#Fuck Christina Carpenter

[smolmakerel]

"Do you sit down in the shower, Tara?"

Tara blinked in surprised before narrowing her eyes. "What?"

Her new therapist, Abby Turner, was staring at her with a relaxed expression of genuine curiosity. She didn't really look the part of a therapist, sitting there in a yellow cardigan that matched the socks with SpongeBob on them. If anything, she looked a lot like a teacher Tara had in second grade minus the thick rimmed glasses.

"Do you sit down whenever you take a shower?" Abby asked again, shifting to cross her legs. She drew her fingernail over the metal clip of her clipboard.

Still, Tara was taken aback by such a question. She felt oddly seen through.

"Why?" Tara shot back instead.

Abby laughed softly. "There's no need to be defensive. I was going over our notes from last time and thought about what you said."

What she said? What did Tara say, exactly?

"I don't remember saying anything bad," mumbled Tara.

"No, nothing bad. I'm sorry if I made you panic."

At that, Tara hardened her gaze and looked away. Leave it to the therapist to know when her thoughts were spiraling out of control. God, Tara only had 7 sessions with her, and Abby thought she knew everything about Tara.

"It's ok if you do," Abby went on to say. Tara's face soured, and Abby unfortunately caught that. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Another one?" Tara tried to joke, but Abby saw through her facade. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to play 20 questions."

She chuckled awkwardly. "Why do you sit down in the shower?"

"Because... I uh..."

"Take your time."

Tara was at a loss for words. Why did she sit down in the shower? She never really noticed she did it until Abby sent her back with homework to figure out things she noticed about her dailey routine. Which included an hour long shower; Tara would be sitting in the tub allowing the hot water to hit her back. While she sat, tremors would rack her body and her irritation would rise.

"I get in the shower in the morning," Tara explained slowly, still processing her thoughts. "Before class so no one has to see me all... icky."

"And do you think there might be another reason for sitting down?" Abby inquired. "I only ask because of your water bottle comment."

Tara looked unsure at that. She brought her hands to her lap to fidget with her nails. The comfortable gray armchair she sat on never felt more uncomfortable under the watchful eye of her therapist.

"S-Sorry, but I don't remember talking about that."

"That's ok," her therapist assured her. "Last time, you talked about how you needed to clean your room. You have a lot of water bottles on your table and floor, clothes in your bed."

Recognition flashed in Tara's eyes. "Right. Sorry."

"Depression and anxiety after a traumatic event is completely normal, Tara. In fact, I would be surprised if you didn't have one of those with what you've been through."

Tara shrugged. "It's nothing. Other people have been through more than me; I'm just being selfish."

Selfish. She had always been selfish; even her own mother thought so, and she made sure to remind Tara anytime she was in town.

Abby wrote something down, nodding to herself as if all of Tara's issues were understandable now.

"I sit on the floor," Tara suddenly said in the uncomfortable silence. She didn't look at her therapist at all, ashamed. "I get so... tired sometimes. And it isn't because of the metal in my leg! It's me! I wake up tired, go through the day angry because of how tired I am, and go to sleep tired. But then I can't sleep and I just..." She huffed in frustration, nails dug into her palms. "I don't know what to do."

Abby leaned back in her chair and flipped her clipboard over on her lap. Her eyes watched Tara's face closely.

"Is there anything you have that could help you sleep?" Abby asked. "A stuffed animal, a nightlight...?"

Tara's mind immediately drifted to her older sister. Sam was strong enough to keep Tara's night terrors away, yet she's soft enough to wrap Tara in her arms and calm her down. No matter how much Tara yells and sobs in her sleep, no matter the bloody scratch marks on her arms, no matter how Tara dissociates to protect herself. Sam was always there.

"No," Tara claimed instead.

Abby cocked her head. "And your sister isn't willing to help you?"

Tara shook her head. "No, she is but... I don't want to bother her with my problems."

Abby flipped her clipboard back over and wrote something down. Tara wanted to chuck the damn thing out the window. She lowered the clipboard again.

"Based on what you've told me about your sister, she sounds like just the person you need at night," Abby pointed out with a soft smile. "I'm sure she'd be willing to help if you asked."

'But I can't!' The words burn acid on Tara's tongue.

"Ok."

Fuck.

[♡♡♡]

Tara raised her hand at Sam's door and drew it into a fist. It hovered in the air for a long few seconds.

Then she knocked.

The door opened not even a second later, and Sam was standing there rubbing her eyes.

"Tara?" Sam mumbled. She instantly woke up, eyes darting over Tara looking for some sort of injury. "Are you ok? What are you doing up right now?"

"Can... Can I sleep in here with you?" Tara asked and before Sam could respond, she was babbling. "I'm sorry if I woke you up with this. Fuck, I'm so stupid. This was a mistake, I didn't mean to wake you up with my stupid problems. I-I'll go back to my room. Sorry -"

"Tara."

Tara's breathing hitched when Sam gently cupped her face, and - Oh. That was actually kind of nice. She sank into the warmth of Sam's palms.

"Let's go to bed, ok?" Sam whispered.

Tara nodded, throat thick with emotion. "Ok."

It was about 20 minutes later when they were settled in Sam's bed. Tara was dozing off finally, face buried into Sam's chest as her arms wrapped around her.

She stirred slightly when Sam kissed the top of her head. Her fingers tucked a few strands of hair out of Tara's face.

"I love you, Tara," Sam muttered.

Tara, too exhausted to say anything, simply turned her head and kissed Sam on the palm. She settled back down and relaxed into a peaceful sleep.

#scream #scream 2022 #scream vi #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #I was tempted to make the therapist bad but then I thought of my therapist and how nice she is and thought “better not” #They're so soft for each other #I'm still figuring out how to write them tbh #So enjoy while I'm working on breaking your hearts in my next post #Tara learning how to ask for help after everything #She trusts Sam but doesn't trust herself #And it's all because of Christina fucking Carpenter #Fuck Christina Carpenter #My writing

[samcscreams]

It can't be a coincidence

Hello friends! This one shot was inspired by @doctorwhoarchive it would not have been possible without her! Also took an inspiration form this post. Im also super proud of this one. Its my biggest project yet and I put a lot of time and effort into it so I hope you like it!

Also a shout out to @monarchsrus for all the writing advice!

Trigger warning: Drug Use

Word count: 7.5k

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It was like any other day. Sam rolled over to turn her alarm clock off. It had been about 9 months since she’d been able to actually wake up to the sounds. No, most days she wakes hours before her alarm clock goes off and just stars at the ceiling waiting for time to pass her by. 

After turning it off she rolls over and sit on the edge of her bed. After taking a much needed deep breath she begins to get ready for school. 

She shuffled over to her closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and makes her way to her sisters room. 

“Knock Knock. You up yet Tar?” She asked as she slowly opened the door. 

Her baby sister was still curled up under her covers. Sam sighed knowing she was gonna have to be responsible and wake her up. She just looked so peaceful while sleeping, it broke her heart to be the one to ruin it. 

“Hey time to wake up big girl.” Sam rubbed circles in Taras back to coxes her out of sleep. 

As Tara started to stir awake she smiled at the sight of her big sister. 

“Morning Sammy” She said with a toothy grin as she rubbed sleep from her eyes 

“Im gonna use the bathroom. Make sure you pick out some clothes and pack your book bag” Sam said as she left. 

Tara felt the emptiness of the room eat her alive. Sam would normally help her pick out her clothes and at least say good morning in return. But lately Sam just wasn’t the same. Tara sat up in bed wondering if she did something wrong. 

After Sam was done in the bathroom she was putting her clothes on when she noticed her jeans were now officially two inches higher than when she got them. 

“Dammit” She muttered to herself. Sadly, she had gone through a growth spurt only a month after she found the diaries. 

Therefore Christina has been less than eager to go shopping with her daughters. Christina also thought since Tara never seemed to grow and could still fit into some of her preschool shirts the other one should be just as fine. 

She was not fine, far from fine but she would never tell anyone that. So when Sam went to put on the t-shirt she pulled from her closet she flexed just a bit too hard casing the back seem to pop. She looked over into the mirror and almost chuckle as she looked like the hulk ripping out of her own clothes. 

She needed a plan and fast as she would need to head down stairs to make tara breakfast soon. Then it hit her, her dad not dad left his clothes. He’s gotta have something she could take. 

Sam snuck into her mothers room and over to her dads not dad closet. Upon entering she took a deep breath taking in the lingering smell that used to smell like safety, like home. She looked up towards the top shelf. There were a random assortment of old band shirts so she grabbed the top one. ‘Nirvana, perfect’ she thought to herself and snuck back out not waking her mother in doing so. 

She grabbed her combat boots, as they were the only shoes that fit her, and luckily they made up for the two inches that her pants didn’t cover on her legs. She then grabbed her zip up hoodie and made her way down stair after seeing tara was no longer in her room. 

“Tara?” Sam called as she hit the bottom floor.

“In here Sammy” Tara called back from the kitchen 

Once Sam made her way to her sister she was greeted with burnt toast and half squeezed OJ. 

“Tara what are you doing?” Sam asked trying to bite back her temper which was becoming alarming harder to do recently. 

“I wanted to make you breakfast. To make up for making you mad.” Tara with her big doe eyes stared directly into her big sisters looking for any sign of reassurance that she was forgiven.

“Making me mad? Baby girl what do you mean?” Sam pulled her baby sister in for a hug pushing Taras bangs away to get a clear look at her. Yet Sam could feel the guilt bubbling in her gut. 

“You don’t help me get ready for school anymore. I though I did something wrong.” Tara said looking up at Sam tears pricking the corner of her eyes. 

