THE MUSIC BLARED and the multicolored lights lit up the inside of the venue. People who were still enjoying their food sat at the table while others were spending their time on the dance floor.

Y/N was part of the group that was sitting down. He had his prom attire on but was alone at the table on his phone. He scrolled through Instagram seeing photos being posted by high school seniors who were currently at the venue with him.

He looked up from his phone and at the empty seats at his table. Y/N let out an exhale as he looked at each one. He could imagine one where Wes could've sat and another where Chad would've been. Liv as well.

He even thought of Anthony.

Y/N sat there in silence, staring ahead. Suddenly, someone called his name but he couldn't hear it because of the loud music. They touched his shoulder and finally got his attention.

"Y/N." Tara said.

He looked to his right and saw his girlfriend. The young man's expression changed from glumness to one of high spirits...mostly because of how beautiful she looked that night.

"Hey." He greeted back.

"I was looking for you."

"Sorry." He apologized. "Just decided to...take a breather."

Tara's gaze softened. "Are you okay?"

He nodded and feigned a smile. "I am now that you're here." Y/N looked her up and down. "God, you look spectacular."

She chuckled and blushed a bit, having the same reaction as the several other times that night he had complimented her.

"I know." She replied smugly. "Come on, let's dance."

Y/N was taken aback by the request as he wasn't much of a dancer. He didn't really think he'd do so tonight.

"Tara." He chuckled. "I—I don't—"

"Come on." She egged him on and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of his seat.

Y/N let himself be taken to the dance floor. Still, he was trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to convince her not to make him dance.

"I'm horrible."

"Nobody cares. Besides, it's not a slow dance. At least not yet."

"Great." He replied sarcastically.

They made it to the dance floor where they joined Mindy with her date. Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado and Timbaland was playing and the two had been dancing to it.

"Look who came out of hiding!" Mindy joked.

Y/N chuckled. "Fuck you."

Tara started dancing with them and kept urging the stationary nineteen-year-old to start moving.

"Come on!" She laughed.

Y/N stood still as he looked around at the people who were currently dancing. Despite being a star football player and being somewhat popular, he was a pretty shy individual. At least shyer than how the outgoing Anthony once was.

After looking back at the smiling Tara, he ultimately decided to start dancing. His moves weren't great at all, but it was something nonetheless.

Mindy and Tara let out a laugh after seeing their friend. The twin's date even let out a chuckle at the sight. The guffaw actually made Y/N more comfortable and he kept on dancing.

After the song, As It Was by Harry Styles came on and they sang along as they danced. The next track that came along got Y/N and almost the entire floor of students turnt up: Rich Flex by Drake and 21 Savage.

People jumped and many sang along loudly in unison. Of course, Y/N was a part of it. He was having a blast and seeing the young man being upbeat and silly in some ways brought a laugh out of Tara.

After the hip-hop track, Bad Habit by Steve Lacy came on. Mindy, her date, and Tara sang along to it but Y/N barely knew the lyrics...so he was the odd one out.

The music then stopped and DJ spoke into the microphone, getting everyone's attention.

"Seniors, it's time to crown your Woodsboro High Prom King and Queen."

"Oh, goody." Y/N said sarcastically.

Everyone gathered around the dance floor and stood around the MC and their colleagues. Mindy was a part of it and had the crowns and sashes.

As they spoke, Y/N tuned it out and looked at his phone. He scrolled through social media out of habit and saw more posts by his class.

Then, one post caught his eye.

Altieri Family Tree: The Possibility of Y/N's Involvement in Last Year's Requel Murders.

Along with the student journalist's caption was a link to Gale Weather's new book Requel: Terror Returns to Woodsboro. He heard about its release a month ago but was now finding out that he was mentioned in it.

As he kept staring at it, the muffled voices around him started becoming clearer. He began to hear his name being called but didn't react until Tara nudged his arm.

"Y/N!"

"Huh?" He looked up from his phone.

Everyone else was applauding and he was confused. Tara let out a laugh and grabbed his arm.

"You won!" She exclaimed.

It didn't hit him until he saw the MC in the middle applauding and Mindy coming over with the crown and sash. He was taken aback and stammered.

"Wha—What? But...how—?"

She put the crown on him and helped him with the sash. Her friend was still shocked and Mindy laughed.

"Congratulations."

Y/N ultimately smiled and chuckled. He stood in the middle with the MC as he began to announce who would be queen.

