( ONE DAY, WE'LL MEET AGAIN
AND WE'LL BE TOGETHER. )

☏☏☏☏☏☏☏☏

BEATRIX STARED AT THE HOSPITAL doors, waiting for her mother and Dewey to walk out. She was currently being treated by a medic, showing no sign of pain at all, the only thing on her mind being the wellness of her family.

She jumped off the back of the ambulance, her eyes glued on Dewey who was now, coming out of the hospital, hand on a stretcher next to him. Adrenaline took over her body and she took off, no worry about the pain she was going to feel after.

Before she could get to them, she was held back by cops, who were struggling to hold the girl back. Dewey noticing immediately stops them, pushing through and forcing them to let go of the girl. "Let her go. I got her."

"Where is she?!" Beatrix screams looking up at Dewey. Dewey doesn't respond. "I said where is she?!"

"Beatrix..." Dewey holds her in place, staring into her light eyes, sadness filled in his.

"Dewey, no." Beatrix tries to leave his grip, her eyes going to the stretcher being put into an ambulance behind him. Tears fall down her face. She shakes her head rapidly. "Don't-Don't tell me that's her. It can't be. Tell me she's okay! Tell me that she's fine! Tell me that she's alive and that Ghostface is dead! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"

"I can't." Dewey looks down. Beatrix punches against his chest, trying to fight his grip. She fights and fights, but it was no use. She was weak and now she knew the answer.

"She's gone." Her body stops fighting, she goes limp in his arms as she sobs. She gasps and puts a hand over her mouth. "Oh my—She's gone. My-My mothers gone! No..."

She drops to the floor, face in hands. Dewey bends down, bringing her into his embrace. She stays in his arms, sobbing, her mothers words replaying in her head.

"I love you, baby girl. If anything goes wrong, I want you to know that I love you with everything in me and I never meant for this to become your life. I'm sorry."

"Please, momma..." Beatrix says, her voice low, calling out to the one person she no longer had access too. The one person, she thought would be in her life forever. Her mother.

☏☏☏☏☏☏☏☏

There was no real goodbye. She couldn't see her mother as the life left her, as her life was taken from her. She was stuck with an absence in her heart. An absence that was so abrupt and sudden. Fear and distraught were the two loudest things she currently felt.

She's heard about grief, but she didn't hear about how it felt when all the emotions came falling onto you, leaving you stuck and alone. There is no beauty in grief. What is lost can not be restored. She lost her mother for good and she was never coming back.

Grief is such a heavy weight to endure and it was only a matter of time before Beatrix exploded. Her mother just left and she already missed her. Ghostface took her from her and she was going to get that justice for her mother...for her family. She was no longer sad, at least for right now. She wanted revenge and best believe she was going to obtain it. No matter the cost.

"Trixie." A soft voice called out to her, snapping her out of her head.

Her blank stare reverts from the floor ahead of her to the person in front of her. Her eyes meet with a soft pair of brown ones. "Chad."

"Hey, beautiful." Chad stares at her, not knowing what to do. "I came as soon as Sam told me. I didn't know if you needed space, but I thought I should—."

Chad was cut off when Beatrix threw herself at him. Chad instantly wraps his arms around her, holding her close, her head in his neck. Beatrix knew this was going to be the most at peace she feels for a couple of days.

She didn't want to be physically touched by anyone, not being able to stand the fact that, she was no longer going to be able to feel her mothers touch. It was different with Chad, she always craved his touch and at this moment in her life, she needed it now more than ever. His touch only.

"I need you here." Beatrix whispers in his ear, pulling away. Her red eyes looking into his.

Chad leans forward, placing his forehead onto hers. "You're gonna be okay, you hear me? I got you."

Beatrix stares into his eyes, searching for any type of lies, but there was none. Chad got her, he always did, but she couldn't let him nor Mindy be apart of this. Not when the end could be death. "This got personal for me. I don't want to get you or Mindy involved. My-My mother is dead...because of me. Their coming after me."

"I just said I got you." Chad says sternly. "I am not going anywhere. Don't push me or Mindy away. Especially me."

"You can be killed—."

"If it's by your side then—."

"No, Chad." Beatrix cuts him off. "You don't understand. You can't be apart of this, I can't let you get hurt or die because of me. I won't let it happen to any you! I won't live with that guilt. I have enough of it already! It started with Tara, my mom and then Wes! I won't let it happen to the one person I love more than myself!"

Chad stares at her in shock, due to the words that left her mouth. Before he could say anything, she stormed out the hospital, not caring who followed her.

She lets the cool breeze hit her, cooling her nerves, running a hand through her hair, wishing it soothed it, but it only ever did if it was her mother that did it...

"Beatrix!" The sound of Gale Weather's voice makes her groan and turn around.

"What do you want from me?" Beatrix tilts her head at Gale.

"We want to help." A woman steps out from behind Gale.

"You're Sidney Prescott." Beatrix raises her eyebrows looking at her.

"Your god mother." Sidney adds.

