A/N: this is my formal apology for the last chapter 💀

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A full 2 weeks had passed with no sign of Danny. I watched the news hopelessly, constantly. Praying that i would see his name and face. Just any sign to tell me he was alive.

Nothing.

I hoped he had gotten away, and was just laying low for the time being. That was my only logical answer, even if it was just to keep me sane, and the only thing holding me back to not throw myself out the nearest door to go looking for him. I paced frantically around my now barren living room, gently running a hand across my belly where he had last put his. Even after all this time i could still recall the weight and warmth of his hand on me. I have to think about what was best for our baby, and for me, right now.

Should i just go to Salem to wait for him? Was that even a good idea?

Was he already there, and waiting for me? He wouldn't have been able to get there already, would he? How would he have gotten there if i have his car?

Was he hiding here, somewhere in town? Did he even have anywhere to hide?

If i left would he be able to find me? No, of course he would. He's Ghostface. And he loves me. He'd search to the ends of the earth for me. I know he would.

I flopped down miserably on my sofa, my legs finally wearing out. As soon as i touched the soft surface i began to break down uncontrollably. My very life went from the verge of isolation, to some kind of twisted fairy tale where my prince charming was the villain, to the entire world crumbling around me, and i couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.

All i could do was cry into my hands.

I miss Danny so much.

I felt a pang in my stomach the signaled my hunger. I hadn't eaten in a while. I sighed at myself. I could hear him scold me, and berate me how that isn't healthy for the baby. I stood up and crossed the empty house to the kitchen, and opened the pantry door. Not much food was left, since most of it had been eaten or packed away. But there was bread and several spreadables, including peanut butter. My lip quivered angrily as i took the foodstuffs from the pantry and set them on the counter. I looked to the line of boxes labeled "kitchen" and i opened one, retrieving the toaster.

I went to fixing myself some toast, but the waiting was the worst part. It left too much room to think. And this gesture felt empty, trying to encourage myself to eat with a food that brought a happy memory. A memory about Danny.

I popped a piece of bread into the slot and pressed the buttom to lower the small cage, starting the toasting process.

"Danny...what am i gonna do without you?" I sighed, burying my face in my palms. I blinked against my skin and saw the thin shiny lines of scar tissue, where he'd cut into my palm the evening we met.

He wasn't just a dream, at least. I didn't make up the 2 months we spent together. He was out there, somewhere. I just know he is. He's gotta come back.

He has to.

"Breaking News tonight..." the newsletterman on my tv said. I turned my attention to the screen, my hands falling with a soft thunk onto the kitchen counter.

"Wanted Serial killer Ghostface confirmed to have struck again. His most recent murder is connected to the death of a 27-year old man named Joseph Mikov. The investigation into this recent murder is ongoing, and more information will be available after further investigation, but authories have confirmed that not only was it Ghostface that precformed these murders, but there was likely a second person involved in this murder." I felt my heart jump.

"The identity of this person is unknown."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I have to leave town. I can't wait for him anymore. I want to, but what if the police close in on me? I'm connected to 2 of Ghostface's victims, after all. Even if the police don't know that.

What should i do...

I looked to my office door and clenched my teeth, i hadn't started packing that room yet. I was too afraid of the movers finding it when they did come. I'll move those boxes myself.

I chewed the inside of my cheek and went to the door, practically vibrating with emotion. The door creaked open quietly with a high-pitched sound, and i went to the desk. My duffel bag sat on top of it. I need to go ahead and hide that in my car somewhere. I walked over and zipped open the bag.

Danny's camera sat perched delicately over my messily rolled roll of plastic wrap, serving as a small cushion for the precious thing. I picked it out of my bag gingerly, and turned it on.

Joseph's lifeless and bloody corpse stared back at me through the screen, and it almost made me want to throw it, but i could never do that to Danny's precious camera. This was one of the few things i had left from him. I scrolled through to the next picture and Danny's mask captivated my attention. Even from behind the mask, i just knew he was smiling that adorable, goofy smile i loved so much.

