Jenna Ortega Imagines ✔️

Disappearance

(A/N: Amber is not Ghostface in this)

2nd Person POV:

"Y/N! Just go away!" Tara yelled at you as you rushed after her, trying to keep up with her fast pace. "God, you can't keep putting yourself at risk!"

Tara was pissed. Livid, you could say. Ghostface decided to make a surprise return on you guys and you almost costed your life trying to protect Tara. No matter how mad at you she was, you don't regret your actions.

"Tara-" You tried taking but she cut you off.

"No, just go away!" She yelled and slammed the door in your face. You sighed, burying your face in your hands before an idea came to mind.

You were going to disappear.

-

Disappearing was a terrible idea. You received millions of texts and calls from your friends, and Tara. But you knew, you couldn't answer them, so you ignored them. Turning your phone on Do Not Disturb, you pulled the hood of your jacket over your head, hiding your face and walking into a store.

Meanwhile, Tara was pacing back and forth in her house, her eyes were bloodshot with dark bags under them. You 'disappeared' a week ago and she hadn't slept since. Her friends were worried.

"Tara, let's just take a breather, okay? I'm sure we'll find her." Amber tried to say gently and carefully, but deep down she was worried as shit for you. You were her sister and you meant a lot to her.

"No! What if it was Ghostface?" Tara panicked, her breathing becoming irregular. Sam rested a hand on her shoulder, bringing Tara a little bit of relief.

"Let's check the cameras, okay? Maybe they picked up something outside the house." Everyone nodded to Sam's suggestion and she pulled up the footage.

Tara watched with concerned eyes as you sighed, staring at the door she slammed in your face. You buried your face in your hands before she saw you grab your backpack, shoving your jacket on and throwing your phone in your bag before leaving. And that's where the footage ended.

Her friends turned to her with furrowed eyebrows. "I got mad at her." Tara whispered, standing up as she stared at the floor, her voice breaking slightly. "I drove her away."

"Hey, hey, hey." Amber said, grabbing Tara's hands, making her look up at her. "It's not your fault. If it wasn't Ghostface, then we have to go searching into town at her favorite spots to find Y/N. Got it?" Everyone nodded and the journey began to search for you.

-

You tossed your empty water bottle in the trash, leaning up against the metal structure of the playground. It was the same park you and Tara went to for your first date, the first park where you met Chad and Mindy, and the first park where you and Amber had your most fun memories at.

You felt tears prick your eyes, remembering everything that happened with you and Tara, and you figured everything was over between you two.

Suddenly, you were blinded by some asshole's care lights, they stopped in the parking lot, keeping their brights on you.

"What the fuck?" You muttered and noticed a few people rush out of the car, and one of them came into your sight line. Tara. Your Tara.

She tackled you into a hug that had you thrown back into the wall, her arms wrapped tightly around your waist as your's were around her neck. When she pulled away, she punched your arm so hard you winced, feeling a bruise forming there.

"Where the fuck have you been?!" She screamed and her friends watched with wide eyes as you just stared up at her tears forming in both your eyes.

"I left." You mumbled quietly, looking down at your fingers. "Like you wanted..."

Tara's eyes widened at the piece of information, before she cupped your chin, making you look up at her. When you made eye contact, you couldn't help but let the tears fall and she was quick to wipe them away.

"Oh baby." She cooed and you melted into her touch when she pulled you into another hug, one that was less rushed and more softer, filled with love. "I am so so sorry." Tara said when you pulled away.

You shook your head. "It's not your fault..." You sniffled.

"No, it is. I shouldn't have yelled at you and said all that, I didn't mean it." Tara said softly, cupping your face as she laid a gently kiss on your forehead, making you close your eyes for a moment and enjoy her touch again. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She repeated with a long kiss in between on your cheek or forehead.

You smiled slightly, wiping your tears away with the sleeve of your hoodie. "It's okay." You whispered and hesitantly leaned up to kiss her lips softly. Tara immediately kissed back, holding your waist, her grip tightening around you as she was afraid she'd lose you again.

"I'm so fucking sorry, baby." Tara apologized once more and this time you smiled genuinely, pecking her lips again.

"It's okay. I forgive you." The two of your shared one last kiss before Tara, reluctantly, let her grip on you go, allowing Amber to rush up to you. You hugged your older sister back so tightly, you might've squeezed the life out of her.

-

"I'm glad you're back home." Tara whispered in your ear on the way back home, your head on her shoulder, trying to get some much needed sleep.

"Me too." You yawned and Tara stroked your hair, kissing your head. "I love you..."

"I love you, my girl." She whispered when you were sound asleep, holding your hand tightly, never letting you go again.