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Amber raised up the gun pointing it in Sam and Ritchie’s direction. They ran for their lives but Amber wasn’t so willing to let them get away so easily. Bullets flew in their direction but missed when Amber suddenly felt Tara’s grip tighten on her arm, forcing the gun to the floor. Just as it hit the ground, Amber turned to Tara, pure madness in her eyes and pinned her to the wall.
“Why did you do that?” Amber screamed. “Can’t you see Tara? She’s the fucking villain! She abandoned you, she’s the daughter of a fucking serial killer!”
“And what the fuck are you Amber? You killed all of our friends.” Tara said as Amber tightened her grip around her throat. “And you nearly killed me twice.”
“Oh Tara…” Amber loosened her grip and ran her fingers through Tara’s hair. “I was never going to kill you, never ever…”
“You seemed pretty happy to.” Tara said nervously.
“No you were nothing more than…bait.” Amber said.
Before Tara could react, Amber had already scooped up one of the crutches and swung it across, knocking Tara out for a moment. Amber hovered over Tara’s unconscious body that lay against the carpet. She tossed the crutches by Liv’s dead body and carefully lifted Tara up into her arms. She made her way upstairs to one of the many bedrooms and opened up one of the closet doors. She cleared out some of the room and sat Tara down whilst she took the duct tape from the drawers. It didn’t even take a second for Amber to notice that Tara had been awake and was trying her hardest to crawl away.
“Where are you going silly?” Amber said laughing a little to herself.
“Far from you you fucking psychopath!” Tara said still attempted to get away.
“Oh baby, you won’t even get three fucking feet away.” Amber said turning around. “It’s like we’re in the hospital again.”
Amber started tiptoeing behind Tara, making slow mocking movements as Tara gripped onto the carpets trying to get away.
“Sam…” a whimpered cry blurted out.
Suddenly Amber grabbed ahold of Tara’s legs pulling her down the carpet and flipping her over onto her back. Amber held her up by the top of her jumper and looked into the eyes of the frightened girl. She slapped the duct tape onto the girl’s lips and wrapped more around her wrists. When Tara was secure Amber dragged her into the closet but before she left, she crouched down cupping Tara’s face in her hands. She pulled Tara’s face to her lips and planted a kiss at the top of Tara’s eyebrow before looking back at her.
“Thanks for being such a sport baby.” Amber smirked.
Amber got up to leave but Tara grasped onto her leg, murmuring something to Amber who was intrigued as to what she had to say. She ripped the tape off Tara’s mouth.
“Did it feel good to use me like this? You became friends with me, you comforted me, you kissed me and all this time you just wanted to get under Sam’s skin?” Tara blurted out. “I fucking hate you and I hope Sam chops your fucking head off asshole!”
Amber took a second to giggle, hiding her face away and suddenly going silent. Before Tara could speak again, Amber slapped her across the face leaving Tara in more tears. Tara tried to hide her face away when Amber grabbed her again, pulling her close to her face as she spoke.
“It was…it wasn’t fake! You think I’m that crazy that I would fake my feelings for you? I meant what I said when I said I wouldn’t kill you Tara! Just think about all the times when I could have.” Amber said.
“Then, what are you going to do with me?” Tara said sniffling.
Amber threw Tara to the ground again. She began to pace thinking whether she should tell her or not.
“Amber, please.” Tara said.
“…I was-I am going to take you with me when I run.” Amber said finally.
“But I don’t want to leave.” Tara said.
“You haven’t got a choice Tara.” Amber said taking another piece of duct tape. “I’d have to kill you otherwise.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you Amber. I don’t give a fuck if you kill me. I’ll die happy knowing that I don’t have to be around you for the rest of my life.” Tara said firmly.
“You don’t mean that.” Amber said trying to hold onto her smile.
“I do.” Tara said.
“You know what? I’ll just deal with you later.” Amber said securing the tape over her mouth again. “See you later Tara.”
Amber left, closing the closet door and taking her Ghostface costume out.