"Oh, Danny..." i sighed, thumbing the camera wheel lightly, as if potentially messing with his stuff might bring him back. I felt my heart squeeze, threatening to break all over again. I couldn't help but touch his face in the screen, and i clutched the small camera to my heart. There's no way this is getting packed away in some box.

A sudden knock on my front door made me jump out of my skin.

"Shit." I hissed to myself, and took one more look at the photo.

"Wish me luck on keeping it together, babe." I sighed, and planted the camera on my desk as i turned to go answer the door. The silhouette of a shadow stood menacingly outside the fogged glass window of my door.

"Coming!" I called, trying to sound somewhat normal as i wrapped my fingers around the handle and opened the door.

"Y/n, we need to have a chat." A voice said before i could even register who was at my door. I looked up at the imposing figure to be greeted by my father's face.

Oh no.

"Um, suuure, come on in." I tried to sound nonchalant, but his presence here really threw me off. He nodded and came inside, pushing past me. I took a moment to scan the outside to see if he was alone.

He was.

I shut the door and turned around, i didn't like leaving myself vulnerable. I have no weapon on hand, and Danny isn't here to help keep him in check. He sighed heavily, like the weight of the world was being released into that breath.

"Y/n. Did you kill Joseph?" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "You can be honest with me. I know how you are, and i was just hoping you would never go through with something like that."

I clenched my jaw. Could i be, though?

"Sorry to disappoint you, dad. But like father, like daughter, right?" I breezed past him and quickly rushed to shut my office door. He narrowed his gaze at the door and tightened his look.

"Y/n..." he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he scanned the room, and noted how everything was packed. My hand shook around the knob of my office door.

"What, DAD? Are you gonna sit there and call me a monster or something?" I looked up at him over my shoulder. I didn't want to turn around. He looked pale, but expressionless. If anything, nervous.

"Where's that man of yours?" He grumbled, shifting his weight and looking around.

"Why? You scared of him or something?" I let go of the knob finally and turned to go sit on my couch.

"I just have a bad feeling about that kid. I don't want you to get mixed up in something." He took a perch on the back of my couch, sitting on the backrest lightly on one leg.

"Dad, trust me, you have no idea what I've already gotten mixed up in with him." I let my hand rest on my stomach, a pitiful attempt to comfort myself.

"Has he hurt you?"

"No, no. Not really. I mean, it wasn't like he could help it. Now i have no idea where he is...we were supposed to be moving and now.." i sighed and tried to hold back tears, this pregnancy was making me too moody.

"Alright, I'm not stupid, I've been on this earth long enough to notice these things so I'm just going to come out and say it," my father crossed his arms, and tilted his head back to the ceiling.

"Is he that Ghostface killer?"

I swallowed, hard. How did he connect those dots?

"I knew from the moment i saw him he wasn't exactly a saint. When he and i got into that little spat, he unintentionally let the mask slip." He looked at me and raised an eyebrow at my hands.

"...and what if he is? You gonna turn him in?" I snapped my attention to him.

"No. I have no reason to, really. Besides, no one knows where he is, right? You'd think he would have let you know he was at least safe by now." He tucked his hands into his pockets, and stood from the couch.

He crossed the living room to circle around the other side of the couch to sit next to me.

Ew.

But he had a point. Danny would have let me know if something had gone wrong by now, or if he's safe. He's Ghostface. What could stop him from sneaking to my house or something?

I sniffled unintentionally and my lip quivered. Fuck my stupid Dad. He knew where to make it hurt, even if he didn't know it.

"Y/n. You need to forget about him and move on. Unpack your stuff and stay in town, no need to do anything drastic yet." He tried to clamp a hand down on my shoulder, but i brushed him off.

"No. I can't stay now even if i wanted to, which i really don't anyway." I stood up from the couch with some difficulty and crossed the room.

"Because of Joseph?" He grumbled.

"Because of Joseph." I sighed, and went into my office to retrieve Danny's camera. I scrolled onto the picture of Danny's face in the Ghostface mask made my chest throb.

"So where are you even going?"

"That's none of your concern."

"It is because you're my kid. I need to know for the sake of your safety." I gripped the camera tightly, and i could almost hear Danny's gentle words of encouragement. I turned around to look at my father, his dark and rough browling creased as i looked up at him.