"Now which one of you beautiful ladies will be crowned Prom Queen."

They all cheered and applauded. Y/N still stood there awkwardly as ever and feigned a smile. The MC looked at a card he had.

"Alright, and it is my great pleasure to announce to you your 2023 Woodsboro High Prom Queen...Tara Carpenter!"

There was applause yet again at the announcement. Tara had the same reaction Y/N had before and was shocked at the news. Mindy came over with the items.

"Oh, my God!" She looked at her friend. "Mindy?"

The girl crowned and put the sash on her. Before taking her to the middle, Mindy looked up and eyed the ceiling which Tara took notice of.

"Sorry, just gotta make sure the people here aren't pulling a Carrie or someshit."

Tara laughed at her remark. She soon joined Y/N in the middle, who was also applauding. Seeing his girlfriend being crowned as well made him feel a lot more comfortable.

She hugged Y/N and people took pictures of them. The couple was still pretty confused about why they were voted to be King and Queen and questioned Mindy about it.

"Honestly, I think it was the fact you two are survivors. I guess they ate that up." She said. "And don't forget you two are really hot."

They both laughed. The MC finished applauding and spoke again.

"Give it up for your prom king and queen. Now...it's time for the first dance."

They moved out of the way and gave the couple their space. Y/N was pretty timid and kept looking around at the crowd until Tara grabbed his hand.

"Just focus on me." She said softly.

The young man smiled and looked down at her, ultimately putting his hand on her waist and bringing her close. The DJ played lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid and the couple began their slow dance.

Y/N followed the girl's lead as they moved along to the music. He had his gaze directly on Tara and he didn't notice the people around them anymore. Tara, on the other hand, glanced at them and saw a few looking at their phones.

They had been taking pictures and videos but a notification from their social media app got their attention. It was of the article about Gale's book and Y/N. Little by little, each person on the floor was seeing the same thing because of reposts.

Tara noticed them looking at their phones and then staring back at the dancing pair. Y/N noticed her gaze toward the crowd.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

After a beat, she ultimately shook her head and decided to keep dancing with her partner.

"It's nothing."

Prom night concluded and everyone was going home. Y/N and Tara had already bid farewell to Mindy and were on their way to the boy's car in the parking lot.

"Did you ever think you'd be Prom King?" Tara asked.

"Hell no." Y/N replied with a chuckle. "Always thought that went to the tough jock that everybody loved. At least that's what happens in the movies."

"You're not a tough jock?"

"Please, I'm way better. And you? You looked as shocked as I was."

"Never would've thought. Maybe getting stabbed seven times really did help."

Y/N scoffed and smirked. He grabbed her hand and held it up as they walked.

"Or like Mindy said...maybe we're just so hot." He said. "Hottest couple at Woodsboro."

"Sure." She replied, not really believing it but taking the compliment nonetheless.

They were close to their car when a someone suddenly called out. Y/N stopped and turned around, seeing a young man around his age walking toward them with a scowl. He didn't have prom attire on so he was likely not a student.

"Hey!"

Y/N arched a brow. "Can I help you?"

The man stepped up to Y/N and pointed at his face. "You're a killer, you know that?"

That stunned both Y/N and Tara. He glanced at her before looking back at the stranger.

"Dude...I don't want—"

"You and your entire fucking family!" He interjected. "Your older brother, Dylan, he killed my big sister over six years ago."

"I—I'm sorry—"

"Fuck your sorries. They mean nothing. Are you sorry for the people that died a year ago? Amber? Chad? Sheriff Hicks?"

The man then took out a book and slapped it against his chest before letting it fall. Y/N looked down at the floor and saw that it was a copy of Gale's new book.

"Whatever that says...it's inaccurate." Y/N said.

He scoffed. "Yeah. It isn't hard to believe that the brother of one of Woodsboro's most brutal killers could be behind what happened."

Y/N was then shoved by the young man. Before he could react, Tara shouted at the man.

"Get the hell out of here, now!"

The young man scoffed and put his attention to the Latina.

"Don't think I forgot about you. Sister of Billy Loomis's daughter. I'm sure you take after that crazy bitch too."

Tara didn't like the curse directed at Sam and glared. She tried shoving him too.

"I said get the fuck out of here!"

He grabbed her arm and held it tightly, scowling at the short young woman. Tara tried getting out of his grasp.