Sam mulled over Tara’s words realizing she had been pulling away since last December. But even more recently with starting high school. They’ve been promoting Stab-a-Thon for months at school and truth be told it was starting to get to Sam. She was numb most days to deal with the fear of who she was. Who she could be. 

“Im so sorry. I didn’t realize. But no little one. You’ve done nothing wrong. High school is just a lot sometimes. It’s really not your fault.” Sam said as she kneeled down and cupped Tara’s face. 

“Oh okay.” Tara respond with in a timid voice. 

“Do you like breakfast?” She followed up with, as a smile grew across her tiny face.

Sam took a burnt piece of toast and took a bite. Immediately the ash flavoring coated her mouth. But she swallowed and put on a show. 

“Mmmm when did you become a five star chef?” Sam asked making Tara erupt with glee

“Now hurry, go grab your book bag and put on your shoes. Mom will be up soon and we gotta get you to school now don’t we.” Sam said ushering Tara off. 

She turned back to the burnt toast on the table and threw it in the trash and went to make some fresh pieces. ‘Tara won’t know the difference’ she thought to herself and right she was. As they made their way out the front door Tara was happily munching on her buttered toast she thought she had made. 

Sam was just happy to have gotten everything done without running late for school. As they rounded the corner to walk through the town square, Sam froze in her tracks. Hanging from each lamp post was a Ghostface decoration. She knew it was only a matter of time before she was going to have to face people dressing up as her personal nightmare. But for the whole town to be covered in the reminder of what was in her blood made her stomach flip. It wasn’t until Tara started to tung on her sleeve that she snapped out of her trance. 

“Sammy come on. What are you doing?” Tara said trying to get her big sister attention. 

“Ya what sorry” Sam said looking down at her sister. She moved to take Taras hand as they continued forward towards Taras elementary school. 

“Ouch, too tight” Tara tries to pull her hand from Sam’s. Sam immediately lets go not realizing she tensed her muscles at the sight of a a poster in the book stores window. ‘Today at 1pm Out of Darkness’ Sidney Prescott’s face beaming brightly behind the words. 

“Sorry.” Sam said shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. 

“What’s gotten into you?” Tara asked rubbing her now throbbing hand. Her big sisters been distant but not careless. Tara waited penitently for her sister to respond but alas all there was was silence. 

Sam was frozen again. The sound of a car door caught her attention as she looked behind her and saw none other than Sidney Prescott in the flesh. Her blood ran cold at the sight. It was one thing to hear about her and the stories but there she was clear as day. Sam couldn’t hear anything but the sound of her heart beating in her ears. Her hands started to tingle inside of her pockets as her air ways closed. 

“SAM” Tara yelled looking around to figure out what had such a grip on her sister.

“Shit sorry Tara. It’s just…” Sam looked to Tara who was eagerly waiting for the truth. 

The truth. 

Sam couldn’t face that. Sam couldn’t begin to explain to Tara what was going on with her. Not today. Hopefully never. So she switched on. She had to be there for Tara. She needed to keep it together for her. 

“… been hard to sleep that’s all. Im sorry for being weird. No more of that as of now! How about after school today we watch some movies. I'll even make popcorn.” Sam said with a smile on her face. She had to pull it together. She promised to always be there for tara. Just because her life is turning out to be a shit show doesn’t mean she can’t make sure Taras isn’t. 

“You mean it?” Tara said jumping a little as she walked. 

“I promise” Sam said holding out her pinky. Tara took it with her own and then turned back to walking. 

Lucky for Sam, Tara didn’t say anything else as they finished their walk to her school. Her mind raced ‘why was Sidney Prescott in town?. Nobody had seen her in years. Why of all days, times, years was she here?’

Before Sam new it they were outside Taras school.

“Have a good day. Love you” Sam said as she kissed Tara’s forehead 

“Love you too!” Tara said walking off towards her group of friends. Sam waived at the twins and Wes. 

As soon as Tara was safe inside Sam made her way to school. She put her headphones in and tried to tune out the world. 

Only to catch a car rolling by right next to her causing her to jump a little. 

“Hey Carpenter” Asked Kirby Reed leaning over to yell out her passenger side window. 

“Oh hey Kirby” Sam responded digging her hands further into her jacket pocket. 

“Need a ride? I gotta pick up Jill and Olivia still but I'm sure they won’t mind.” She asked with a genuine smile. 

Sam thought about it as Kirby had always been so nice to her ever since she got paired with her for adopt a freshmen. It was a program for incoming freshmen to get paired up with a senior to show them the ropes. Sam forgot she signed up before everything went down. She’s honestly glad she did but would never admit to it. 

“No i’m gonna walk, thanks tho.” Sam said thought a tight lipped smile. 

“Suit yourself freshie” Kirby said stepping on the gas sending her flying down the street right past Sherif Riley. 

Sam chuckled as she watch the car try and slow down as the Sherif yelled climbing into his own car. 

Not too much later Sam was standing on the lawn of Woodsboro high school. Students swarmed around her going in every which direction. She took a deep breath as she made her way to the front on the school. Only to catch as she walked pass a group a seniors the one piece of information she needed to realize today was going to be her worst nightmare. 

“Here is my Woodsboro massacre anniversary question. What is your favorite scary movie?” 

‘Shit what’s today’ Sam thought to herself as she puled her old flip phone from her back pocket.

September 28th 2011 

“Fuck” Sam muttered to herself. 

Today was the 15th anniversary of the original massacre. The one where Billy Loomis her father and Stu Macher killed a bunch of kids at a house party. ‘How could she be so stupid. She knew this day would come. How could she forget’ Sam’s thoughts ran wild as she went to her locker. She couldn’t help but notice the growing pit inside of her. It settled low in her stomach gnawing at her as if it was trying to tell her something. 

Once making it to her locker she opened it and put away her book bag and grabbed her stuff for first period. As she went to grab her books she saw her hand was shaking, she grabbed the side of her locker like her life depended on it and took a deep breath to try and steady herself. As her luck would have it, it didn’t work. So she wrapped her arms around her books and hurried off to her first class. 

“Sam wait up!” 

Sam turned around to see Vince Schneider running up beside her. 

“What do you want Vince” Sam said dryly 

“Nice to see you to sunshine. I just wanted to ask what you were doing tonight. Ive got a hook up if you're interested.” He said with a sly smile 

“What makes you think i’d want to do that?” She asked 

“Well you dropped all your old friends in the last year. Just thought you could use the company. Anyway, you know where to find me.” And with that he was gone. 

After Sam had found the diaries she effectively pushed everyone she knew away. Not that there was a lot of people to push away in the first place but even acquaintances became strangers agin. 

Sam sat in the back of her class and just waited for the bell to ring. It wasn’t that she was dumb or anything she just found it hard to care about how mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. When would that ever be useful? 

On days like today time alway seemed to mess with her. One second she was here, the next someplace else. Sometimes time wouldn’t move at all and she'd be suck for what felt like hours. She thought herself lucky when the bell rang faster than she expected. In hindsight she wishes first period never ended. 

Sam got settled into second period. She bounced her leg along to the sound of her heart beating in her ears. They were reading The Great Gatsby and were just about to start the open discussion when everybody’s phone started to buzz. 

Sam pulled her shitty flip phone out of her back pocket, to her surprise and slight embarrassment she had nothing on her phone. It seemed that everyone had gotten a text about something. Why didn’t she? 

“Oh my god Marnie Cooper and Jenny Randall were murdered last night. Says they were stabbed to death. They're saying it was Ghostface” One kid says as the rest of the class starts to erupt with chatter. 

“Look” Some other kid said standing up and walking to the windows. There were already news vans racing down the street to set up and start interviewing students. 

Sam want to get up to join her classmates but she couldn’t move. Her legs were cemented to the ground and no matter how hard her brain yelled at her arms, they wouldn’t budge. All she could hear were three words dancing around her mind making her skin crawl and the pit in her stomach grow. 

Stabbed 

Murdered 

Ghostface

Everyone was up staring out the windows but her. Sam could feel her hands start to go numb. At first it was just her pinky finger but the more she sat with the knowledge the more the numbing traveled up her arms. 

‘Were her classmates staring at her? When did they all start looking at her? Why were they staring? Do they know. They have to know. They all know.’ Sam’s head was screaming as her breath was becoming more and more labored. 

‘Leave, Run, anything’ She heard break through the chatter in her mind. So Sam did exactly that. She ran, leaving all her stuff behind. Pushing through anyone in the hallway, she slammed the bathroom doors open and took the first available stall and locked it behind her curling up into a ball.

At this point her vision was starting to blur and the numbing had spread all over her body. She couldn’t even hear anything over the pounding of her heart inside her chest. 

‘“Breath Sam just breath” She muttered to herself as she rocked back and forth in the shall. 

Sam wanted to distract herself to calm her mind but there was no escape from the tormenting thoughts. ‘Why was this happening now. Someone had to know. What if she’s next. What if this is all her fault? What if they target Tara?’ 

“Tara” Sam said though numb lips. If she didn’t know any better she would assume she was having a stroke.

“Hello? Is someone in here?” A voice echoed thought the empty bathroom. 

Sam was unwillingly shaking her leg causing the toilet seat they were resting on to rattle which alerted anyone who enters the bathroom of her existence. 

“Hello?” The voice said again

Sam tried to speak, she really did, but her words caught in her throat. 

“This isn’t funny. I can hear you.”

Sam tried to move again. Only her body was stuck shaking as her mind simply could no longer control her limbs. Sam could hear the girl walk slowly over to the stall she hid behind.

“If you don’t say anything I'm gonna open the door” Said the girl from the other side.

A beat passed and all the air seemed to evaporate from the room as the stall door swung open. 

