All the good girls go to hell by Billie Eilish

All the good girls go to hell cause even God herself has enemies and once the water starts to rise and heaven's out of sight, she'll want the devil on her team.

I wake up feeling limp. My body tingles, numb and cold. I sigh, moving my hands, but they're bound tightly behind my back. My eyes are open, I'm certain they are, but all I see is black. There's a blindfold tied over my eyes.

The memories flood back to my brain. I was so sure it was Jay, but the hands that gripped me were those of a man. 

"Is she awake?" Danny's voice echoes from behind me. I feel two arms wrap around me from the back, I let out a horrific scream, squirming to break free. "For fucks sake, yeah she is." Danny murmurs. 

"Let me go Danny!!" I scream with utter terror, my body covered with goosebumps. His biceps tense, holding me tight. 

"Stop screaming! I'm not Danny!" Danny roars, clamping a firm hand over my mouth. I run my tongue along the palm, "Are you fucking kidding? Did you just lick me?" He wails, freeing my mouth to wipe his hand. 

"We don't want to kill you! Just stop screaming or we'll do it!" He booms, gripping me by the hair firmly in warning, I clamp my mouth shut and seise my screaming. 

He rolls the blindfold down my face, muffling my mouth and freeing my eyes. 

It's dark, dimly lit by a couple torches. It doesn't take long to come to the conclusion we're in one of Hawthorne House's tunnels. If I scream from here, there might still be a chance someone hears me. 

I turn my head rapidly to see who's behind me, but two hands hold my head in place. "Uh uh." He purrs menacingly. I see his hair in my peripheral, short brown, slightly curly. I scan through all the potential perpetrators. My mind won't stop going back to Danny. 

I feel his soft and warm lips press against my neck, his tongue lapping at my skin until a shiver ripples through my skin. I pay close attention to the movement, trying to recognise something, anything that's even remotely memorable. 

It feels achingly familiar but I can't pinpoint it. I survey my mind for everyone who's ever kissed me. 

Danny. Jameson. Grayson. Those fucking gang members. A few other losers. The guy from that frat party. 

"You know who I am yet?" He murmurs, the smirk in his voice evident. 

His arms lets go of my body, propping me against a wall and kneeling before me. 

Danny. 

I'm certain it's him. It has to be. "Danny?" I tremor out against the tie muzzling my voice. He slips the fabric off my face, freeing my mouth. It doesn't make sense, Danny died 4 years ago and this guy looks the same age. 

I stare at him for a solid minute. 

"I've fucked you." I recall. "Ding ding ding." He smirks. 

"I fucked you at a frat party, I was drunk out my mind, I wanted to make Grayson jealous.. There's videos of us fucking." I piece the puzzle together. "She's good." He praises, eyes looking behind me. I try to turn but he clicks his fingers before me, beckoning me to look at him again. 

"You said you don't want to kill me.. is this some fucked up sex thing?" I grimace. "No baby, I've had all the sex with you I need. Now all I want is blood." He runs a finger down my jaw. 

"So.. you want me to.. make a blood sacrifice?" I guess. "You're not very bright are you?" He pouts. "I've been told." I shrug. 

"By Danny?" He asks, gritting the name out with vengeance and repulse. "You know him?" I ask, though it's more of a statement than question. 

"You seriously don't know who I am? I get at the frat party you were fucked so you didn't recognise me but now you're sober and you still have no fucking clue.." He grins, staring at each and every feature on my face with fascination. 

"Am I supposed to?" I cock a brow. "I'll give you a minute." He decides. 

He wants me to know who he is. He wants me to remember.

I fucked him. I was too drunk to realize it but I know him. He looks like Danny. He's younger though. He must have some sort of motive. He knew Danny. Maybe that's the motive. 

Every fact I know forms a mental list and I slowly bring each piece of the puzzle into place. And then it clicks. 

"There she is." He grins, clearly seeing a shift when I solve it. "Say it baby." He instructs. 

"You're Danny's brother." I state. He blinks at me. "Do you not even remember my fucking name?" He spits in disbelief. "I forgot your fucking existence, why would I remember your fucking name?" I scoff. 

"It's Samuel." He grits angrily. "Daniel and Samuel? You sound like the world's saddest kids tv show." I mock. 