"Or what, bitch?" He seethed.

Suddenly, the man was grabbed by the collar by Y/N and kneed in the stomach. He let go of Tara and was met with a punch across the face where the man stumbled back.

He retaliated by charging at Y/N and trying to tackle him, but the former football star stood his ground and had his feet still planted firmly on the ground. Y/N punched him in the side before bringing his elbow down at his back.

Y/N threw the hurt and off-balanced stranger to the floor and proceeded to repeatedly kick him in the torso. He groaned on the floor from the hits. Y/N would've kept going if not for Tara stopping him.

He took a breath and looked down at the stranger. Y/N had a cold expression and stared, also speaking to him.

"You can berate me...put your hands on me, but her..." He pointed at Tara. "You don't touch her. If you do, I will fuck you up."

He leaned over the groaning man and continued.

"And I'll make sure you join your sister."

Security at the venue came over after hearing the commotion. They saw the couple standing over the defeated young man and questioned what had happened.

"Uh..." Y/N began. "I—I..."

"This man assaulted us." Tara spoke up. "He isn't even from Woodsboro High. He's not supposed to be here."

The two guards believed her and immediately picked the man up from the ground.

"Come on."

They started taking him away. The stranger shouted as they did and got the attention of others who were passing by.

"He's a monster! Did you not hear what he said? He's a killer! He'll kill again!"

They watched as he was escorted off the property. Y/N lightly panted as he looked down at his hands, which were trembling. He didn't know if it was out of adrenaline...shock...or rage.

The feeling of a hand on his arm took him out of his trance and he turned to Tara. She gestured toward the car.

"Let's go." She said.

Y/N nodded. He took one last look at the man being taken away before going with Tara.

They drove down the road and back into town. Their trip was mostly quiet throughout as Y/N was processing the encounter they had with the stranger back at the venue.

Y/N was going to drop off Tara before going home. They were about a couple of blocks away and he was about to turn into a street.

"Just keep going." She told him.

He glanced at her. "What?"

"Let's go to your place."

Y/N kept looking at her and a smirk grew on her face. She put her hand on his thigh.

"I'll let Sam know where I am and see her in the morning."

He immediately knew what she was insinuating and was fine with her request. Y/N nodded and cleared his throat.

"Uh—O—Okay. Yeah. That's fine."

Y/N didn't make the turn and went straight, now focused on getting to his house which was a few blocks away from hers.

When they finally made it the pair noticed nobody in the living room. Y/N figured his dad was already asleep which wasn't surprising since it was almost 2 AM.

Y/N lead Tara to his upstairs bedroom. For the year that they've been together, she had barely visited his house so seeing the decor and pictures was a pleasant sight. The couple would usually choose to hang out at Tara's most of the time because Y/N thought it was much nicer than his.

In the case of his room, she had never been in it. She was looking forward to seeing what her boyfriend had to wake up to every morning.

He allowed her inside and then shut the door. Tara looked around and smiled, seeing the posters, trophies, and devices he had.

"Homey." She remarked.

Y/N chuckled and went over to his bed where he sat down on the edge.

"It ain't much."

"It's cool."

"Not as nice as yours."

"My room is not that nice." She butted with a laugh.

He shrugged. "Mine is like a college dorm."

Tara glanced at a poster that he had of the San Francisco 49ers, which was pretty much their town's go-to sports team. She went toward his bed.

"Well, then at least your getting used to it before you go into an actual dorm."

Y/N snickered. Tara took a seat beside him and the two sat there in silence for a moment.

"I'm—I'm sorry about...what happened back there." The young man apologized.

She knew what he was talking about and didn't want him to apologize. There was nothing to be sorry about.

"You did what you had to do." Tara replied. "Besides, he was an asshole. Yelling at you. Grabbing me and stuff."

"That's what pissed me off." He admitted. "Like...these people, they can shout at me all they want. They can be angry. But you didn't do anything. They shouldn't come after you either."

That was something Y/N had been thinking about for so long. He was afraid that people who knew about his relation to killers like Mickey Altieri, Dylan L/N, and now even Anthony L/N...they'd not only treat him like shit but also the people close to him. People like Tara.

"Nothing they say matters. Or even hurt me." Tara reassured him. "It shouldn't bother you either...we've been through much worse."

"Right." He replied with a weak chuckle. "The guy that said words cut deeper than a knife surely hadn't been stabbed before."