Sam’s body relaxed at the sight of Lindsay White, someone who she use to consider a friend. Well a friendly acquaintance at least. 

“Samantha? What the hell is wrong with you? You scared me half to death. With the news of the Ghostface you really think it's funny to scare people?” She said holding a stern disappointed look across her face. 

“Its Sam and what kind of psycho opens a bathroom door on someone?.” She said in a dry tone

Sam became free of her panic at the familiarity in front of her. She moved off the toilet seat and out of the stall. 

“Ya, ya you go by Sam now. Whatever and you could have said something.” Lindsay said rolling her eyes 

“What are you even doing in here? Oh my god have you been crying? What it’s not like you new them or anything” Lindsay noticed the red hints to Sam’s eyes and her face was slightly swollen and tear stained. 

“Im fine Lindsay. Just drop it.” Sam snipped

“Drop it, Yeah… Like you dropped me?” Lindsay’s eyes narrowed at Sam. She moved only inches away staring at Sam through the bathroom mirror. 

“We weren’t even friends” Sam said refusing to meet Lindsay’s eyes in the mirror as she washed her hands.

“Wow. Didn’t realize I meant so little to you.”

Sam waited a beat hoping the silence would send Lindsay away but Sam’s luck ran out a year ago when she opened that stupid diary.

“What even happened to you? One day you’re saying hi to me in the hall’s, asking to do projects together and the next I don’t even exist to you. Like ya, your dad left or whatever but you barely ever saw him anyway. You got cold and distant.”

Sam was gripping the side of the sink so hard her knuckles were turning white. Lindsay’s voice was like nails on a chalk board, effectively bubbling the constant rage that lay deep in Sam’s stomach. 

“Lindsay just go” Sam said looking up to finally meet Lindsay’s gaze. 

Lindsay stumbled back at the look on Sam’s face. Her eyes were dark and hooded. 

“Oh my god. You did it.” 

Sam’s heart imploded at the accusation completely dropping whatever expression she had a moment before. 

“What? No… I…” Sam said almost sounding like a pleading child begging for their parents to understand.

“I know you Sam, you always had that glint. But it's more now. It’s different. Something inside you broke over Christmas break causing a dark cloud to always follow you around. Why else would you be hiding in here when the news dropped?” Lindsay’s voice was full of realization as if she found the last pice of the puzzle. But her words made Sam’s skin buzz with fear of the truth. 

‘Your just like him’ She heard rattle around in her mind. Bile burned the back of her throat as she tried to swallow her emotions. So before Lindsay could add anything else or, Sam in turn make things worse she pushed pass the girl and ran out of the bathroom. Sam’s mind and body barely keeping up with the panic rising and falling inside of her. Her brain was on fire as her mind started to attack. 

‘Murder, killer, you're just like him, Ghostface, stabbed to death, you did it, broken, you can’t escape it, darkness, psychopath, you did this, this is your fault’ Sam just kept running. If she ran fast enough maybe it would all stop maybe the voices would just shut up. 

Before she knew it she was three blocks from the school and completely out of breath. She sat down on the closest stoop and tried to relax. 

‘Think about the things that make you happy’ Sam remembers one of her mothers friends saying after her father not father left. 

So Sam did exactly that she thought of Tara. 

“Oh my god Tara” Sam said out loud as she bolted to her feet. Without even thinking her body moved towards her sisters elementary school. If she was gonna feel any better about the events of the day she needed her sister by her side. As they say anyone is a suspect and if that was the case she needed to protect her sister from anyone. 

Upon reaching Taras school she saw the line of parents and cars rushing to pick up their children as news of Ghostface spread. 

Sam made her way to get in line but stopped only feet away. Frozen once again she saw none other than her mother waiting impatiently in line at the school. 

Her mother never picks Tara up. Even when Taras sick she calls Sam out of school so she can go pick her up and deal with it. With that being said their mother defiantly hadn’t called Sam out of school yet. 

‘Fuck she can’t see me’ Sam thought to herself. She needed to get out of there and fast. At least she knows Tara’s gonna be at home. She would say safe but Christina as been becoming more and more erratic since last December. 

As Sam is backing away she bumps into someone. 

“Oh hi their Samantha. Are you here to pick up Tara?” Judy Hicks asked trying to steady the young girl in front of her. 

“It’s Sam. But um, no, my mom is. I just came to make sure she got her.” Sam said shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket.

“Sorry, Sam, but before I forget is there a chance you could babysit Wes tonight and tomorrow? With all this craziness id feel much more comfortable if he was with his friends.” Judy looked down at Sam who seemed hesitant to answer. 

“Ill pay double” She added

“Okay, ya I just gotta go back to school and get my stuff. You can drop him off whenever. I think my mom should be home with Tara” Sam shot the deputy a small smile before turning and walking back towards the high school.

“Be careful Sam.” Judy added as Sam walked away.  

Sam kept walking towards the school but truth be told she’d rather get hit with a car than go back inside of that place. She just need a place to lay low for a bit. Going home was the obvious choice but now that she knows her mother will be there its the last place shell go. 

So Sam walked and walked and walked until she came upon a park that wasn’t far from her home. She had taken Tara here to play plenty of times when their parents would fight or if she was babysitting the kids. The park was the first place all day Sam felt safe. So as if her body knew, exhaustion hit her like a truck. From having a plethora of panic attacks to walking what felt like a marathon she was about to collapse. So as soon as she came upon a park bench she sat down. Then she made the mistake of laying down. 

‘Just a few minutes’ She thought to her self. It felt so good to just breath for a moment. She was so tired that her mind was finally silent.

“Yo Sam.” 

Someone said as a hand shook Sam’s shoulder jolting her awake. In a panic she looked around trying to make out her surroundings. It was well past night fall causing Sam to strain her eyes as she realized who was there. 

“God dammit Vince. You scared the shit out of me.” Sam barked 

“Whoa don’t yell at me. Your the weirdo sleeping on a park bench with a serial killer on the loose” Vince shot back 

“Whatever” She replied as she got up from the bench and stretched. She then noticed the other two kids a few yards away. They were smoking something. 

“Why the hell are you here tho for real?” Vince asked sincerity dripping from his tone. 

“Its none of your business okay.” Sam’s irritation was bounce off of her like hot oil

“Jesus fine. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Vince took a moment to take in Sam. His heart pinged seeing this disheveled girl who had clearly been crying most of the day. He saw a similar look flash in her eyes one he can relate too. One that say the world is just too much to take. 

“There’s something about you carpenter. We're connected, I don’t know how yet but we are.” Vince looked at Sam with compassion and understanding. It made Sam’s skin burn like a magnify glass being held up to the sun. 

“And somehow I'm the weirdo” Sam said as she gabbed her phone from her pocket to check the time. 

“My phones dead. What time is it?” She asked putting the useless bric back into her pants packet 

“9:18”

Sam sprinted before Vince could say anything else. ‘How the fuck did it get so late. She was suppose to watch Wes, Tara and the twins. Her mother’s gonna beat her senseless’ She thought to herself making her way down the street. 

Sam took a second before entering the house. She knew It wasn’t going to be good but with all the kids over maybe that would lessen the punch of her mothers words. Christina would hate if those kids reported back to their parents how poor of a mother she is. 

Then it hit Sam. The unnerving sounds of shear quiet. She couldn’t hear anything. There was no birds chirping or bugs buzzing. There wasn’t even the sound of the wind rushing though the trees. But worst of all there wasn’t the sounds of four 9 year olds running wild within the house. It was like the world was frozen with fear. 

Sam sucked in a deep breath as she opened the front door. She yelled out for her sister to have some form of hope call back to her that everything was going to be okay. That her light was inside this haunted home and she was safe. But no words answered back. Just empty echoes of a broken house. Sam could feel the numbing tingles prick her pinkies once again. As she moved through the house every alarm in her body went off telling her to leave. To just turn back around and go. She knew she wasn’t safe, but when was Sam ever good at listing. 

“Mom?” Sam asked once spying the older women standing in the kitchen wine glass in hand. 

Christina took the last swig of her drink and began to poor another. Not even bothering to look up at her eldest. 

“Where’s Tara?” Sam asked trying to suppress her panic. Yet her words fell on deff ears as her mother just continued to drink. Sam’s panic quickly shaped into anger. She didn’t like not knowing if Tara was safe or not.

“Mom where is Tara?” Sam said again more sternly finally pulling her hands from her pockets. 

Yet again her mother completely ignored her. 

Sam could feel the way the numbing sensation dissipated in her hands. She could feel them start to itch as they bawled into vengeful fists. 

“I swear to God, if you don’t answer me I'm gonna…” Sam was cut off before she could finish

“Your gonna what Samantha? You're gonna hurt me? Huh? Is that it? You're gonna grab that knife and go to town? Gonna make daddy proud?” 

Her words were like shrapnel from a bomb, logging themselves deep into Sam’s skin. But Sam stood there and took it. Absorbing the blows and pulling the pain into her rage. 

“Fuck you. Im not playing this game. Where’s Tara?” Sam hissed at her mother.

“You couldn’t even last a year. I mean I knew it was inevitable, turning into him. It's always their Samantha, right in your eyes. I bet you’ve been planning since the night your bastard mouth ruined my life. You’ve just been biding your time until that bitch Prescott came back to town.” Christina could barely stand but that didn’t stop her from unleashing every vile thought in her mind. 

Sam knew she should have walked away. She knew she should have taken the last bit of her sanity and walked away. But holding the rage back was becoming harder and harder with the bullets that left her mothers mouth. If she moved now she might not have control over what she did next and Christina could tell. She could see the way her daughter was seething under her words. Most mothers would stop at the visible anguish they cause their children. But Christina wasn’t most mothers. 

