02 | ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴇʏᴇs
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✎ Note: I'm just like, too excited to wait til the next chapter, I don't want to rush this but like, guys, I freakin' love Ethan dude. Also, ethan and (y/n) at their house scene :)

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"My place isn't much but I'd figured since it's warm and things like that, you'd want to stay for a bit. I don't know it's really up to you." you said, it was obvious you were nervous around him.

Ethan stared down at you with his chin leaning on his hand, maybe you didn't notice but he just loves the way you talk. maybe you could do that all the time around him. you two were friends, right?

"You want anything to drink? I don't do alcohol. I just find it disgusting, but I'm not gonna keep rambling about that. water, soda, anything?" you asked, Ethan shrugged.

"Whatever you're having, Dahlia." he replied. well, was it hard to ignore the nicknames? Yes. yes it was. but you can't say you didn't like them.

You've got to chill out, you just met the guy at a party — he probably isn't even interested in you that way.

"I was gonna get me some water, I don't want you to suffer because of my plain choice of beverages. so I'll give you some juice." you said and made your way inside the kitchen.

Ethan looked over at a family photo, then there was one of you and your mom. hm, she was violent. like, extremely. what drove her to be a killer? you'll never know. but what you do know is you'll never be like her.

"I see you found the family photos. and yeah, that's my mom. we definitely don't look similar..I hope." you said, Ethan smiled and shook his head, "You don't." he said in reply.

"I don't see her as a mother, really. I know she took care of me and everything, but I can't just accept the fact she was a killer. now all the damn attention is on me, me. and I just hate it. they think just because I'm her child I'm a killer too. it doesn't make any sense. and if I try to get a job I can't get one because look at who I am. a supposed 'killer'." you rambled in anger.

"Well, that's what they think. but I'm not them. I'm Ethan Landry. the one who thinks you're not a killer." Ethan said, you felt a warmth spread throughout your chest.

The silence was comfortable between you two, his eyes scanned your face, as much as he wanted to touch you he knew he couldn't. It would seem weird cause he just met you.

Ethan didn't know what he was going to do around your presence - he felt like he was going crazy. being around you made him feral.

"I don't really think there's much we can do. I mean, I don't wanna go anywhere honestly. But we can go see what sam's up to. you don't have to-" before you could finish Ethan spoke.

"I'm going. I- I mean, yeah. I'd love to go with you." Ethan replied, you nodded and made your way to the door.

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You and Ethan made it back to sam's place, you sat next to him with your legs over his, paying no mind to anyone around you while typing something down in your notes.

"No way. Jason carvey died?" you said, looking down at your phone, "Uh, the news is on (Y/n) are you—" before mindy could finish you stopped her.

"I don't listen to the news. but moving on..why would anyone kill him? Unless they had a motive." you questioned, Mindy stared at Ethan with a raised eyebrow, noticing that you had your legs over his.

"Seems like you two got real comfortable." Anika spoke, you tried ignoring her comment but — you guys were friends so doing that was normal.

your phone started to ring, "who's that?" ethan asked, you didn't answer and stood up, heading over to the bathroom.

As you looked at the caller ID you noticed it was a unknown number, this might be a telemarketer. they have nothing else better to do nowadays.

You hit decline and was about to turn it off until you received a text.

U: I don't think your father is gonna be home anytime soon

You scoffed and deleted the text and as well deleted the number. was that supposed to scare you or something?

"It scared you didn't it?" A voice said, you didn't turn around since you knew who it was. could she leave you alone for at least one night?

"You got a lot of friends. that surprises me. since you like being alone all the time, no offense hon." You groaned in annoyance and turned around to look at your mother.

"Go away. I'm tired of hearing your annoying ass voice." you said, she still had blood on her clothes from that night, you could see all the scars scattered across her wrist and arms.

Your mother chuckled, "I know you aren't like me. I don't want you to ever be like me, I was delusional. crazy. but I wasn't. I had a reason to kill-" you cut her off.

"And that reason was?" you asked, she hesitated before answering, "because I had to protect you. I was scared they were going to hurt you." she finally answered.

"Who? who was going to hurt me?" you asked, she didn't answer and instead looked down at the ground.

"Who?" you repeated, this time more demanding. she then locked eyes with you, "if I didn't do as they say, they'd hurt me. so—"

"Bullshit excuse. tell the truth." you said.

She rolled her eyes, "fine. you caught me in a lie, gotta admit I'm a good actor though. anyways, I did it because I got triggered. 'kay? that bitch sidney killed everyone I loved or who I used to love. even a family member of mines." she explained.

Your eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, you stood there in shock — but confusion for a second.

"Who did you use to love? was it not dad? were you with other men?" you questioned, "it wasn't like that. it was people who I was close to. and everyone who I was close to loved the movies or where either inspired by the movies and tried going after the 'final girl'. I found it the least bit annoying. cause why was everyone going after her? was she that fucking special? eh, not like I cared. but she was taking everything away from me. everything. so I went on a killing spree. out of anger. you would understand, wouldn't you?" she said.

You shook your head, "still doesn't change the fact you killed people. I'm not glad you're dead, I have to deal with people everyday comparing me to you. I can't even get a job because of you! nobody here wants me around because of you."

She sighed, "and I'm sorry about that. I'm so sorry, but you don't have to prove to them that you're not a killer or like me. just continue to be you. nobody's opinion should matter to you, sweetheart. don't let it drive you to that point like they did to me."

"Go away." You said, she faded away and you rubbed your tired eyes — it was like you were talking to a ghost. was that a disorder? you didn't know but you wanted it to come to a end.

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✎ Note: I feel as though I did horrible on this chapter, but I promise the next chapter will be better, enjoy this one:)