They shared a quick laugh before Y/N looked down at his hands. He thought back at how he hit the man and his outburst of violence. He started trembling again.

"I—I'd like to say that...I didn't mean it. But..."

"What?" She asked.

There was a beat.

"When he was on the ground I pretty much said he'd die like his sister. You heard, right? I'd like to say I didn't mean it, but I was so mad that...that I actually wanted him to."

The young man let out a sigh. Tara could tell he wanted to say more and stayed quiet.

"I'm getting scared, Tara. Ever since what happened last year I've just been getting that feeling. Like if...what I did to Tony...changed me."

Tara understood what he was feeling. It was the same predicament her sister Sam would be in. But like how she would often tell her, she didn't want Y/N to think he was a bad person solely because of what they were going through mentally.

"What you had to do won't change you for the worse. Like you said, you did it to make sure he wouldn't hurt any more people. And you saved me."

Y/N turned to her. Tara held his hand and continued.

"I think back to when I shot Amber. I tell myself at times that is what I had to do. And the crazy bitch deserved it. She killed Dewey and tried killing me."

The young man nodded. Her reassurance gave him some comfort. Anthony happily maimed and terrorized Tara, killed two of his best friends, killed Dylan, and then tried killing him and his dad.

He did deserve it. Like he told his therapist earlier that month...he would've emptied another clip in him if given the chance.

Y/N looked at their entwined hands and smiled.

"You always give me that soft talk when I'm feeling down and shit. Even when you've gone through just as much if not more than I have. I—I appreciate it. A lot."

Tara smiled back and touched the side of his face with her other hand. Y/N continued.

"I really don't deserve you."

That remark made her heart swell. She kept smiling and caressed his cheek.

"I should be saying the same thing to you."

Y/N let out a soft chuckle before leaning in and capturing her lips. Tara reciprocated the act and the two parted after a few smooches.

They stared at each other for a moment before engaging in another passionate kiss. The embrace became more feverish to the point where they needed to catch their breaths.

Tara ended up getting off the bed and standing in front of the still-sitting Y/N. She went for one of the shoulder straps of her dress as he watched but the girl suddenly stopped.

"Start taking it off." She told him.

"Huh?" He questioned.

She gave him a stern look. Thinking back at other times they've fooled around, that was her look whenever she meant business.

"Take off your suit." She emphasized.

Y/N quickly nodded and started to unbutton his shirt. Tara liked trying to have a dominant side at times which he was more than okay with.

By the time he removed his top, Tara had pulled down her entire dress and stepped out of it. She was just in her panties and had no bra. She stepped up to him as Y/N was taking off his slacks.

Tara straddled and then kissed him. They parted for a moment where Y/N looked her up and down. He noticed the scars on her from her stab wounds...wounds his twin, Anthony, had given her. He even felt a couple of them when rubbing her back.

He ran a finger along the one on her stomach. He let out a soft exhale and Tara grabbed his hand. She knew what he was feeling and thinking.

Tara moved his chin up and kissed him again. All the guilt and feeling of sadness seemed to dissipate at that moment for him.

Y/N kept kissing her before standing up with her, the girl wrapping her legs around his waist to hold on. He made his way toward the door.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"Gotta make sure the door is locked." He quickly said.

He locked the door. She let out a breathy chuckle and recaptured his lips, muffling his own. Y/N had Tara against the wall by the door and moved his kisses to her neck. The girl let out a moan from the feeling.

After a minute of the barrage of kisses to her collar, Tara spoke softly and stopped him.

"Put me down. Put me down."

Y/N listened and let go of Tara. She then went on her knees, roaming her hands down his abdomen before reaching his underwear. She eyed the bulge before staring back up at him.

Tara pulled down his underwear and Y/N stepped out of it. She grabbed his freed erection with her small hands, stroking it as it got harder in her palm.

"It's like you get bigger every time." She remarked sultrily.

Before he can say something back, she immediately put his dick in her mouth. Y/N let out a groan but didn't shut his eyes this time, knowing she liked when he kept his gaze on her.

Tara continued the blowjob. Y/N then grabbed the hands she had around his shaft and held them up, pinning them against the wall behind her. With her also against it, he proceeded to thrust into her mouth.

"Shit..." He groaned.

She felt so amazing. He could never get tired of fucking her face. They only went so far as oral sex but that would soon change.