“I sent Tara away to the twins house with Wes. As you should have been the one to watch them but I knew they wouldn’t be safe with you.” 

“Excuse me” Sam spit out as red seeped in around her vision. She knew acting on her range would only prove her mother right. 

“Don’t act coy, you heard me. God Samantha how do you live with yourself. How does it even feel?” Her mother started to cry, fake tears of course but it didn’t stop Sam’s heart from wincing at the sound.

“Answer me demon child. How did it feel? Say it! How did it feel to gut those kids Samantha!” Her mother yelled from across the counter. 

“Just stop. Please” Sam felt the tears sting the back of her eyes. She didn’t realize she was teetering on the edge of rage and sorrow effectively falling to sadness. She would much rather feel the burn of rage than see her mother beam with pride at her tears. 

“You were never a good liar Samantha. You’ve had plenty of time to deny my words but you stood there as if they were true. Because deep down you know they are. Deep down you're the same monster he was. As soon as I heard the news I knew it was you. Thank god I went to pick up Tara when I did.”

Sam’s breath hitched in her throat. She could feel the shame spread across her chest as she realized the only reason her mother was at Taras school was because she thought Sam had killed those girls. The realization hit that her mother wasn’t being mean for the fact that Sam caused her father not father to leave, like in the past. No, she genuinely believes Sam is following in her real father’s foot steps. 

“You can kill me but I'll never allow you to hurt Tara” That was the last thing Sam remember’s hearing. A ringing replaced any and all sounds that followed and her vision was more crimson than before. 

“Don’t you EVER say I would hurt Tara. She is everything to me. That’s something you could never understand. So don’t act like you care. Don’t act like I'm the threat here.  We both know who you are so let me make everything clear. If you hurt her I will follow in his foot steps without even thinking. Do you understand.” 

Fear flashed across her mothers face as she nodded and made her way out of the kitchen. Only to get one last word in before she walked down the hall. 

“He was possessive too, just like his mother. Guess it runs in the family” her voice was soft as if she was whispering words of love to a child. Yet the words weren’t full of love but full of poison.

Sam stood there as the words washed over her mind. ‘Was her love for Tara toxic? Could she hurt her? Did it run in the family’ she thought to herself realizing she was holding in her breath. As she turned to leave she saw in her hand was a kitchen knife. Not knowing when or how she got a hold of it she threw it in the sink shuddering at the loud clinking sound it made as it settled. 

“Can’t run from who you are Sam.” A deep voice echoed through her mind

Which in turn made Sam jump out of her skin but the voice was right. There was something wrong with her and she couldn’t get a grip on it. So Sam did what she does best and ran. Right out the front door and down the street back towards the park. 

Before she new it she was coming into view of Vince and his friends again. 

“Carpenter, back so soon?” Vince said trying to hide a sly smile. 

“I just need it to stop” Sam said march right up to him.

“Whoa whoa what are you talking about?” He asked trying to stepped back at her sudden closeness. 

“No, no questions. I just… I can’t handle this anymore. I can’t feel like this anymore” Sam said running her hands thought her hair. She was coming apart at her seams. 

One of the other kids that was there walked over to a pacing Sam. 

“Here you want this” They said holding out a joint to the clearly panic stricken girl. 

Sam slowly reached for it. Her hands shook as she tried to carefully grab the object of her desires. But Vince saw all too clearly that look of fear in her eye. So he reached out his hand to stop hers. 

“What the hell” Sam snapped at him like a dog nipping at its owner for taking its food. 

“You don’t want that. It will just make your more paranoid” Vince said while rummaging around in his pocket. 

“This is what you really want” He finished pulling a small pill out from his coat. 

“What is that?” Sam asked in a soft broken tone. 

“Xanax. All your little worries will be long gone with this baby” Vince said with a smile placing the pill into Sam’s hand. 

Without even thinking Sam swallowed the pill and walked over to the bench she was laying on before. Within minutes Sam started to feel better. It was the first time in a while someone was honest to her. All her worries were slowly drifting away along with herself. She doesn’t remember most of the night. Just the feeling of floating away. 

In the morning she woke to a killer headache in a house she didn’t quite recognize. Only to see Vince and the other kids all passed out around her. She made her way to the first bathroom she could find to try and wash up. She had another long day ahead of her and school was the last thing she wanted to attend. 

She turned the water on to wash her face. As she waited for the water to warm up she finally took in her appearance. Her hair was a tangled mess and her skin was pale from exhaustion. But mainly her eyes seemed haunted and tired. They were still blood shot from the drugs she took the night before. It made her shudder, the look of herself, she honestly didn’t really know who was staring back at her in that mirror. 

Sam tested the water again and slashed her face taking deep breaths as she fought off the impeding thoughts of what to do next. She knew she had a lot to face today. Yesterday was just so overwhelming it felt like her brain split in two. 

Wiping her face off she looked back up to see how well she washed off the last 24 hours. Only to see someone else staring back at her. She jumps out of her skin and fell to the floor. Trying to take deep breaths to calm down. 

“Come on Sam get it together. Nobody is there. It's fine. You're fine.” She says to calm herself down. 

Sam slowly stands back up and faces the mirror. Her legs turn to cement as an explosion of anxiety and fear spread all over her body. Her lips go numb and her hands shake as she stars none other than Billy Loomis in the eye.

“Y.. y… you’re not R…real. It’s just the drugs” Sam stutters out 

“We both know it’s not the drugs Sam. We both know why I’m here” Billy says in his hunting voice. 

Sam can feel a cold sweat run down her spine. She can feel the way a dark pit forms in the center of her body. She can feel how she wishes it was fear, how her heart yearns for her gut to tell her this is all wrong. But it doesn’t. The pit only grows as she stares her father in the eye and it feels like power. All consuming, all intoxicating power. Her hands start to itch causing her to look down breaking the connection Billy had with her. She examines her hands noticing things she never had before. The way they're covered in scars and bruises. The way they’ve been itching and burning every time her anger goes unchecked. The way they have the power to kill and how much they crave it. So, she shoves them in her pocket and bolts out the door. She can’t think of what’s next she only knows that nobody around her is safe. That what’s happening can’t be a coincidence, Sam is at fault and everybody knows it. 

Before Sam can get to the front door she runs right into Vince. Knocking them to the floor. 

“Fuck Carpenter” 

Sam ignores the boy and gets up to leave but he stops her before she can go, effectively catching her wrist in his grip. 

“Wait are you okay?” He asked noticing the shine in her eyes. 

“Its whatever. I gotta go” Sam said pulling her arm from his grasp. 

“Fine, just here” He said putting a small baggie filled with Xanax into her hand

“But I…” She started and was cut off before she could continue 

“You seem like you need it more than I do” He said with a soft smile 

“Thanks” She said with a nod and turned to leave. 

Upon making it outside and down the driveway Sam could feel the weight of the little baggie in her pocket. She pulled it out and looked down at it rubbing the plastic between her fingers. 

The back of her mind was buzzing with all the suppressed thoughts of what just happened. She knew that door would break eventually. 

“You can’t run from me Sam” A voice broke through her rattling mind causing her to pop another pill before she could even blink. 

In a nearby car she could she the outline of Billy glaring at her leaving perpetual goosebumps on her skin. But as the Xanax started to take effect her skin returned to its softness and her vision was clear. She relished in the way her mind grew quiet and her body got lighter. 

But with a quiet mind comes a lack of judgement. So Sam found herself standing in the kitchen of her own home when all of a sudden she felt a weight collide into her and wrap its arms around her. 

“Where were you?” Tara said clinging to Sam with all her strength. 

“What?” Sam said trying to push the doe eyed girl off her.

“You promised. You said you’d be here and you weren’t.” Taras voice broke as she looked up at Sam. Tears were already falling from Tara’s eyes before Sam could even understand what her baby sister was talking about.  

“You said we would watch movies and have popcorn. You lied” The hurt in Taras eyes was enough to cause Sam to sober up enough to at least communicate. 

Sam got down on her knees to better look Tara in the eyes. 

“Im so sorry. It’s just complicated Tara.” Sam said trying to sooth her little sister. 

But Tara just pushed out of her grip. The hurt in her eyes dissolved into betrayed. 

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” Tara asked causing Sam to rub them and look away. 

“Nothing their fine. It’s not a big deal, now can we please move on?” Sam’s tone was unnatural and out of place. She couldn’t quite grasp the situation at hand and was perpetually digging herself further into a whole she started 9 months ago. 

Tara walked over and grabbed her book bag by the front door.

“Your right Sam it’s not a big deal. Im gonna walk with the twins today.” Tara said and walked out the door. 

Sam could feel her heart shatter into a million pieces but nothing came of it. The drugs she took stopped the pain from reaching anywhere inside of her. She was numb but not in the ways like before. Funny enough she wanted to feel it this time. She needed it to. Maybe if she could have she wouldn’t have walked down this path. 

“And you said you’d never hurt her” said the devil up the stairs. 

Her mother had sent the last nail for Sam’s coffin because she was right. Sam hurt Tara and she couldn’t even care. She’s been hurting Tara without even noticing. She’s going to keep hurting Tara. She’s been predestined to destroy everything around her and theirs no stopping it now. So Sam pulled that small little baggie out of her pocket. The last whispers from the angle on her shoulder were screaming to stop. But she didn’t. She took another pill from the bag and popped it into her mouth and headed for the front door. 

“Where the hell do you think you're going Samantha? There was another murder last night and I cannot let you leave in good conscience.” Christina said trying to get under Sam’s skin. 

But Sam just turned back to her mother. Nothing in her eyes. 