"Shut up!" He yells. "You were like 14 the last time I saw you. You must be like 18 now?" I ask. "And you've aged awfully, what are you 30?" He tries to offend me. 

"So you want to get revenge because I got your brother busted to the point he pussied out and killed himself?" I guess.

"I want to maim and torture you because you killed my brother!" He declares. "Danny killed himself." I remind him. "Because of you!" He yells. 

"Your brother abused me when we were together and when I finally ended things he shot me and tried to blackmail-fuck me then when I outran him he killed himself because he couldn't be bothered taking accountability for his actions." I snap back. 

"We're gonna finish what he started." A new voice comes from behind me, I instantly know who it belongs to. Jay.

"Have you been waiting there the past 5 minutes so you could have some kind of reveal? I know it's you Jay." I ridicule. 

"Actually I've been busy loading this gun." She presses the barrel to the back of my head, I tense up. She rounds me, kneeling beside Samuel and lowering the gun.

"Knew you wouldn't shoot me. You're a pussy just like Danny." I snort. 

She fumes, lifting the gun and cocking it, sending a bullet right through my shin. I wail in agony, bringing my leg into my chest and rocking a little as the pain fractures through me, blood gushing out. 

"You fucking shot me!" I squeal. "The things we're about to do are gonna be a lot worse than one bullet." Sam growls with a sadistic smirk. 

"You gonna rape me like your fuck-ass brother tried?" I seethe out through the pain. 

He reaches down, squeezing the mangled flesh on my leg, my tortured screams spiralling around the walls. 

The occurrence that I may actually die down here strikes me hard. If I can get this rope off my hands I can run and at least try to fight, but tied up I'm useless. 

"Here's what's happening. We're going to talk, then we'll do a little minor torturing, then maybe cut your throat." Jay smiles condescendingly. 

"Is this the part where you give me your life story in an unnecessarily boring monologue?" I sigh, slumping further against the wall. My hand hits the wall, the ring Grayson gave me making me tingle when it hits the stone. It's a diamond, it would probably grind down to dust if it scraped against a wall of this texture. 

"Danny was 16 when you killed him—" Jay starts, "He killed himself." I correct, toying with my ring in thought. 

"He was 16! And we were in love. He told me before he died that once he killed you he was gonna get a massive payout and we'd run away together. You ruined that. Just like you ruined my entire life. When we were 12 I told you I liked Danny and a week later you kissed him during spin the bottle and soon enough you were 'highschool sweethearts'." Jay grits. 

"You want to kill me because of drama when we were 12? That was middle school drama! Jane you're 20! Get a life!" I scream. 

If I grind this ring down to a point could I use it to slice the rope? But Grayson bought this ring to promise he'd marry me. He won't be able to marry you if you're dead.

"I was a child in love, Paris!" She wails, voice tearing. Sam stands, walking towards her and cupping her cheek, gently brushing a tear away, the two of them whispering sweet nothings to one another. 

"You're dating his brother?!" I howl laughter, they both turn to me. "You think Danny would still give a shit about killing me after 4 years? He'd be more angry that his baby brother's fucking the 'love of his life'!" I cackle.

"You got this one Sam?" She purrs, placing a small knife in the palm of his hand, sharing an intimate glare. 

"If you're gonna do anything please stab my eyes so I don't have to watch this shit!" I complain dryly, then realise he just might. 

He kneels, lifting my shirt a little, looking over my stomach with careful eyes. 

"This where he shot you?" He traces a knuckle over my stomach, circling the small scar brought from Danny's shot all those years ago. 

He brings the edge of the blade down on my skin, circling the scar until he meets the point where he started. It's about a 2 inch diameter of skin.

Samuel comes in close, breath dancing across my lips, then he kisses me. He makes out with me, slowly delving the knife down deeper. He swallows my screams, every movement so precise he doesn't have to look, telling me he's practised this. 

The pain of my leg fades to nothingness and I'm consumed by the burning pangs of anguish. He finally stops kissing me, then he looks down at my stomach and makes one more twist of the knife and slips it out. He licks the blood off the knife, spitting it back on me. 

I don't stop the screaming even when the knife is out. He sticks one finger inside the hole he punctured, ripping off the surface layer of my skin. The small circle of my stomach now being skinned. 