"18 years late." Beatrix crosses her arms over her chest.

"Better now than never." Sidney tries to joke.

"Look, I don't need your help." Beatrix looks back and sees Dewey standing by his car, waiting for her. "I have to go."

She walks away, but Sidney reaches out grabbing her wrist, stopping her from going anywhere. "Your mother asked me to come here to help protect you...let me do that."

"She's dead." Beatrix pulls her wrist out of her grip. "You don't have to do anything for her anymore and I can take care of myself."

"Revenge is going to be your end."

"If it goes wrong, at least I'll be with my mother."

☏☏☏☏☏☏☏☏

Beatrix sat on her bed, looking over at a picture of her mother. It was her a few months old, her mother holding her and looking at her like she was the best thing in the world.

She could see the way her eyes shined every time she looked at her. She was going to miss those glowing eyes, that were there for her every step and moment of her life.

She runs her thumb over the picture as she starts to think. Thinking about everything, about how she confessed her love to Chad and then to who Ghostface could be. She already had one person. Richie.

Richie, came out of nowhere, wasn't scared of Ghostface when they were getting attacked...it was like he knew he was going  to get hurt and every time, he was somehow gone and out of the mix. He let Tara get hurt, his alibi's never added up, especially not at the hospital.

Maybe she was just overthinking things, though. Maybe Ghostface was just some stranger obsessed with the franchise and her family. She told herself to trust her gut, but how could she if she didn't know what her gut was telling her.

Beatrix flinches, when there was a sudden knock on her door. She knew exactly who it was. She huffs, wiping a stray tear off her face before turning on her side. "Dewey...I really don't want to talk right now...about anything."

"I-I know." Dewey looks down at his feet, guilt filling in his chest. "It's just—Please, I just have to tell you one more thing and then you can hate me all you want. It's about what your mother was hiding from you, Beatrix. Let me in."

Beatrix silent debated, before she abruptly got up and rushed to open her room door. She doesn't even glance at Dewey as she walks back towards her bed, leaving him to close her door and follow, her. Sitting on the edge of her bed.

Dewey stares at her before he lets out a breath. "Before...Before your mother died—."

"Dewey..."

"Just, listen." Dewey runs a hand over his face, staring at her as she finally looks up at him, he couldn't ignore the hurt in her eyes. "She wanted me to tell you...Who your father was."

Beatrix's eyes go wide, but she doesn't speak. Only waits for him to continue, which he does. "You have to know, that she hid it from you because she never wanted his reputation to come back and ruin your life—."

"Too late for that." Beatrix snaps. "My mother died because of who she had a kid with, because of me. Now, please. Get to it."

"Beatrix, your father is Billy Loomis!" Dewey snaps, his eyes going everywhere besides her. He couldn't take the pressure of holding it in anymore and he had to tell her, for Stacey.

Beatrix didn't say a peep, it didn't even look like she took a breath. She didn't know how to process what she was just told. She didn't know whether to hate everyone from keeping it from, to cry or to hate herself for being related to not one, but two famous serial killers. Though, first steps was denial.

"You're lying." Beatrix shakes her head. "He's not my father, he can't be. He died and-and—."

"Him and Stacey were secretly together, he faked being with Sidney, so Stu wouldn't get mad about his sister being with his best friend. They truly did love each other." Dewey explains.

"Then why would he try to kill her?!" Beatrix stands, pacing back and forth. "If he loved her, why did he try to kill her?! How could he even try to do such a thing?!"

"It wasn't him that tried killing her, she was the one person, he would never hurt." Dewey states. "It was Stu, he tried killing your mom because he was jealous of her. The last thing he wanted was for Stacey and Billy to ever even look each others way. That night...everything went down, just before, your mother told Billy about the baby. Stu found out and when they started the killing and going after Sidney and Gale, he went after your mother. Billy protected her, but Stu was a maniac and off his hinges. He killed your father. You-You're just like him. The attitude, the brown you have in your eyes, that little smirk. You're literally his twin, even your mother knew that."

"Why didn't she tell me about this earlier?! Why did she have to die for me to know?!" Beatrix paces back and forth, running a shaky hand through her head. "I had to find this out the same day she died! Why did she have to die?!"

"Beatrix, she was trying to protect you—."

"Get out!" Beatrix points to her door. "Get out! I don't want to talk anymore! Get out! Please!"

Dewey does as told, he goes to walk out, but turns to stare at her. "All your mother wanted was for you to be happy. That's why she didn't tell you and thats why we held back, for her. She wanted what was best for you, so do I."

With that, Dewey leaves a breaking Beatrix to herself. Beatrix let's out a cry, that then turns into a loud scream. She goes over to her vanity and pushes everything off, breaking picture frames and lamps.

She walks to her bed and before she could even get to it, her legs go weak, allowing her to fall to the floor. She forms into a ball on the floor as she cries. Everything hitting her. All she wanted was her mother...and Chad. She wished that he was with her at this moment, but he wasn't because she pushed him away, just like she was doing with Dewey.

It was for the best.