Christina grew irritated at how unbothered Sam was towards her. 

“If you leave I'll call the cops. Don’t think I won’t Samantha.” She spewed losing her temper quicker than shed like. 

“Call them then. See what I care” Sam said slamming the front door behind her and walking down the driveway. 

“You come back here right now. Don’t you dare leave me Samantha. Come back. I swear to God don’t leave me.” Her mother yelled as she walked onto the grass of their home. 

Christina only wanted a play toy that would never leave. She wanted someone to abuse and project onto but would forgive her. That would bend and break to all her empty threats. She loved her toxic game of pushing and pulling. So when her father not father left for real Christina needed a new object to break. 

Tara was too weak and fragile she told herself but deep down she knew Sam was always going to protect her. It made her sick with jealousy. So when she pushed Samantha for the first time and saw a glimpse of those eyes she loved so many years ago, she relished in having a toy that didn’t easily break. 

“Your just like him. You're evil. You hear me Samantha, you’ve got the devil in your blood.” She was hysterical at this point. She knows she didn’t lose this time. Christina just didn’t think her new toy would stop playing the game.  

So no matter what her mother yelled from their yard, Sam just kept walking, letting the drugs take over her mind. She wasn’t mad, or sad, or scared. She wasn’t anything. She was completely empty. 

Sam then had one singular thought that changed the next 10 years of her life. 

Maybe if she could just stay empty, she wouldn’t be able to destroy the life around her. 

#I really hope this is good. I’m so nervous about it but hey I love it so ya🙃 #oh and sorry for sadness #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #scream #fuck christina carpenter #samantha carpenter #kirby reed

[psychofreakforc]

It's time we talk about this. But before that, FUCK CHRISTINA CARPENTER!!!

Idk why nobody talks about it, but Tara cutting her mother off because she chose Sam is such a big deal.

Her mother was literally the only thing she had when sam left. She might've been a horrible mother (considering the implications we got on their home life), but still, it's her mom, and Tara has never explicitly said anything bad about her. Not even when she only gave her a 10-minute call after she was almost murdered.

Tara definitely cared about her, but either way, she decided to support her sister because she loved her more. And that's not something you should take for granted, especially considering the amount of time they haven't seen each other.

Imagine how Tara must have felt when she realised that from now on, she won't even have a mother figure. She had already lost her father a long time ago, but at least, even if she wasn't a good mother, she had her. And now Sam is really the only thing she has left, and if she leaves again, Tara might lose an entire family, and that would only destroy her mental health even more.

Also, focusing on Sam, this is how i imagine it went. Sam was trying to stay in contact with her mother just for Tara. She was really trying to have a peaceful relationship with her to not create the same situation that Tara was forced to live in when they were young.

But then, Christina finds out that Sam has told Tara the truth, they fight, and she cuts her off. Tara didn't know about this because Sam was trying to hide it from her. But then she walks in on christina, shouting at Sam, and that's when everything goes downhill and Tara cuts her off.

They both have such a fucked up family, but at least they have each other :\

#oh and also #i love that this conversation happened with gale because that only proves that she is the closest thing to a mother for them #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #carpenter sisters #fuck christina carpenter

[thisonewhocanbreathe]

headcanon that when christina learnt tara was leaving with sam in scream v, she called her and told her ”now you chose: it's samantha or me.”

headcanon that tara replied ”i chose sam. i always chose sam. and i'll always do. you should know that by now.”

and then she hang up.

#tara carpenter #sam carpenter #carpenter sisters #fuck christina carpenter #scream v #boycott scream vii #idk just shower thoughts

[goosethepumpkin]

Mine. Only Mine.

this was requested by: @screamqueen10 (here is the tumblr version!!) in all honesty i have never written possessive before soo but anyways here it is!! (its like 3k words omg)

Tara Carpenter was the sweetest person ever, you could hurt her then apologise and she’d brush it off and completely forgive you. Her friends say it’s a pretty bad trait to have because what if you get exploited but that never worried her.

She was friends with THE Chad Meeks-Martin, certified jock (and idiot) and also the captain of the football team. Safe to say she was in great hands, she even had Wes who had at least tried to be on the football team but got put on the benches as backup instead, better than nothing right?

Tara also had her bestie Mindy Meeks-Martin who undoubtedly was the biggest film nerd ever but so was her uncle Randy so it might just run in the family. But this news was the biggest test for them all, they were getting a new student.

One to be rumoured to have ‘killed a kid because he was being obnoxiously loud and it was ruining my alone time.’ stabbed a kid because ‘he was in my personal space.’ And also broke another kids arm because ‘she wouldn’t move it, so I moved it for her.’

This was all very shocking news to the friend group because why on earth was Woodsboro High taking a criminal into the school? But the principal wouldn’t say anything so everyone just had to deal with it.

“I can’t believe the principal let a fucking killer into our school?” Chad groaned as he and Tara walked to their lockers.

“I know but maybe she’s changed? Those offences and charges could have been a very long time ago.” Tara replied, desperately trying to find the good in this new student.

“Tara, you’ve got to stop being so bright. Some people are going to be bad, when she inevitably comes please, do not make friends with her.” Chad pleaded with Tara looking at her straight into her eyes.

Tara rolled her eyes as she opened her locker and put her stuff back and got her bag so she could go home. As she started walking home, she noticed some lights in a house that hadn’t been used in a very long time.

“Huh, guess that’s where the new student lives.” Tara whispered to herself as she walked past the mansion.

——————

It was the next day, or otherwise known as the day where the potentially a murderer student was being introduced. As everyone sat down in their seats, desperately hoping that their class wouldn’t have the new student in it, one of the classes had the new student walk in.

And that class happened to be Chad and Tara’s class, this immediately freaked Chad out.

“Everyone, I’d like for all of you to give a warm welcome to Amber Freeman!” Their teacher announced as a girl with luscious long black hair and a leather jacket walked into the room.

She said no words and immediately sat down the nearest to the back as she could, which was filled up until everyone scattered. She then pulled out a cigarette and lit it before blatantly ignoring what everyone was saying to her. She didn’t give a fuck.

After a few minutes the teacher gave up on trying to get Amber to listen so she just continued her lesson, hoping that the smoke wouldn’t make the alarm go off. Surprising it didn’t and everyone was soon dismissed for lunch.

“So, is the new girl in any of y’all classes?” Mindy whispered to the group as she bent in.

“Nope.” Wes replied idly crunching on his salad that his mum homemade for him, just like every other day. He always got home cooked meals and never cafeteria food.

“Heh, yeah about that. She umm is in our class?” Chad said sheepishly as Mindy eyed him.

“Well she doesn’t seem too bad, only a person who doesn’t give a f and smokes a lot. No injuries yet!” Tara laughed trying to lighten the tense moment.

But as she was looking around, she spotted Amber sitting alone outside through a window looking a little bit sad. And immediately Tara’s heart sank and she stood up and went in Amber’s direction. Her friends being a little too caught up in a heated argument to notice her absence.

“Hey.” Tara smiled at Amber as Amber took her headphones off. Amber was unsure of this person but it’s better to get to know them before chopping off their limbs right?

“Hi.” Amber replied back, putting on her most convincing smile she could.

“My names Tara, Tara Carpenter and I like your jacket is it your favourite?” Tara smiled once again before sitting next to Amber.

“Well Tara Tara Carpenter, my name is Amber Amber Freeman and yes it is, the first thing I purchased after someone gave me money begging me not to kill them.” Amber snickered both at the name thing and at the memory of that tiny rich brat boy begging in his knees.

Tara froze for a second before reassuring herself that Amber had probably changed and so far her sense of humour was amazing, just like Tara’s. So, the two of them kept talking throughout the break both exchanging subtle jokes and laughing about it.

Amber was ecstatic about her new friend and frankly, she couldn’t get enough of her. They had exchanged phone numbers and kept texting everyday through morning till night. No one had ever given Amber a second chance before and she kept thinking of how lucky she was to be friends with Tara because she really was the sweetest person in the world, it was like the world didn’t deserve her. Or it was like no one deserved her, and she was to be hers only. She wanted Tara.

But Amber shut those thoughts away quickly, she and Tara still hadn’t talked enough and maybe this was all a fluke? But what if it wasn’t? And before long Amber would soon know that it wasn’t a fluke or a lie. Tara was genuinely a good person and kept forgiving Amber even when she told Tara the stories of what she did to a little boy because he was being messy and getting the whole place covered with germs, so she had to stop him some how.

Sooner or later, the two of them began dating, much to Tara’s friend groups dismay. But to Tara it was like a whole new world. The two of them started sharing little kisses in between classes and always met up at Amber’s house after school. It was like a fairytale, but fairytales don’t always end well.

It started off small but Amber soon started to follow Tara around everywhere, like a big bodyguard with her 5’6 height and her toned muscles and Abs showing that she went to the gym a lot. But anytime Tara would receive a compliment that sounded like a flirt Amber would death glare that person.

Tara hadn’t noticed, she just thought it was cute that Amber followed her everywhere and plus she could kiss Amber whenever she wanted. The two of them were inseparable and were constantly holding hands like a cute couple. Totally not because Amber never wanted to let Tara go.

But one day when Tara’s friends invited Tara over for a sleepover and not Amber as well, Amber got irritated and stared hard at Mindy who had organised the whole thing. Mindy thought it was very intimidating but she was Tara’s friend so Amber wouldn’t hurt her, right?

Well she didn’t, but instead Tara didn’t go to the sleepover insisting that Amber really didn’t want her to go and even pulled the puppy eyes and she couldn’t say no to Amber. Her friends were not very happy that they were ditched for a criminal, but every time they bring that subject up little Tara always says that she’s changed. And then Amber smirks.