He hit the back of her throat and kept it there for a moment before Tara slapped the side of his thigh, letting him know she needed air. Y/N removed his dick from her mouth and she coughed, albeit still smiling. He then picked her up and took her back to his bed.

Y/N plopped her on the bed and she let out a delighted yelp. He leaned over and kissed her feverishly before parting and going down to her thighs. She knew what he planned to do.

Her boyfriend took off her panties and tossed them aside before gliding his thumb over her folds. He rubbed along her clit and her breath hitched.

"Fuck!"

Y/N played with the bud before inserting two fingers into her vagina. It was yet another extraordinary feeling that garnered a moan from Tara. He kept pumping in and out.

She kept moaning. Y/N loved hearing the sounds coming out of her. As he fingered her, Y/N went in and put his mouth on her cunt.

Her breath shuddered. "Oh, my God!"

He suckled and licked all over her folds and clit. Tara reached and held the back of his head, keeping him in place as he orally assaulted her vagina.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby." She moaned. "Oh, my God. Fuck!"

Y/N kept going. He felt her tightening against his fingers and knew she was close. After a few more pumps, she orgasmed and released all over his mouth and hands.

Tara leaned her head back and let out an exhale. Y/N sat up and looked at her, seeing that she had her arm over her eyes and hiding her face. She softly laughed and Y/N chuckled as well.

She would often be embarrassed whenever she orgasmed in front of him. He found it pretty cute and it brought a smile out of him. He grabbed her arm and moved it away before planting a kiss on her lips.

"Let me see that pretty face." He said softly.

Tara smiled. Y/N kissed her again before grabbing his erection and guiding it to her vagina. He rubbed it along the folds and she let out a murmur.

They were both excited as it would be the first time they had penetrative sex and in turn, take each other's virginity. Y/N was about to carefully insert himself into her but stopped.

"Shit..." He mumbled. "I need to get a condom."

Y/N was about to get off the bed but Tara grabbed his arm and kept him there.

"I'm on the pill. Don't worry." She reassured him.

"You are?"

Tara nodded. She planned and was ready for tonight. She didn't want the rubber contraceptive to take away any more pleasure from their act of love.

"I want to feel all of you." She said.

The young man nodded and looked back down at his dick. He guided it into her canal slowly, first getting the head in. That alone made Tara react.

"Fuck..."

Y/N looked at her before deciding to go deeper, wanting to know if she was okay with it. She nodded and he did so. The young man groaned at the sensation of her vice-like embrace below.

"God, Tara. You're so damn tight. So perfect for me."

He reached a barrier that he couldn't get through. Y/N and Tara both knew what it was and what had to happen. Tara reassured him that she would be okay and he gave one quick thrust in.

Tara let out a quick whine but quickly got accustomed to the feeling. Y/N grunted, staying in place for a moment before continuing his thrusts.

He brought his gaze from his dick entering her cunt back to Tara. She was also watching how he was fucking her in the missionary position.

"Yes, Y/N. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me." She breathed out. "You're doing so good."

He kept thrusting into her, pulling out until it was just the tip before going back in. Tara kept moaning.

"Harder, baby. Fuck me harder. Use this tight pussy. Fuck..."

Y/N did as instructed. He went faster and harder, slamming into his girlfriend. The room was starting to fill with moans and the sounds of their skin slapping.

He leaned in and kissed her again before moving to her chest and putting open-mouthed kisses all over it. Y/N reached her left breast and sucked on her nipple. The feeling of his mouth along with his cock going into her put her on cloud nine.

Y/N shifted their positions and laid on the bed, having Tara on top of him. They were still joined together and he simply continued thrusting up into her.

Tara didn't even need to do much work as her lover was strong enough to hold her and bring her down onto his shaft himself. She didn't mind being handled that way...as if she was a doll. It excited her more as it went well with their height difference.

Tara groaned. "MyGodMyGodMyGod."

He kept pounding into her. Soon, Tara ended up coming again. Her walls tightened around his member and he was feeling his own release coming. Y/N let out a shuddered breath and didn't know where to unload.

"Fuck...Tara, I'm about to—"

Despite being on birth control, she had a better place for his cum to be in. Tara got off of Y/N and grabbed his dick, pumping it before bringing it to her mouth.

Feeling her mouth again was a godsend...and it surely made him orgasm then and there. She kept stroking as he came into her mouth.

"God! Fuck..." He groaned.

