Chapter one,

a stranger calls

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    IT WAS ROUGHLY AROUND NINE PM she just about barely finished showering, and had her pink towel wrapped around her wet body, droplets of water from her hair that were hitting her shoulder, closing and locking her bedroom door to change.

Heading directly towards her own bed, and easily picking up her underwear alongside her black sweatpants (Well they were Chads, but she liked them so he given them to her with no complaints.) Dragging her underwear on, as she briefly glanced at her stomach, her fingers slowly caressing the four scars, it all just made her remember two thousand eleven and the attacks. Her deceased mom.

While she had swallowed the lump in her own throat, "Don't cry you're not going to cry tonight." Exhaling her breath, and just quickly changing herself. These scars made her just so insecure, hiding her body from those who can see it, and question it. She was so tired of being some damn sob story, and everyone knows at this time around is the anniversary of the first killings, so everyone gives her pity looks.

Jumping when her phone rang, she walked over to her nightstand, glancing at whoever is calling her, furrowing her own eyebrows since there is no caller ID, rolling her own eyes and just deciding to pick up, what's the worst that can possibly happen?

Jasmine exhaled her own breath, "Who is this?" Dumb fucking question to ask, she had mentally rolled her own eyes.

   Unknown girl who immediately spoke into the phone a seductive voice, "I'm on my way over, baby. You sure your wife's gone?" She had giggled like a little kid who had just gotten rewarded candy.

   Jasmine felt her lips curl upwards in clear amusement, "Not your baby, but this is really interesting to say the least. . . just being on the phone with the other woman." God, she feels for the wife as whoever this woman is on the phone has no self-respect whatsoever, "It was not a pleasure speaking with you, I hope his wife finds someone better. Goodbye." Jasmine rolled her own eyes about to hang up until the woman spoke again.

   The woman who had spoken rather quickly, "No — Wait a second I haven't even given you my name. . ." The woman on the line was out here practically insisting, "Don't you want to know my name, Jasmine Altieri?" The voice had now changed from a woman's to a voice that she hasn't heard in a long time.

   Panic set in, "How do you know my name?" She immediately ran over towards her window, checking outside before she had immediately closed the blinds.

   The voice chuckled, "Because I want know one of Tara Carpenters friends before I slice your friend up. . ." He remarked back, "That's unless you confess your dirty secret, I'll let her be." He clicked his tongue against his teeth.

Jasmine who was attempting to hold herself together and not wanting to break apart, "I don't know what you're talking about, so why don't you quit the foolish games and leave her alone." She had practically growled into the phone, her hand was clutching onto her phone with a tightening grip.

His voice had just raised louder, "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Jasmine. Your very much alive father, Mickey Altieri." He had chuckled, "Too bad daddy isn't here to protect his little girl, but don't you worry I'll tell him all about how it felt slicing up and watching your life drain until your very last breath, Jasmine once I'm finished here with Tara." His voice practically boomed with so much venom laced written all over.

"You'll never stand a chance against me," She blurted out, "I dare you to try it, pussy. Or, are you too much of a fucking pussy to even target me right now?" Her voice raised, her eyes had darkened. If push comes to shove she'd murder someone who's threatening her.

The voice had just laughed, ". . . God, you're just like Sydney Prescott. You think the entire world revolves around you, but it doesn't!" The voice yelled before giving her a final question, "So, confess to them, or I'll kill Tara. What's it going to be, Jasmine?" He was just eager to see what her response would be.

Out of her own anger she had practically yelled, "Fuck You!" It was then that her eyes widened on what she said that made her now realize that her friend is now in jeopardy, "No — Wait!" Her heart began to race.

   The voice laughed, "Need to make a phone call, and 'cause some bloodshed." He hung up the phone on her, that made Jasmine began to panic and immediately grabbing her shoes to simply make it over to her friends house before he can, and harm her.

   Nonetheless, it would already be too late.

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   SOUND OF POLICE SIRENS were just being heard from every single corner, she had taken her Uncle Dewey's broken truck over here.

It was then that panic had already set in when she was arriving her friends street, and slowly parking the car on the side of the street as she immediately ran out, "No. . ." Her voice began to break, and her eyes beginning to get watery.

Passing the yellow tape until she had felt a cop grabbing her hand, "You cannot be in here, it's a crime scene." His voice was loud, and just overall gruff.

Jasmine who was speaking, voice sounding like she was about to cry, "My friend she lives here, Tara Carpenter. Is she okay, please tell me she's okay?" Her voice was slowly breaking when he was giving her no response.

The cop sighed giving her a sympathetic look that wasn't even helping her at all with the pity looks he was giving her, "You aren't family I can't disclose—" A familiar voice had caught her attention.

Sheriff Judy Hicks who spoken up, her hands were in her pockets, "I got it from here Deputy Vinson. . ." He simply nodded his head as the woman had slowly approached Jasmine, she was confused why the girl was here, "What are you doing here, Jasmine?" Her eyebrow had just risen.

   Jasmine began to bombard her with the same question, "Is Tara Okay?" That was her biggest concern.

   Judy nodded her head, "She survived all of those stab wounds, she's heading into surgery once she arrives to the hospital." She reassured the girl, Jasmine ran her fingers through her own hair, her heart was still racing.

   Licking her dried lips, "That's good. She's going to be fine." She had just about reassured herself.

   Judy Hicks who had asked her once again, "Why did you come over here, did you —" She was just brutally interrupted by Jasmine.

   Whisper yelling out at her in anger, "I would never hurt her, and don't use that excuse about who my father is!" She had pointed her finger at Judy Hicks, "Not too long ago I received a phone call from, Ghostface. He had given me two options confess who my biological dad is to my friends, or he hurts Tara. . ." She sharply sucked in her breath, "And, all I told him was fuck you." Tears dribbled down her eyes.

   Judy Hicks remained silent letting all of this sink into her head — Tara Carpenter not too long ago had also said how she received a call from Ghostface, and had described him. Chills ran over her spine.

   Jasmine sniffled, "It's my fault that Tara is hurt." Judy hicks had snapped out of her own thoughts, and heading to reassure the girl, "So, if you have anyone to blame it's me." Nodding her head sadly.

   Judy had easily wrapped her arm around the girl, "It's not your fault, Jasmine. . ." And just beginning to lead her out of the front yard, "I'm going to need to take you down to the station for some more questioning." She gently rubbed the teens arm who was just in a state of shock from tonight's events.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, hope you liked
chapter one.

What if I said Dean was also
GF? 🫡😏🤭 LMFAOOO. Also, The GF call she received it kinda ate ngl >>>

But her dad is going to devour act
two, and put all three of them in their
place. Idk maybe Anika will live.🤷🏻‍♀️