Revenge

Nine

Stu had sat down in the chair and pulled me into his lap. I wasn't paying attention to a damn thing that was going on. There were two girls sitting on the floor in front of me and Stu, Randy and a couple others sat on the couch and then two guys stood behind the couch. They would jump and comment on what was going on in the movie but I wasn't listening. I was too focused on the way Stu said he was sorry. He said it like he was apologizing for something that hasn't happened yet. "I wanna see Jamie Lee's breasts. When will we see Jamie Lee's breasts?" I was brought out of my own thoughts when Stu started talking about tits. "Breasts? Not until "Trading Places" in '83. Jamie was always the virgin in horror movies. She never showed her tits until she went legits," I said. Stu looked down at me and Randy looked over at me and smiled. "How do you know that?" Stu asked. "Randy's my best friend, babe," I told him.

"Could of afforded a decent pair," one of the girls in front of us said. I grimaced at that. Randy's head whipped to look at her, "Wh-what did you say? That's why she always outsmarted the killer in the big chase scene at the end. Only virgins can do that, don't you know the rules?" He asked. "What rules?" Stu asked. I groaned loudly, "Oh, come on! Really, babe?" I asked. Randy paused the movie and stood up, "Jesus Christ, You don't know the rules?!" He asked. "Have an aneurysm, why don't you!" Stu laughed.

Randy had three main rules of horror movies. He even had rules for sequels and trilogies. He walked over to stand in front of the tv and started on his rant. "There are certain rules you must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance, number one, You can never have sex. Big no-no Big no-no," he said. "I'd be a dead man," Stu said, squeezing me tighter and then kissing my neck.

Randy rolled his eyes, "Sex equals death okay? Number two, You can never drink or do drugs. No E sin factor. This is sin. It's an extension of number one. Number three, never never ever under any circumstances do you ever say I'll be right back cause you won't be back."

Stu lifted me slightly and slid out from under me and over the back of the chair. "I'm getting another beer, you want one?" He asked Randy. "Yeah sure," Randy said. Stu held his arms straight out and slowly backed out of the room into the kitchen, "I'll be right back!" He said and disappeared. A chorus of  "Ooooo!!" Went around the room. Randy  pointed at him "You push the laws and you end up dead. I'll see you in the
kitchen with a knife," he said.

When Stu came back in, Randy had already sat back down and started the movie again. Stu lifted me and sat back on the chair and set me on his lap. Almost halfway through the movie more people got up to leave. Only three of the guys were left besides me, Stu, and Randy. Stu had gotten up to see them out when I noticed one of the girls going to hug him. I was quick to jump up and ran over to them and placed myself between them so she ended up hugging me instead. I smiled at her, "have a great night. Don't die," I said in a cheery voice. She glared and then left. "See jealous," Stu whispered before walking off.. "I'm not jealous!" I yelled after him as he walked towards the kitchen.

Instead of following him I go back into the living room and sit down. I was totally jealous and didn't want other girls touching my boyfriends. A tit shot came on the screen, Randy and the other boys were getting excited about it. "Pigs," I mumbled. The phone rang and Randy crawled over to it. He was drunk. "Hello? Yeah? Holy Shit! No." Randy hangs up and then stood up to look at us all, "Listen up! They found Principal Himbry dead. He was gutted and hung on the goal post in the football field," he said. I gasped and sat up straight. Where the fuck is Stu? I just realized he wasn't in the room. The boys that were left rushed out to their cars to go see the scene. Randy plopped back on the couch, leaning to the side, beer in hand as he watched the movie. He didn't even notice when I got up and left.

I walked around the house looking for Stu but didn't find him downstairs. "He wouldn't go upstairs would he?" I asked myself. I walked down the hall and up the stairs, "Stu!" I called out. Then I heard a scream. "Sidney!" I yelled and ran up the stairs two at a time. We both screamed when we ran into each other. "Sid. What the hell?" I asked. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me along with her, "he killed Billy!" She cried. I was taken back by that and forced her to stop. "Who? Who killed Billy?" I asked. Her eyes widened and I turned around to see the killer in that stupid costum coming at us. "Fuck!" I yelled. We ran into Stu's room and I slammed the door on the killer's face causing him to tumble over.

"The attic!" I yelled, pointing at the attic door. Sidney swung the door open and ran up the few steps with me close behind her. I closed the door just as the killer got up and jumped over Stu's bed. I grabbed Stu's surfboard and jammed it in the way so he couldn't get in. When I ran up the steps I stopped and looked around. "What the fuck?" I whispered. There were dolls hanging by their necks, limbs missing. Some were hanging by arms or legs with no heads. Paint was on them to make it look like blood. "My boyfriends a fucking psychopath isn't he?" I questioned myself. I had a strong gut feeling it was him behind that costum. Why else would these be here? It sure the fuck wasn't his sister who did this. "Where's Dewey?" Sidney questioned.

"Dewey?" I asked, rushing over to her. The killer was pounding on the door, trying to get it open and I had no doubt that he would. "He's supposed to be watching us tonight," she said. "Probably went off with fucking Gale," I told her. She was trying to open the window. "Not that one." I ran over to another one and pushed it up. "What?" I asked. She was about to say something when the door broke open. "Go!" I yelled and pushed her to go onto the roof. After she climbed out I started to but then a hand wrapped around my leg. "Fuck you!" I yelled and kicked him in the chest. With the force I ended up knocking me and Sidney off the roof and onto the covered boat. "Fuck," I grunted.

We rolled off and onto the ground. When we stood up we screamed at the site in front of us. Tatum was hanging from the garage door stuck in the fucking cat door.

A/N: R.I.P Tatum