Eventually Tara stopped hanging out with her friends, she was only hanging out with Amber and the two of them were having a hell of a lot of fun together. But after a few weeks Tara missed her friends and approached them one day when Amber was being held back in class because the English teacher was fed up with her low participation and grades rate.

But as soon as she started to open her mouth to say ‘hi’, Amber appeared out of no where with suddenly a bit of darker shade in her eyes and an expression that practically spelt out ‘stay away’. And then she dragged Tara away from her friends but not before muttering a few words.

“Stay away from her.” Amber growled as a slight hint of feral energy showed.

Tara was confused and pleaded with Amber that she wanted to go see her friends but Amber didn’t allow her and instead smashed her lips against Tara’s declaring that she was hers. And only hers.

And it didn’t get better from there, every time someone liked one of Tara’s posts on instagram, whoever had liked it immediately unliked it and soon after avoided Tara as if she had the bubonic plague or something. And she had no idea why.

Every time she approached someone they’d run away and scream, Tara was 5’1. But she did manage to find Wes alone. So, the two of them started talking again for the break while Amber was no where to be seen and Tara was thankful for that. Amber had been getting a little in her nerves lately and she didn’t know how to feel about that.

After Wes and Tara had their long overdue friend conversation, Amber had found Tara once again and after glancing in Wes’s direction, her eyes darkened. Amber knew her Tara had been speaking to someone else. And that was unacceptable.

The next day Wes Hicks was found dead in the boys bathroom. Everyone was mortified at the sight of Wes, or well the remaining parts of Wes. Especially because most of his body parts fell off during the transportation outside of the bathroom.

He was sliced up with his head being the most damaged. And his arms and feet being cut off into tiny pieces, as if his killer had a lot of fun stabbing and chopping him up. Tara and the rest of her friends were so shocked and Tara quickly ran to her friends for comfort as Amber wasn’t there for some reason.

She had found this person on Tara’s socials, Frankie was it? He was liking for too many of Tara’s posts to be ‘a normal person’ so there was only one solution to this pest problem. Get rid of him, he was being too obsessed with Tara. And Tara was hers and only hers.

Frankie was found dead in his apartment complex several days after, as he was living by himself with no one to care for him so it took a little while longer. Tara was a bit confused because there was this guy called Frankie who had liked a bunch of her posts?

She was starting to freak out a little bit, was the love of her life killing people? No that couldn’t possibly be it. While in her slight dilemma, Amber had crawled through the window and kissed Tara on the neck.

“Hey babe how you doing?” Amber smiled radiantly as she pecked Tara on the cheek.

“I’m doing great Amber.” Tara replied back sheepishly not wanting to make eye contact.

“If you’re wondering about the deaths, they weren’t me don’t worry. But either way good for them, they were getting a little too close to you, don’t you think? You’re mine.” Amber smiled maniacally as the lie of the deaths slipped right off her tongue. And the way she said ‘You’re mine’ had an interesting touch of some beastly nature but Tara couldn’t pick it up.

Not when Amber was kissing Tara so adoringly. And the two of them were not heard from the rest of the night.

——————

“Is anyone else concerned for Tara?” Chad asked worriedly and quickly.

“Yeah boy, it’s not a fucking coincidence that little boy Wesley got fucking killed because I know what I saw. He was talking to sweet angel Tara and I bet it’s all that bitch’s fault.” Mindy groaned in anger as she mourned the loss of her dear friend.

“Also why’d you say anyone else, it’s just me and you bro.” Mindy chuckled.

“Well force of habit, I’m not used to Wessy not being here okay?” Chad grabbed his head in frustration. Mindy looked at Chad in confusion because who the fuck calls Wes ‘Wessy’ but decided to ignore it for now.

“Oh and Mindy? Liv said she was going to check in on Tara.” Chad said as he flopped onto his bed.

“WHAT THE FUCK? Tell her no right now Chad!! CHAD??” Mindy yelled frantically as she reached for his phone.

“What? We need someone to check on Tara and hell no Ami risking me or you to check in on her. Liv said she’d do it so she’s gonna do it.” Chad replied after snatching his phone back.

“She’s your fucking girlfriend??” Mindy looked at Chad in shock.

“Well yeah but you’re my sister?” He replied like it was obvious, but in reality Mindy would give up Chad for her girlfriend, if she had one.

That same day, Liv McKenzie was found dead on the pavement of the Carpenter household, Tara knew exactly what happened. Liv had entered the house wanting to see Tara and check in on her. Christina Carpenter was of course absent and no where to be found so Amber had actually answered the door

And as soon as Tara had come down the stairs, she saw her girlfriend and a dead Liv McKenzie at the front door. She was immediately freaked out and ran to her room. She couldn’t believe it, Amber had killed somebody, fuck she probably killed Wes and Frankie too.

As Tara held herself together she listened as Ambers heavy combat boots hit the ground until they came to a halt.

“I’m sorry babe please just listen to me.” Amber begged.

“Go the fuck away Amber. I trusted you, I thought you had changed.” Tara cried as she shed tears.

“Tara you don’t understand! These fuckers were trying to steal you away from me! Steal our time together! Everything! I love you Tara. And you are mine and I am not going to let these motherfuckers steal our time together. Please let me back in, I love you Tara.” Amber pleaded as she stood against the door.

Tara couldn’t believe what she just heard, spending time with someone counted as stealing? So, everyone she hung out with was in danger which she did not want. This revelation had practically ruined her life. All she wanted was to be a good girl, a perfect girl. She had her friend group and she even had a lover but not everything could be perfect.

As the next few days came by, Tara tried her hardest to avoid Amber but it didn’t work. Every corner Amber was lurking, no matter where Tara was Amber was there as well. In all honesty, Tara didn’t like it because not only was every move of hers was being monitored she knew that as soon as she came into contact with somebody, she would’ve just signed their death contract.

And that was further proved when she approached Gina, a harmless girl who was involved with dance. It was a stupid moment where Tara liked Gina’s outfit and decided to compliment her and before she knew it, Gina was dead in the floor with a very irritated Amber on top.

“She is mine, ONLY MINE!” Amber growled as she stabbed Gina over and over again before Amber stared at Tara.

“Amber you have to stop.” Tara demanded as she shakily stared at Amber in the eyes.

“I can’t. You are mine. I love you. And nothing will keep us apart.” Amber stated as her eyes grew an even darker shade of black and started slitting.

Tara noticed it and got overwhelmed and ran off into the distance before checking behind her to make sure Amber wasn’t following. Of course Amber following her, so Tara kept running. She didn’t care where the fuck she ended up at she just needed to make sure Amber couldn’t see her phone.

-top 4!!-

goblino shortino: HELP GUYS WE NEED TO KILL AMBER.

film geek: one step ahead of ya girl SHIT WONT SHE SEE THIS??

goblino shortino: no I’m running rn autocorrects saving ducking lives rn

film geek: ok gal wut da plan??

goblino shortino : just fucking kill her?. Idk FUCKK

film geek: TARA?? OH SHKIDHYHS

———

“Uh hi Amber!” Chad nervously said as he backed up into a corner, after just witnessing his sister’s death.

“Hi. Chad was it?” Amber giggled as she spun her knife around her finger.

“Yeah, you’re not gonna kill me are you?” He asked whilst staring at the knife she was spinning.

“Oh no, your sister was texting my girl so she had to be removed. Because you all do know she is mine right? And none of you are allowed to touch, talk, or even text what is mine. Especially Tara, she is just the sweetest girl, and she’s mine.” Amber growled deeply as her eyes yet again had somehow turned even darker, just bordering of pitch black.

“Oh yep yep yep! I understand Amber. No texting or talking or interacting with your girl ok got it!” Chad put on a fake smile as he signalled a thumbs up towards Amber. In which she smiled like a maniac back to. Her eyes being fully pitch black now, matching her leather jacket and her pants which had too many pockets.

As the two of them kept talking, about the do’s and do nots of interaction, Chad soon noticed something. Tara had snuck into his house and was currently holding a gun, he had no idea where the fuck she found a gun but Amber probably had a bunch. Mostly because she had an insane amount of pockets, presumably for her many weapons.

As time ticked on by and Chad had almost run out of things to say, he quickly ran past Amber, managing only to get a slice across his leg and Tara had pulled the trigger. She had killed Amber.

The bullet went straight through her head and there was a huge amount of blood rushing from her head into the floor. Which made the floor even more bloodstained than it was before. Chad quickly ran up to Mindy who had been brutally stabbed in the heart and stomach and he sobbed.

He let the tears flow and flow as he shook Mindy’s dead body, finally processing everything after the adrenaline and being cornered by Amber had rendered him unable to think about anything. Tara on the other hand, was looking at her hand, with the gun in it.

Tara had fallen in love with a criminal. She found mountains of weapons in Amber’s house. Tara beat herself up for falling for Amber because if she didn’t then Wes would still be alive. Gina would too and so would Mindy. So much unnecessary pain for everyone.

If she didn’t just forgive Amber. The broody, mysterious, and dark girl with a sketchy past. But either way she was still in love, so it hurt for her too. And no one knew this but Amber did have three extremely possessive last words.

“Tara is mine.”

#tamber #tara carpenter #amber freeman #wes hicks #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin #christina carpenter #fuck christina carpenter #tumblr fic #crossposted from ao3

[doctorwhoarchive]

haven’t stopped thinking about this specific part of the script and the implications of it for a few weeks now

#fuck christina carpenter !! #I’ll take whatever christina crumbs I can get #what does quinn know about christina that I don’t #nah but fr with how much their mom is brought up within the movies she HAS to be in 7 right? #RIGHT?!.!. #she’s too integral to how sam and tara ended up the way they did to not show her #let sam kill christina in 7 idk🤭 #if she doesn’t I’ll do it myself #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #scream

[krikeymate]

Gale: there they are, my daughters

Kirby: again, I'm like 30, and also I do have parents

Sam: sweet, improvement

Tara: nice, can't believe I got to punch both of my mothers

Gale: *blinking meme*

Sam: you... punched mom?

