyes quickly drifted towards the opening doors, revealing it to be Aunt Sydney Prescott, and her dad. What the fuck was her dad doing here in the hospital along with her Aunt.

   "Gale!"

   "Amaya!"

   The two figures approached them, Lorenzo quickly checking his daughter, eyes giving her a look of worried, "Who's blood is this, is this your blood?" His eyes skimming around his daughter to see if she had any marks, but then his eyes widened again, "Where's Paloma?" He has questioned her worriedly. Though, to his surprise he had felt his daughter wrapping her arms around him, softly crying before pulling away from the hug.

"It's, uhm Dewey's blood." She softly responded before speaking, "And, Paloma is with Daniela in her hospital room." He raised his eyebrow at that sentence, but Amaya just shook her head that she'd tell him another time, separating from her dad she went to hug her Aunt Sydney.

   "I came as soon as I heard," Sydney mumbled softly to Amaya's ears, hand soothing her back before they separated when they had heard someone gently coughing, and catching all four of their attention.

   Sam had stood in front of them, "I'm sorry." She had apologized to all four of them, she knew how much Dewey meant to them, and losing him like this must be painful for them, "I didn't know him well, but. . ." She hesitantly said, eyes looking specifically at Amaya and Gale in pure sympathy, and guilt for involving Dewey in this mess, as she continued, "He helped me." She gently confessed.

   Amaya's breath had hitched, eyes getting blurry. She knew that this wasn't Samantha's fault, this was simply Ghostface's fault for the death of her Godfather, she held no hatred for Samantha who just wanted to help her sister stay safe.

   Gale sniffled at the speech, "That's what he did." She knew all about how Dewey would save everyone before himself, and that's what he did. He died for being a hero, "He helped people." Gale retorted, hot tears rolling down her eyes, glancing at Samantha before sighing in defeat, "I should've stopped him." She shook her head in denial.

   Amaya intervened, "Knowing my Padrino. . . he would've involved himself one way or the other." She gently confessed, everyone glancing at her statement, and knowing this was true. Dewey always had a tendency of risking his life for the safety of others.

   Samantha agreed, mumbling quietly, "If you had, my sister would be dead." She confessed, Gale immediately looking at her with tears forming, again. It felt like a complete stab in the heart, but it also felt good to know that even before his death. Dewey had managed to save someone in his last moments.

Amaya felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach, but she was beyond grateful that her Godfather had protected her friend, but in the process of it, he lost his life. Her eyes were simply blurring from tears, and using her hands to wipe her tears away, she wanted to stop crying, but this was too much for her to still process.

It simply remained quiet until a nurse shouting was heard, "Samantha your sisters awake!" She called out.

Samantha excused herself from them.

"I have to go check up on Paloma." Amaya bluntly said, walking away as her dad called out for her.

"You want me to come with?"

Amaya simply shook her head, "No, I'm fine." She had confessed to her father despite it being a lie, she just wanted to be left alone after what she had witnessed today.

Lorenzo watched his daughter disappear from view, arms on his hips glancing at Gale and Sydney, "You think she's fine?"

Sydney who just shook her head at Lorenzo's statement, had easily spoken up, "Teenagers lie all the time, but when she's ready to speak about her feelings, you just listen to her, okay?"

"Syd's right."

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Daniela who was simply sat in her hospital bed, and also cradling Paloma in her arms had quickly looked at who was beside her door, eyes widening when she seen her friend who was covered in complete blood.

"Oh my gosh, what happened?" She had questioned her friend worriedly, "Did you get hurt, or something?" Her eyebrows furrowed, eyes looking at her friend worriedly.

Amaya sniffled, slowly approaching her friend, and quickly taking her baby into her arms, and gently kissing her daughter on her forehead. A sigh of relief she had felt knowing that her baby was okay, and in her arms. A sense of peace she had felt before she spoke to her friend, and relieving what had went down when she left her room earlier.