The girl took all of his fluid and ended up swallowing it. Y/N took a breath and looked at her. Tara smiled and laughed as he held his dick.

He breathily chuckled. "Wow."

Tara crawled up the bed and laid beside Y/N, the two catching their breaths. She placed her hand on his chest and drew shapes on it.

"That was amazing." She said.

"Yeah, not bad for the first time." He remarked. "So this was what all the guys were talking about."

The girl chuckled. Y/N took her hand that was on his chest and kissed the top of it, even running his thumb along the scar she had.

"I'm glad it was with you." He said.

Tara kissed him on the lips. She snuggled up against him and the two looked up at the ceiling.

"Same."

• • •

THE GRADUATES TOSSED their caps in the air and with that, they were now Woodsboro High School alumni. They hugged and cheered with their peers that stood beside them.

Y/N took photos with fellow seniors that he was acquainted with along with his former football teammates. He then met up with Mindy and her parents and he embraced her.

"Congratulations, Y/N." Her father, Joel, said.

"Thank you." He replied with a smile.

"I'm so proud of both of you." Martha said and took out her camera. "Picture time!"

Mindy and Y/N posed and allowed her mother to take a few photos. The married couple wanted to have memories of the event, even wanting to remember Y/N with their daughter. They had grown closer the several months and appreciated the fact the young man was always there for Mindy.

After snapping one with their diplomas out, Joel went up and handed him the one he had.

"Do you mind?" He asked.

Y/N looked at it and saw that it was Chad's diploma, which the school posthumously decided to give him and honor him with. The young man nodded and held it in his other hand.

They snapped a couple of more photos. Marco soon joined them and hugged his son.

"I'm happy for you." He told him amidst the embrace.

"I know."

As he hugged Marco, he looked ahead and saw a familiar face...one he hadn't seen in over a year now: his mother, Veronica.

He parted from the hug. "Mom?"

The lady looked at her son and feigned a smile. She held her purse with both hands in front of her.

"Hey, Y/N."

The young man didn't know what to do. He wasn't sure if a hug would be a good idea since they haven't seen each other in such a long time. There was also that lingering question in his head on what she thought about him and the whole situation with the murders last year.

"I—uh...thank you for showing up." He said.

Veronica simply nodded. Martha looked at the woman and smiled...although it was hard to tell if it was genuine.

"Great to see you again, Veronica." She said.

"Yeah."

There was an awkward silence...and it wasn't surprising. Both lost their sons last year, with one being killed by the other.

"Great job, Y/N." Veronica spoke again. "You made it far."

Y/N simply nodded. Marco was glad their interaction was somewhat good. Suddenly, another voice called out and got their attention.

"Sidney?" Marco questioned.

The woman came up to them and smiled. They were all shocked that she was back in Woodsboro. Veronica was also taken aback and stared at her.

"I know, shocker." Sidney remarked. "I just wanted to come by and see the kids graduate from my Alma Mater."

"That's very nice of you." Mindy said.

"Yeah, thanks." Y/N added.

Sidney went up and hugged Mindy first before embracing Y/N next. She rubbed his back, which the young man found comforting.

"Congratulations." She said. "You should be proud of your accomplishments. I sure am."

He nodded and smiled. "Thank you."

Veronica watched as they embraced, her stare now becoming a glare. Sidney parted and looked at the woman, but they didn't exchange any words.

Marco sensed the tension and immediately spoke up. "Uh...Y/N? Where's Tara? I want to take a pic with all three of you."

"She should be around here. Let me go look for her."

The young man walked away. Mindy decided to go do so as well.

"Yeah, I'll go too."

Martha and Joel watched their daughter leave before walking off as well. Marco, Sidney, and Veronica all stood there.

"So you decided to just show up for his graduation, huh?" Veronica asked Sidney, finally speaking up.

"Yes. After what he's been through, he needs—"

"You've never given a fuck until now."

Marco reacted. "Veronica—"

She ignored her ex-husband and continued to berate the Woodsboro native.

"Coming here with all that sweet talk and fake motherly love. Who the hell do you think you are?"

Sidney wasn't going to take any of it and decided to talk back.

"Who do you think you are? After what Dylan did you barely even treated those twins right and were set on leaving. And when you finally did you didn't give them a single thought. What kind of mother does that?"

Marco was stunned at their interaction. Veronica kept glaring at the woman and responded.