Tara: in my defence, she punched me first

Sam: she fucking WHAT

Tara: chill, it was ages ago, I was like 14

Sam: *vibrating with anger*

Kirby: *holding her gun out to Sam*

Gale: *confiscating the gun*

#/mp #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #Kirby Reed #Gale Weathers #fuck christina carpenter club #family dynamics tag #i just think the Carpenter parents were both terrible people but they were sometimes ok when the girls behaved so they loved them anyway #you can tell how much i love Sam & Tara because i like to make their life so much worse and more traumatic

[dreamersbcll]

Sam has to watch Christina killing tara

“You missed my heart”

she got me good, i knew she would

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Sam doesn't know what happened.

That was a lie. She knew what would happen if she left. Through all the drugs and alcohol in her bloodstream, she knew all too well what would happen the minute she escaped the lion’s den.

Christina Carpenter was starving for something to sink her teeth into, and Tara was there, ripe for the taking.

And yet, Sam left. She escaped into the darkness on the eve of her eighteenth birthday and ran far, far away from the town that raised her. She escaped by the skin of her teeth, a permanent scowl etched on her lips, and never looked back.

Or at least she tried.

Somewhere around her twenty-first birthday, Sam could feel it there. A gnawing, aching pain in her stomach, a pus-filled that sat there and festered in her gut.

Guilt.

She knows well that her escapade into the night was just signing the death certificate for her little sister. It was the last chess move, the one that stopped the game of chicken she had been playing with her mother ever since Tara learned to walk.

Sam saw how her mother watched Tara. Predatory. Christina was constantly sizing up the small girl, drinking in her strengths, capitalizing on her weaknesses.

The difference between the sisters was simple, besides the height, of course. Sam was a Loomis. She knew how to fight, how to live on scraps, how to defend herself. Tara was a Carpenter; she knew how to run, how to hide. All would be well if their mother weren’t a combination of both.

Christina fell in love with Loomis first, after all. It was only a matter of time before she attacked the thing about herself that she hated the most—the Carpenter name.

Sam would kill her if Tara had let her. She was itching, always itching to take out the woman who stared down her little girl like she was wounded prey, ripe for the picking. Even while inebriated, Sam knew that she had to be ready for the fight that would eventually come.

And the fight did indeed come, later than Sam thought it would. It was the night of Tara’s sixteenth birthday; while Sam was lighting the candle of the little cupcake she bought at the grocery store where she worked, she received a text.

Tara: SOS. mom

It took Sam an hour flat to pull her car into the front yard of the home that she once lived in.

She flew out of the car, not even bothering to wear a seatbelt. In one hand, she clutched her phone, the other a rusty hammer she found in an old toolbox at work.

From outside, she could hear screaming. How none of the neighbors heard it was a mystery to her. But it didn't matter. Sam was here. And she was hungry for blood.

Sam threw open the front door, following the screaming to the kitchen. There, she saw a sight that would be forever burned into her mind: one that would keep her up at night, rip her awake from her sleep, screaming and clawing at the skin she lived within.

Christina had Tara pinned to the ground, bloody hands wrapped around her little sister’s throat, pressing down hard. Tara’s eyes were bloodshot, and her nails dug into Christina’s hands, clawing at the skin that took away her breath. Gasping and shaking, Tara was trying to fight back, black bruises blooming across her cheek, dried blood staining her nostrils.

The hammer in Sam’s hands shook, her body frozen in shock. She wasn’t sure what was worse- the fact that Tara couldn’t see Sam was here now or the way Christina looked up at Sam’s frozen body and grinned at her. As if she was sure that her firstborn would turn around and run away again and let the lion take down the prey it deserved.

But Sam had already promised herself that she would never run again. And that the hammer in her hands wasn’t going to leave without blood caked onto its cold steel.

Within seconds, Sam ripped Christina off of her sister and threw the woman across the floor, relishing in how she skittered across the tile like a loose penny. Sam reached down and pulled Tara up by her armpits, forcing the girl to her feet and shoving her down the hallway, leaving the girl to catch her breath on her own. Choking but alive, Tara stumbled away, her eyes shining with something close to relief and joy.

Satisfied that her sister was out of the way, Sam returned to her mother, teeth bared. Her mother was already up and on her feet, her eyes darkening at the sight of her vengeful firstborn. Christina’s eyes flitted down, briefly taking in the weapon in Sam’s hand.

“And so she returns,” the woman sneers, her voice cold.

Sam smiled a vast, unforgiving grin. “I heard you were missing a Loomis in your life. Too bad the first one died like a little bitch,” she retorted.

Her mother sneered. “Say hi to him, won’t you?”

And the two collided.

Luckily for Sam, dreams do come true. Sam did get to kill their mother. She took it slow. Each movement was drawn out, careful calculations to inflict the most pain. Dull thuds of a hammer could be heard, blood spattering the kitchen and skin of the daughter Christina Carpenter loathed. It was over in an hour. Two tops.

After her mother’s body finally hit the floor with a splat, Sam pulled away, breathing hard, admiring her work. If she weren’t so enamored with her bloodlust, she would’ve noticed her little sister creep back into the kitchen, gasping at the sight.

Shit.

Tara pressed herself against her big sister’s side, seemingly ignoring the blood that dripped down Sam’s forearms. Both sisters stood in silence, looking at the body that gave them life, now dead on their kitchen floor.

Sam wasn’t an idiot. She could feel Tara’s breaths picking up, the guilt of not being strong enough consuming her. The shame of losing another parent because she just wasn’t worth it.

Fuck that. Tara was always worth it to Sam, even if Sam ran away, too.

Sam glanced down at Tara, the adrenaline in her body fading as she saw the sadness in her little sister’s eyes. Her fingers twitched, one hand still grasping onto the bloody hammer. All she wanted to do was cup her little sister's face between her bloodstained hands and whisper,

We’re connected to her by pure coincidence. It’s by blood, but it’s all relative. She is not you. You are not her. I won’t let you become her. I promise.

Instead, Sam lays her free hand on Tara’s shoulder, ignoring how her girl flinches a bit at the action. She gently squeezes Tara’s shoulder and softly repeats the same chant repeatedly. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m here, I’m here now.”

“She’s dead,” Tara breathed, her voice cracking with emotion.

Wincing, Sam nods. Their mother was nothing but a crumpled corpse on their kitchen floor, her blood painting the tiles that still had the sisters' blood caked onto it. History repeating itself. Blood of the mother returning to her daughters.

But Sam couldn’t dwell on that now. Christina was dead. Tara was battered and bruised but alive. Sam was back. It was time for her to take her little girl away, far away, from this town and the blood they spilled in it.

Clearing her throat, Sam squeezed Tara’s shoulder particularly hard, forcing the girl to listen to her. “We’ve been in her fists ever since we were little kids. But we don’t owe her shit. Not anymore. Not ever again,” Sam paused, looking down at Tara’s stunned face.

Dropping the hammer to the ground, ignoring the dull thunk that echoed throughout the quiet house. She got down on one knee, cupping Tara’s face, pressing her forehead against her little sister’s.

Sam breathed in and out, her adrenaline fading. “She won’t ever touch you again.”

She pressed their foreheads together hard, trying to force that truth into Tara’s head. She knows her little sister. Sam knows that Tara is wondering, wondering what if Christina gets up and finishes the job? What if she comes alive before their eyes? The devil can’t die, can he?

Sam can see it all in her little girl’s eyes. And it kills her.

Tara swallowed hard, one hand shaking up to touch the ring of bruises strung across her throat. Sam winced at the action, her heart straining. If only she were quicker. Then maybe, just maybe, Tara wouldn’t have to witness the carnage that came after.

But it didn’t matter. Her little girl closed her eyes, her eyelids fluttering in quiet solace. Softly, Tara spoke, her voice still. “Promise?”

Sam breathed out, a little smile creeping across her face.

“I promise.”

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #fuck christina carpenter club #scream vi #AU: i’ve got blood on my hands

[ethan-nestor-owns-my-heart]

Deleted scene from the Scream (2022) first draft

#scream #scream V #scream 2022 #sam carpenter #samantha carpenter #sam #tara #tara carpenter #tara carpenter protection squad #Christina carpenter #melissa barrera #Jenna Ortega #radio silence #horror #first draft #script #scream movie #deleted scene #carpenter sisters #fuck sam and Tara’s mum

[autism-swagger]

Girls when they remember the implications about Sam and Tara's childhood/home life

#it's me I'm girls #like even disregarding headcanons. even if we're talking purely stuff that is in canon. it does Not paint a good picture #it's much more evident in the original script for 5 #but it's still very much there even in the final product #and it makes me SAD!! #fuck Christina Carpenter all my my homies hate Christina Carpenter #yknow what fuck Mr. Carpenter too #horror tag #og fandom post tag

[lionydoorin]

Since I know you want to put Tara in the blender — how do you think Christina Carpenter handled Sam’s leaving to Tara?

