LUCY CLUTCHES THE LETTER SHE FOUND IN QUINN'S ROOM, her mind racing. She now has evidence of his obsession, his need to control Freya, but the letter alone won’t be enough to make her sister leave him. Freya’s heart has always been as compassionate as it is stubborn. Lucy knows that if she goes to Freya with only accusations, her sister might shut down, or worse, run straight to Quinn.

But maybe there’s another way to reach her — if Lucy can show Freya who Quinn really is.

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The next day, Lucy sits with Summer at the kitchen table, both of them flipping through an old magazine. Summer is lost in one of those silly quizzes, giggling as she calculates her score. Lucy watches her, a pang of sadness filling her chest. Summer’s innocence, her lighthearted laughter — they’re reminders of all Lucy lost, reminders of what she’s fighting to protect.

“Earth to Lucy!” Summer waves a hand in front of her face, her eyes bright with amusement. “You were, like, totally spaced out.”

Lucy forces a smile. “Sorry, I guess I just… I’m thinking a lot these days.”

Summer rolls her eyes with exaggerated patience. “Aren’t we all? High school is, like, a life crisis every other day.”

Lucy laughs softly. For a brief moment, she lets herself feel the joy of being back here, surrounded by her sisters. But the moment is shattered by the sound of the doorbell ringing. The door swings open, and in walks Quinn, a bouquet of flowers in hand. The sight of him fills her with dread.

“Hey, Freya,” he calls, his gaze shifting briefly to Lucy before landing on Freya, who blushes and walks over to accept the flowers.

He wraps an arm around her, his voice low and almost mocking as he adds, “Thought I’d surprise you, babe.”

Lucy forces herself to stay silent, but every instinct screams for her to step in, to pull Freya away from him. Instead, she watches as he leads Freya out the door, leaving her with Summer, the house suddenly feeling colder and emptier.

As the door closes behind them, Summer nudges her. “You’re totally glaring at him. What’s the deal? You don’t even know him, Lucy.”

That’s the problem, Lucy thinks, but she doesn’t say it out loud. Instead, she looks at Summer, her voice low and serious. “Just… be careful around him, okay? Quinn’s not who he seems.”

Summer laughs, rolling her eyes. “Sure, Mom,” she teases, but Lucy can see a flicker of unease in her sister’s eyes.

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That Evening

Lucy spends hours pacing her room, unable to shake the tension twisting in her gut. Every minute that Freya is with Quinn feels like a ticking time bomb. Desperate for some sense of control, Lucy picks up her phone, dialing Freya’s number.

The call goes to voicemail. She tries again. Voicemail.

Panic seizes her as she remembers the day she found out about the murders, the endless hours she spent calling, praying her sisters would pick up. But tonight, there’s still a chance. She can still change things.

Just as she’s about to bolt out the door, her phone buzzes with a text message.

Unknown Number: Meet me at the old pier. Alone. It’s about Freya.

Lucy’s heart skips. The message could be a trap — a setup from Quinn. But it might also be the help she’s been desperately hoping for. She can’t ignore it.

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At the Pier

The old pier is deserted, the wind chilling as it whips through Lucy’s hair. She glances around, her heart pounding. For a moment, she wonders if she’s made a mistake coming here alone.

And then, a figure steps out of the shadows. To her surprise, it’s a familiar face: Ava, one of Freya’s friends from school, someone Lucy barely remembers from her past.

“Ava?” Lucy whispers, confused.

Ava looks around nervously before speaking, her voice low. “You’re Lucy, right? Freya’s… friend?”

Lucy nods, sensing Ava’s unease.

“Look, I don’t know who you really are, but there’s something you need to know.” Ava’s gaze shifts to the shadows around them, as if afraid Quinn could appear at any moment. “Quinn isn’t who he pretends to be. He’s dangerous, and Freya — she doesn’t see it.”

Lucy’s stomach twists. “I know. I’ve been trying to tell her, but she… she won’t listen.”

Ava steps closer, her face pale. “Quinn has a past. A couple of years ago, he got into some trouble in another town. I heard rumors, dark ones, about what he did to his last girlfriend. But he moved here, and no one talks about it because his family… they have connections.”

Lucy clenches her fists, anger building. Quinn’s behavior isn’t just an isolated obsession with Freya — it’s part of a pattern.

Ava’s voice drops even lower, her words chilling. “I tried to warn Freya once. But she thought I was jealous, that I just didn’t understand. He’s… he’s manipulative like that. Good at making people feel like they’re the ones in the wrong.”

Lucy feels a spark of hope. “If we work together, maybe she’ll believe us. Maybe if she hears it from both of us—”

Ava shakes her head, fear flashing in her eyes. “No, you don’t understand. He’s watching her all the time, Lucy. Watching all of us. Last time I tried to talk to her, he found out, and… he made it clear I shouldn’t cross him again.”

Lucy swallows, trying to calm her racing heart. “Then why did you come here tonight?”

Ava’s face is haunted, her voice barely a whisper. “Because I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to Freya. I know you’re a stranger to her, but… but you care, don’t you?”

Lucy nods, her voice steady. “More than you know.”

Ava hands her a small, folded piece of paper. “Here. I found this in Quinn’s locker. I don’t know what it means, but maybe it can help.”

Lucy takes the paper, her pulse racing. As Ava turns to leave, she calls out to her. “Thank you, Ava. I won’t let anything happen to Freya. I swear.”

Ava hesitates, a sad smile on her face. “I hope you can keep that promise.”

And with that, she disappears into the night, leaving Lucy alone with the paper.

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Back Home

Lucy unfolds the paper under her bedroom light, her eyes scanning the hastily scribbled note. It’s a list of dates — dates that seem too familiar. As she reads, her blood runs cold. They’re the dates of every significant event in her sisters’ lives, including one date circled in red. The date of the murders.

Quinn has been planning this for a long time, she realizes, a shiver running down her spine. He didn’t just fall in love with Freya; he’s been stalking her, studying her life, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

But now Lucy has something powerful: evidence of his obsession and a witness willing to help her.

She knows she’s running out of time. Her heart pounds with a mix of terror and determination as she finally accepts the truth. Quinn has targeted her family with a purpose, a darkness she may never fully understand. But she doesn’t need to understand. She only needs to stop him.

A/N:;Hi I'm trying to keep writing but I don't feel like it..... I had the idea not to write exactly like in the film but to make some of my own ideas

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