William 'Billy' Loomis, son to Henry 'Hank' Loomis, and Nancy Loomis, walked into the school parking lot of Woodsboro High. "Yo, Billy!" Tatum grinned.

"Dude, where'd you get that shiner?" Randy grimaced.

"Oh, uh, I walked into a door late last night. I was half-asleep, and it was pitch black." Billy responded. It was a lie, he got beat by his father Hank, from a drunken rage. His father was a lawyer, yes, but he was an abusive asshole. The abuse only got worse when Nancy walked out, years ago.

Morning dragged into mid-afternoon, and Stu pinned Billy against the wall, hand on his throat. "Don't back out on tonight, Billy." He grumbled.

"Stu, I'm not sure I want--" Billy started.

"Don't." Stu glared. "I didn't ask what you want, Billy. You do as I say. Got it?"

Billy was a mix of fear, and arousal. He liked to be dominated, but only during intimacy. Stu had a tendency to be rough all the time, intimate or not. Billy wanted to run, to break up with Stu, but he couldn't. Billy loved Stu, and Stu loved Billy... right?

"Billy, did you hear me?!" Stu snapped, tightening his grip on Billy's throat.

"Yeah. Yeah, I heard you." Billy nodded. "Meet at your place after school, make a game plan, and act like nothing happened."

"Good. Remember Billy, you're my bitch." Stu growled. "You do what I tell you to, got it?"

Billy nodded, silently responding. His mind screamed to run, his heart yearned to stay.

"Good boy." Stu murmured, loosening his grip. "You know I love you, right? I'm just doing this to protect you, us."

"I know." Billy nodded. He leaned into Stu's gentle touch, yearning for more.

"If you're good, and actually listen for once, I might just fuck your brains out tonight." Stu grinned, his tone dropping an octave.

As mid-afternoon turned into dusk, Billy sat on Stu's bed. Stu was walking out of the shower, after their most recent killing. "Hey, baby." Stu grinned, plopping down beside Billy. "You good?"

"Yeah, yeah just... thinking. Stu... who was that boy we killed earlier?" Billy asked, "I've never met him."

"None of your damn business." Stu snapped, defensively. "All that matters is that he's gone, and we didn't get caught, right?"

Billy had a growing pit of dread in his gut, and hesitantly nodded. "Yeah." He murmured.

"Now lay down so I can fuck you." He stated.

Billy just stayed quiet, doing as told. He didn't want to have intimacy, but what choice did he have?

The dusk sky soon turned a variety of colors as dawn arose. Billy was covered in scratches, hickeys, and bruises. Billy stirred, waking up to the warm sunlight gazing in through the window. He groggily opened an eye, and glanced at the alarm clock; 5:40 AM. It was a Saturday, and Billy groaned quietly, trying to go back to sleep. Ten minutes turned into an hour, an hour turned into two, and before he knew it, it was 8:00 AM.

That afternoon, after hanging out with their friends, the news, given by reporter Gale Weathers, revealed another Ghostface victim; sixteen year old Jade Walters. Billy pulled Stu into a private area. "Are you insane?" He hissed, "Killing in daylight? Do you want to get caught?"

"Relax, Loomis. I didn't leave any evidence, and I made sure she was alone." Stu snarled, "You were no help, like usual."

"We agreed to night, that way we couldn't be seen easier." Billy protested.

Within two weeks, more murders ramped up, and one day, Stu fucked up. He left DNA at the murder scene of nineteen year old James Wickburn. Dewey Riley, brother to Tatum, and sheriff of Woodsboro, arrested Stu. "Wait for me, baby!" Stu grinned, glancing at Billy.

"Are you taking him to the station?" Billy asked.

"Yeah, for questioning." Dewey nodded.

Down at the police station, Billy arrived with their friends. "Where's Stu?" Randy asked.

"He's in interrogation." Judy Hicks, the deputy, responded.

"Without a lawyer?" Sidney asked.

Billy opened the door to the interrogation room. "Let's go, Stu. This interrogation is over." He stated.

"Billy--" Dewey started.

"Do you have any evidence connecting him to the murder?" Billy asked.

"Well... no." Dewey answered.

"Then we're going." Billy responded.

That night, Billy was ignoring Stu, giving him the cold shoulder. And it was pissing Stu off. "Damn it, Billy! Just fucking talk to me!" He snapped.

"I want out, Stu. I never wanted to do these murders, I never wanted to help you. I'm not gonna take the fall for you." Billy responded.

"So you wanna break up?" Stu asked.

"At this point, I'm considering it, yes." Billy responded.

"You know, I thought we were good. Do you not love me anymore?" Stu asked, starting to guilt-trip Billy.

"Yes, Stu, I do. But I'm not gonna be your scapegoat." Billy responded. That conversation ended up into a full-blown argument, and Stu ended up on the couch.

A few days later, Stu was arrested again for a DNA match on the body of James Wickburn, but this time, Billy was taken down too, in an attempt to turn against Stu. "Don't say nothin', baby. Nothin'." Stu instructed.

With no luck, the cops let Billy go. When he walked into his house, he was overcome with nausea. Within a few hours, the pain didn't subside, and neither did the nausea, so, just for shits and giggles, he took a pregnancy test. And the results weren't what he expected.

Positive.

He was pregnant with Stu Macher's child.

(TBC....)