"That's literally bullshit. If you know where I'm going then chances are you'd hold it over my head. You already have more information about what's going on that I'd like for you to know, but If i don't get it off my chest I'm just going to go insane."

"You say that as if you already aren't."

I almost ripped open my canvas bag and showed him how insane i really could be.

"Dad...all due respect, get the hell out of my house." He looked taken aback for a moment, but he crossed his arms and chewed his lip thoughtfully.

"What for?"

"Because i said so, and because i need to finish packing."

"Just tell me one thing, what's your fixation on that dark-haired rat about?" He leaned on the doorframe, blocking my way out. My heart rate climbed slightly with worry for my unborn baby.

"Hes.." i hesitated, swallowing. He narrowed his glare to me.

"Well? Spit it out."

I sighed, and flashes of every little look, kiss, touch and smile flicked through behind my eyes, and i felt whatever emotional knife that had plunged itself into my heart twist. All the intimate and quiet moments.

"He's my soulmate." I said simply, lightly fidgetting with the camera. My father eyed it suspiciously, and shook his head.

"Ain't no such thing." He retorted, sneering.

"But it is. At least for me. He's everything to me." I gripped the camera a little tighter before forcing myself to put it in my bag.

"What makes you say that? Because he's nice to you? Dont make me laugh." He scoffed, and rolled his eyes at me. I felt the muscle in my eye twitch and i gritted my teeth.

"I thought i told you to leave." I snarled, hesitating to reach for the long silver knife that Danny used, still caked in Joseph's blood.

"I thought i told you to tell me where you were going." He stepped closer and set himself on the edge of my desk, alarmingly close to my canvas bag.

"I'm just moving across town, kay?" I threw the bag zipper up, shutting it from sight and yanking it over my shoulder. He grabbed the bag before i could strap it on, and it sent my anxiety sky rocketing.

"What's in the bag, y/n?" He snarled, gripping it till i heard a seam pop.

"Mine and his work stuff, now get off!" I grabbed his wrist and twisted, he released the bag but grabbed my arm in response, yanking my entire body forward till my hips collided with the desk, and i gasped in pain.

"Work, huh?" He snarled, and grabbed my shirt in his fist.

"You are not some big shot just cuz you were sucking the dick of some serial killer. He's gone. And there's nothing you can do about it." He slapped my face, hard. I whinced as the crack radiated through my ears. He yanked my face to be mere inches from his.

"You can't even begin to comprehend what Danny and I's relationship was like! I know he's still out there, and once he finds out what you've just done, you're dead." I giggled in his face, his eyebrow twitched.

"So that's his real name. I knew that Ripley line was bullshit." He snapped at me, and i scoffed.

"Fuck you." I spat in his face and punched my hand into his throat, fingertips first. He choked and gagged as he released his grip, and i took off out the door of my office, and unzipped my bag, I've had enough.

I withdrew my clean knife from the bag as my father stormed out. I swung the knife at him with a quick whiff through the air.

"Woah!" He said in surprise, i guess he wasn't counting on me fighting back. I lunged forward and tried to slice into his guts, but he evaded me.

"Okay, Y/n! You've made your point, I'll leave!" He cried, jumping back and putting his hands up in surrender. I growled at him angrily,

"It's too late for that!" I dropped the bag and stepped towards him, he backed himself into my couch back before stumbling over it and falling with a sharp yelp. I lunged over the edge and pinned his throat into the ground, his feet kicked wilding into the air.

"Like father, like daughter, isn't that what you've always said, Dad?!" I yelled in his face, raising the knife in the air. He screamed for me to stop as i plunged the knife deep into his side, he lifted his head to look at me and grabbed my throat, squeezing till air cut off and i felt something crunch in my windpipe. I took to plunging the knife into his chest, piercing hopefully a lung. He gasped and cried out, grabbing at my hair and throat, attempting to hit me but the pain wouldn't allow his body to cooperate. I took the opportunity to stab his chest again, and again. And again. I slowly began seeing stars as his vice-like grip loosened, and he went limp.

Shit.