   "That phone call earlier," She slowly began, and catching her friends attention, "Came from Ghostface who mumbled on about how I made my choice on who to save, and who would end up dead tonight. . ." She had lightly tapped onto her daughters arm before finishing up her sentence.

   Daniela remained confused, "So he made you choose?" Tilted her head confusingly, "Amaya who died tonight?" She questioned her friend.

   "Dewey," She answered, Daniela's eyes widened at this. She knew all about Dewey, and met him on several occasions, he was a really cool person, "He killed dewey, and this blood is Dewey's. I tried to get to him before, but I was too late." She had almost cried out, sitting herself down on a chair with her daughter still in her arms. With realization also hitting her on how Paloma won't even remember Dewey once she's a little bit older, and that made her heart hurt even more.

   Daniela who immediately felt nothing, but sadness at this speech spoke softly to her friend, "It's not your fault, Amaya. You tried, and that's all that matters. Don't be blaming yourself for someone else's crime." She retorted.

   "I know, but —"

   Her phone rang interrupting what she was going to say, her hand slowly pulling it out of her pocket, and eyes simply glancing down at who could be calling her, and there it was, again. A no Caller-ID number.

   Daniela simply shook her head, "No, don't answer that. What if it's him, again? If you ignore it maybe he'll stop." She figured that if Amaya didn't answer the phone, he'd get bored and bother someone else.

   Amaya had shook her head, "He'll just call until I pick up the phone, I have to answer him." Her hand getting shaky as she clicked answer, she felt her heart thumping already panicking on the inside.

"Hello, Amaya." The voice simply snickered, "See how easy it was for me to slice someone important for you." He reminded her, Amaya felt her jaw clench at what he said.

"You got what you wanted asshole, so how about you go, and turn yourself in already." Amaya recommend, her teeth had gritted in nothing, but pure frustration.

"No! The game is just beginning!"

"What game?"

A sadistic laughter could be heard on the other line as he easily spoke up, "On a scale of one to ten how important is lover boy to you?" He laughed, hysterically.

Amaya had felt herself began to panic, "I don't know what twisted game you're playing, but you leave Chad out of this twisted game of yours!" She had called out, already standing up and passing her daughter to Daniela who was extremely concerned on what was happening.

"We'll see about that stupid whore!"

   She couldn't say anything else, as he had hung the phone up, and that had only left Amaya looking quickly for her keys that was somewhere inside her purse.

   "I – I have to go," Amaya frantically said, "Chad's in danger, I have to go and save him before it's too late." She began to panic on the inside, also knowing that she'd have to make a quick stop to her Godfather's trailer, and snatch up one of the guns that he has hiding right behind his sisters ashes. Tatum Riley.

   Daniela's mouth widened, "Wait – wait!  Shouldn't you be calling the cops first?" She had questioned her worriedly.

   Amaya shook her head, "They'll never make it in time, and I can't risk it." She shook her head in denial, she'd loose it if Chad were to die. He still meant so much to her, 'cause she still loves him a lot.

   "Amaya what if your risking your life just by going over there?" Daniela had quickly reminded her friend, "What if this masked killer hurts you?" She retorted.

   "That's the least of my worries right now," Amaya confessed, "Can you watch Paloma for me?" She questioned her friend, ignoring her friends concern about her safety.

   Daniela sighed in worrisome, "Yeah."

   "Thank you." Amaya sighed in relief that her friend would watch her daughter for the meantime, as she had placed a soft kiss on her daughters forehead, and whispering 'I love you' to her, before walking away from her friends hospital room.

   She didn't care about her safety the minute she had left the room, all that mattered to her was the safety about the person she loves, and risking her life for someone else was the least of her concern, but yet he wasn't just anyone, he's the person that she loves.

She didn't care if she lives or dies tonight.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞,  someone tell me this
chapter isn't trash.

This is just part of his game for getting her there 😜 A game that involves the actual confession of what occurred a year ago.

I can't wait to write Amaya and Chad being a happy couple already. 😩🤞🏻

I might make Sydney make an appearance in act two through calls, 'cause I was sad she wasn't in scream six.