He holds the small piece of flesh in victory. "Might wear it as a badge." He sings playfully, my sobs fading to quiet when my body loses the strength to scream. 

"We're gonna keep this to commemorate Danny. Proof of the fact he almost had you." Jay states, slipping the skin in her pocket. 

"This is.. so.. fucked.. up.." I groan out. "No Paris, what's fucked up is you driving a guy to suicide." Jay says. I don't reply, I focus my sole energy on continuing to file down this ring. 

"So you both lost someone.. and you joined together to form a Paris hate club?" I sigh out, buying myself more time. 

"We got close after Danny died, because we were both grieving. And we spent a lot of time thinking about why it happened." Samuel explains. "We came to the conclusion it was your fault." Jay adds. 

"So you had the idea to kill me?" I whine out in pain. 

"We had the idea to torture you and make you feel the pain you put us through." She spits out. "Oh I'm sorry, did you get skinned and shot when Danny died?" I snap. I feel the point of the diamond and when I dictate it's sharp enough, I start to run it over the rope.

"You put is through endless reeling and sorrow." Sam whispers. "I've lost people too you know. I didn't torture and kill people to cope." I state. "Everyone grieves differently. 

"That statement usually means that some people cry, and some people feel shocked, revenge murder isn't usually an option." I whimper. 

"It started out small.. We just wanted to mess with you. I'd call you and pretend to be Danny. Our voices sound similar enough so you freaked out." Samuel states, and suddenly a lot of this makes sense. They were behind those relentless prank calls that caused countless panic attacks 3 years ago. 

"One of the times we decided to watch you, actually see how you reacted." Jay explains. "But then we got addicted. We watched you for a while, then we sort of made this long term plan to make you push away everyone you loved." He continues. 

"So that when we killed you, everyone would hate you and you'd die being hated by everyone." Jay smirks. 

"But that didn't work." I tease. "Correct." Samuel nods, looking to Jay with frustration, evidently thinking this is her fault. 

The fire alarm. Fuck. "So you're gonna kill everyone instead?" I stare in horror. "What? No." He furrows his brows. "So the fire alarm?" I hint. "Oh that was just to get everyone out of the house." He clarifies. 

"And what's the plan when they realise I'm gone?" I question. "Well they already have realized. There's at least 20 men searching for you right now. But we took you to the tunnels in the basement. They'd have to go down to the basement of this house, and listen very carefully to even hear one echo of your screams. And by the time they do, you'll be dead." Jay ensures me. 

The ring finally cuts through the first length of rope, meaning I'm a quarter free. If I want this to work, I need to stall for a long time.

"Jay.. please. You were my best friend." I beg with forced tears in my eyes. She doesn't falter. "Nope. Not gonna work. You aren't doing the thing where you trick me into getting distracted so I don't kill you." She shrugs unbothered.

"Oh fuck me, I thought you were dumb enough to fall for that." I groan with a frustrated sigh. 

"You're dying tonight." She assures me with a smile, "Yeah, I gathered as much." I grumble.

"You know even if you kill me tonight, I'll still win." I state, "And why's that?" She hisses back, "I would say because I'm gonna haunt the fuck out of you, but unlike some, I actually don't care to waste time on stupid grudges!" I bite out. I see her nostrils glare, a clear sign she's ready to snap.

"For fucks sake Paris! You just never let me win!" Jay yells. "You always get everything. You got Danny when I liked him first. You got captain of the cheer squad and had to ask if I could join you cause you felt bad. You got to be the most popular girl in school. Now you get to live in this huge house with these hot boys, a lifetime supply of money behind you and you even have the nerve to feel bad for yourself!" She yelps with frustration.

And finally I understand it. I understand why she's doing all this. Jealousy. 

"You're jealous." I laugh in her face. "Yeah, of course I'm jealous you, bitch." She grits, grabbing a tiny razor blade out her boot. 

"You gonna kill me with that?" I snort a laugh. Jay comes close, slicing my cheek to draw a little warning blood, then she lodges it in my collarbone. "Yeah, you know that might work." I squeak sarcastically in a whimper of immediate pain.

"I forgot how much I hated you." I huff as I squint my face and lean back onto the wall behind me.