"One that shouldn't have had to put up with all this shit, especially yours."

Veronica stormed off. Sidney took a breath and glanced at Marco, who didn't have much to say but simply sorry.

Sidney nodded and Marco decided to walk away and looked for his son, leaving her standing there alone.

Marco and Y/N were at home with Veronica. They had a brief dinner before the woman had to go back to her hotel. They offered her a place to stay for the night but she insisted that she would stay somewhere else.

Before she bid farewell, Y/N convinced her to stay a bit longer by offering that they go over some family photos of theirs. Veronica accepted and he went to storage to get them.

The ex-spouses stood there in the dining room in silence. Marco glanced at Veronica and spoke.

"You really don't have to go. Stay the night. We have an extra—"

"I know. Two in fact. Thanks to them dying."

"The fuck, Veronica?" He cursed.

"What exactly happened, huh? How did Y/N and you get caught up in all of this? Tony?"

Marco sighed. "I wish I had a good explanation other than what the news gave out. They basically said what happened."

"What? That Tony and a couple of friends went crazy and killed everyone?"

Marco simply nodded. Veronica scoffed.

"So that crazy son of a bitch tried going after you and Y/N after killing Dylan in the hospital? He got him but couldn't get you two."

"Veronica—"

"Are you sure Y/N wasn't involved?"

Marco gasped. "Don't even fucking say that."

"I've heard about that Gale woman's book...what she said about him and Sam. People think—"

"They're wrong." He interjected.

"We were wrong about Tony." She said. "You were wrong."

Marco shook his head. "Veronica. Stop—"

"He killed my baby boy!" He exclaimed. "My own flesh and blood."

Marco tried quieting her down. "Lower your—"

"My son was sick while yours was pure evil just like your brother, Mickey! How long until the other turns out the same."

"Veronica!" Marco shouted.

They both quieted. At that moment, Y/N stepped out into the room. He had heard their exchange and was confused by all of it...as well as hurt by his mom's words.

"Wha—what?"

Veronica glanced at the young man before grabbing her bag and storming out. She left through the front door and left the house. Marco stood there, looking down and letting out a sigh.

"Dad?" Y/N asked, stepping toward him. "What was all that? Why is she...?"

Marco was hurt, not just because of what his ex-wife said to him...but of what his own son had to hear. He knew he was now questioning everything she said.

My baby boy.

My son.

Your son.

The other.

Those were words that rolled around in Y/N's head.

"Y/N..." Marco began.

Y/N just stood there by the island. The older man shook his head and looked up at the boy.

"I'm sorry you had to hear all that. I'm sorry—" He sighed. "There's something you need to know."

The nineteen-year-old stood there. He awaited his father's next words, still in a stunned state. Marco took a breath in but was starting to get hesitant.

"Just—Just tell me." Y/N said. "Just tell me, Dad."

There was a beat.

"Dylan...was your brother. Your half-brother. She and I had him in '99. A few years later, you and Tony came into our lives...but...not from her."

Y/N was confused. Marco continued.

"Veronica is not your mother. I—We had a break and I ended up...being with someone else. That someone had you but she wasn't ready for that responsibility. She was already going through a lot mentally and emotionally. Didn't....didn't think she could give you the life you deserved. She pretty much begged me to take you two."

"Wha...?"

"Veronica surprisingly was willing to have two more boys, even if they weren't hers. Actually brought us closer for a time. Then after what Dylan did...seeing her son get taken away for life made her feel like she had nobody now. Nobody that was part of her."

It made sense to Y/N. The sudden change in his mom's personality after Dylan was taken away, how she was willing to leave her twins behind. It was because they weren't hers and couldn't care less anymore after losing her only son.

Now today, her real son was dead and killed by the son that wasn't even hers. And the only surviving child, Y/N, wasn't even hers either. In her mind, the boy that was truly sick was gone from this world while one-half of pure evil was still alive.

He thought back at the years growing up. Veronica's love was never true love, but one of obligation. Or at least that is what it turned out to be until she decided to leave them.

Y/N was speechless. He leaned against the wall and stood there, looking to the side. After all that, only one question lingered in his mind.

"My—my real mom..." He stammered, then also thought of Anthony. "Our mom. Do you know? Do you remember who it was? Or is?"

Marco stood quiet for a moment. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down. Y/N awaited his next words and it took a moment until he finally spoke.

"It's Sidney."