"How the fuck do you still look so hot even when you've just been shot, skinned and stabbed?" Samuel speaks up, just standing back and watching this whole ordeal. Jay shoots him a venomous glare.

"Really? Thanks." I grin sarcastically. "See, the guy you love likes me more..." I smirk menacingly, "again." I add with a teasing glare. 

"It's like you fucking want it!" She roars, scavenging through her pockets for more weapons. 

I'm losing a lot of blood. I know I am. I know I don't have much time left before I pass out at the very least, and without having the conscious effort to stay alive I'm certain I'd succumb to my wounds. I don't have any more time for teasing or messing with them. I need to play this by their rules. This rope is only halfway off and I'm losing strength more and more with each drop of blood lost.

"You were so pretty in high school." I have to force the words out, complementing her to hopefully bring a moment of reflection. "It wasn't a surprise to me that Danny was hooking up with you. You were everything I wasn't." I lie through my teeth. 

She falters, for just a minute. And I instantly know this is just how I have to play this. 

Grayson.

"Paris is still in there! What part of that do you not understand?!" I roar in Nash's face. He's yelling at me for causing a scene. 

"You're distressing everyone!" He booms. "Yeah? Good! Everyone get distressed, because if you're not already then you clearly don't care enough about her!" I announce to those of us standing outside. 

The whole house evacuated on account of the fire alarm. We're gathered directly in front, waiting for the authorities to assure the premise has no signs of fire. Only after that will they look for Paris. 

"You're being selfish! Look at Libby! She's sobbing because you're making everyone anxious!" He shouts at me, I glance beyond him to the girl under Xander's arm who's crying with fear and worry. Avery is busy trying to call her sister on repeat, Jameson trying to stop her. 

"I know you're scared! But there is nothing anyone can do right now!" Nash tells me. I hate how logical he's being, it only further proves I'm the irrational one. But I know something's wrong. And the thought of her being in danger makes me ache with worry. 

I shake my head, pacing back and forth before jogging for the house. Before I can even step inside, Oren grabs me. I'm strong, but his whole job revolves around being stronger. So he holds me down. 

"Let me in! I need to find her!" I roar. "We'll find her!" He assures me. "Those degenerate men couldn't find blood on a white sheet!" I snap. "Let me look for her!" I order. 

"What good is that? Let a kid endanger himself by running around looking for another kid instead of letting the professionals do it? Don't make me waste time cuffing you!" Oren booms. 

I grit my teeth, rejoining the group I focus on doing what I can do. I let Max cry in one arm whilst I use the other to attempt to track her phone. No luck. 

(a/n. Holy shit. I feel like I have so much to say so buckle in. First of all, this story hit 200k reads today, which is absolutely incomprehensible to me. Since the book is almost over, I won't spend a whole page ranting about how grateful and shocked I am, but just know I appreciate this more than you could ever comprehend. Second, this chapter's lowkey insane. I've had this planned since the middle of part 3, so for an idea to actually last this long in my notes and still make it into the fic is wild. I wrote the plan out months and months ago then I realised writing it tonight that it's lowkey insanely dark. I think the whole getting shot and stabbed thing wasn't actually too bad considering the usual levels of Riches violence, but the part where they took a slab on her skin was fucking insane work from me. I had the idea that they cut off where Danny shot her to commemorate him or whatever? But it kind of felt disturbing. Idk lmk if I'm just hypercritical or if that was too much. Third, I feel like the 'stalkers' don't actually make a lot of sense considering Jay was mentioned in like 10 chapters total? Idk they were best friends and the whole idea for the stalker started with me wanting her to return for revenge and then it just spiralled into an even bigger plotline. Sam was lowkey not planned at all (clearly) because I wrote that scene where Paris hooked up with a random guy to make Grayson jealous (which was chapter 133 in case people were wondering) and then realised it was weird to just write a random hookup, so I slept on it then woke up after having a dream that Danny's brother was the stalker and had the idea. We love a plot that has not been thought through. I've said it before though and I'll say it again, this fic is so ridiculous atp that I use it as a dumping ground for all my riverdale style bullshit ideas. But regardless, you guys read it and clearly see something in it that makes you keep reading and for that I'm eternally grateful. So thanks, I love you all so much!!)