😁 what makes you think i would ever wanna put tara in the blender

i think this could go one of two ways: either christina doesn't tell her (in fact, she doesn't give a fuck about sam leaving and doesn't bother in telling tara) and tara discovers by herself or she storms into tara's room drunk out of her mind and lashes out on her.

whether christina tells her or not, i feel that sam still checks in on tara one last time before she leaves. they were already distant by then, but her love for her sister surpassed anything and she knew she had to properly say goodbye. tara doesn't see or remember it, though, because sam makes sure to sneak into her room in the middle of the night to kiss her forehead and caress her hair one last time.

tara only shifts a little and nuzzles unconsciously into her touch.

when she's up, a few hours later, she feels something is different. tara can't pinpoint exactly what, but something's different when she sits down to eat her cereal and her mother is already mixing a drink with her morning coffee.

something is different when she leaves for class and doesn't see sam's shoes by the door — sam never wakes up early, not since she graduated. she figures, probably, that sam might've not even come home last night, too busy getting high somewhere to even bother.

but a certain knot on her throat bothers her for the rest of the day.

in the "christina doesn't give a fuck" scenario, when tara is back, her mother is probably passed out on the couch with a few bottles around her, a half-empty whiskey one in her hand. tara walks up the stairs in the direction of her room, but stops as she passes by sam's closed door.

the sense of something being wrong comes back to her.

she knocks on her sister's door, opens it when she gets no response. the room is empty and surprisingly tidy — no sheets or discarded clothes on the floor, an empty trashcan, not a single candy wrap or piece of paper adorning the floor. the closet is open, displaying a completely empty clothing rack; emptied shelves, open drawers, and a single picture on the board she kept up.

sam and tara when they went camping eight years prior, hugging each other with a big smile, mud and dirt all over them.

tears well up in tara's eyes as she removes the picture from the pin board, tracing her fingers through sam's face. she huffs, turning back and storming out of the room, heavy steps as she stomps into the living room and stops in front of her mother.

"where is she," she all but demands, anger in her tone, squeezing the picture against her hand. when christina doesn't respond, she continues, "where is she, mom? what did you do to sam?"

her mother groans, covering her face with her free arm as she turns, bottle twitching on her hand and dripping whiskey on the floor. "out."

"why is her room empty? why did she leave? why won't you tell me anyth-"

"i don't fucking know, tara!" her mother shoots up, dizzy, drowsy voice from the alcohol in her veins. she spills her drink again as she shifts, drops of it hitting tara's face as she backs off. "and you should be glad your bitch of a sister finally decided to leave this house. she was nothing but trouble, and ruins everything she touches, so she might as well fuck up her own life somewhere else."

"fuck up her own life? she's the one fucking things up, mom?" tara scoffs, throwing her arms up as she points at the mess of a house they're living in. "this is your fault. you're the one who didn't handle dad leaving and decided to make it our problem. if she's trouble, she's your doing, you're the one who ruins everyth-"

tara is cut short by her mother slapping her face.

"you. don't know what you're saying." the same hand that slapped tara is now poking her chest, her body leaning over hers in drunkenness. "and you're a stupid cunt, just like her."

tara is stuck in place, shoulders shaking as she cries and breathing cut short by her sobs.

"now get the fuck out of my sight. and don't you ever talk to me like that again, tara."

#tara carpenter #fuck christina carpenter club! 😁 #scream #ma talks scream #ask #kirbycarpenter #this is my last tara angst thing for now. i should probably give her a break from the blender #ma ur writing

[smolmakerel]

Warning: slight vomit in 1 early paragraph

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Teeth chattering filled the bathroom space followed by ragged gasps. Then the chattering continued.

Tara was sick. She couldn't get sick. Being sick was a weakness, and she needed to get to school. She couldn't risk her mamá finding out she took a day off to recover.

She blinked her eyes opened and blinked away the film of exhaustion glazing over her irises. She took in a deep, chilly breath from the bathroom's freezing temperature. She coughed suddenly, unable to handle the biting frost in her airway.

She needed to - She needed to get warmer. That should get rid of the fever bashing into her skull.

Her weak arms moved and her torso twisted. She reached for the shower from the closed toilet seat, fell, and halfway caught herself on the side of the tub. The solid wall hugged the soft of her stomach and the bottom of her ribs. She gasped for air, trying to take the pressure off of her stomach.

A low, wet belch erupted from her mouth and acid rose. All of what she had earlier - Sammy insisted on chicken broth - was dripping from her mouth and rushing down the dry tub to the drain. Tara watched in a strange fascination.

"Okay... Okay, you got this, Tara, ev'rythin's gonna be alright," Tara drunkenly reassured herself. "Todo va... Mhm, 'M okay. Just gotta..."

Tara pushed all of her weight up onto her hands. Her stomach rolled at the change in height. Vertigo set in. She wobbled and tipped until she somehow was crumpled into a ball of body pain and misery. Groaning, she reached blindly up and turned the shower handle to the right.

She nearly shrieked as ice pelted her face. She froze up, teeth chattering harder than before. Her clothes were soaked already. They needed to come off. She had to feel all of the heat. She needed to warm up.

Hands shaking, Tara peeled her shirt off of her body before following with her sweatpants. They were supposed to go on the mat on the other side of the tub, but Tara's aim was off and it landed behind her.

Her hands fidget with the clasp of her bra, determined to also take it off but not precise enough to grab and unhook it. She briefly contemplated shucking it off like a shirt, but she thought if she raised her arms again more liquid would come out.

She grimaced as she remembered the shrinking streak of her own vomit she was sitting in. It was all she could smell now, all she could focus on.

'Mamá is gonna kill me.'

Fear.

Tara gasped for breath, turned her body so she could feel an equal spray on her clammy skin. She had to get better quickly.

The bathroom was foggy, and Tara's skin tingled. She glanced down at her body and was surprised at the bright red on a little less than half of her body.

Her fear combined with confusion.

Wasn't this supposed to work? Why didn't she feel better? Mamá was gonna be so mad at her.

Tears started to cascade down her face. She was embarrassed for herself. How did she manage to do nothing for the past...

She was pathetic. She was weak.

Her soft cries turned to hyperventilating. Her blubbering was childish and was going to get her into even more trouble.

There was a knock at the bathroom door. Tara's cries grew choked from terror.

She could hear her name being called. The doorknob was rapidly twisting and the door shook in the frame.

She was trying to get inside. She can't get inside, not yet, Tara wasn't ready yet she couldn't do it, she couldn't come in yet, no no no no!

The door finally opened, the door just barely hanging on its hinges.

A woman was standing in the doorframe. She looked like mamá but... kinder? Softer?

Tara didn't trust it. She can't be burned again, she won't allow it.

The woman came closer, and Tara braced herself.

The water turned off.

"Tara, that water's too hot for you," the woman gently scolded her, but she didn't sound angry at all. Of all the emotions Tara thought would be experienced in the bathroom, concern was not one. It threw the girl through a loop. "What are you doing up? You're supposed to be sleeping, mija."

Tara didn't get a chance to frantically apologize to the woman before she was lifted up in a towel. Her knees wobbled once her feet were back on the ground. The woman had her hands on the towel, dutifully drying Tara as best as she could.

"Stop it." Tara weakly pushed the hands away. The woman faltered before her face set. Tara flinched. "'M sorry."

The woman eyed her, but Tara was already losing herself mentally. Her vision was blurring enough for her to go to her safe space. Sammy was there. She always was.

She was quite literally shaken into awareness. She slowly blinked, taking in the new environment of her bedroom. In New York. Sam.

"Where's... Sam?" Tara rasped weakly to the woman.

"You're sick, Tara, you need to rest -"

"No! No, I need Sam! Sam! Sam!" Tara stood. The towel pooled around her ankles. "Sam!"

The woman bent down and grabbed the towel and put it back around her shoulders. Tara hissed and tried to knock the fussy hands away from her, overwhelmed and heartbroken.

Sam left. She's alone with the woman who looks like mamá.

It's only when the short adrenaline rush wears off that the woman is able to sit Tara back down on the foot of the bed, Tara was sobbing. She wasn't even hiding it. She was worthless.

"Work with me, okay? Come on, I got you, I got you. Shh shh shh," the woman cooed and it was calming the girl's erratic breathing. "That's it, you got it. Focus of me and we'll get through this."

Tara was in disbelief. Surely this couldn't be her mamá. Instead of getting kinder with age and growing wisdom, mamá grew bitter and fast to anger. Why do a total 180? To trick Tara?

"Arms up, cariño."

Tara lifted her arms. The towel fell again, but a familiar smell washed over her. She grabbed the collar of her new shirt and brought it up to her nose, sniffing it without shame. Her throat burned and she began to cry.

Hands gently stroked the hair out of her face. Tara hated how quickly she leaned into the warm touch.

"What's wrong?" The woman checked in.

Tara shook her head. "Sa-Sam - She's not comin' back..!" She wailed. Her shoulders shook and her chest heaved, panic was beginning to set in. "I drove 'er off, I did it, I know it! She left me again, I ne-eed her - please, I-I need Sam! Sam!"

Her broken breathing was interrupted as the woman pressed their foreheads together. Tara sharply cut her head to the side. That was only for her and Sam! Not a mamá lookalike.

The woman pressed her hand to the side of Tara's face and neck. Slowly, like a kitten learning how to trust the hand feeding it, Tara turned to the palm and accepted it.

The woman starts, "We don't have much left to do, okay? Just some comfortable pants and -"

"Sam."

The woman stopped, more focused on Tara than ever. "Yes?"

Tara flinched, she looked away. "I want Sam. Nothin' else."

"Not even some pants?"

Shaking her head, Tara stood up and lost her balance. She fell on the woman and grabbed onto her shoulders.

"S-sorry," Tara whimpered.

The woman simply reached down and urged her to step into new sweatpants. Tara's favorite pair - Sam bought them for her - they have Lilo and Stitch on one of the legs. The sudden thought of her missing sister slammed into her.

She was lifted into the air, hugged tightly. Tara squeezed the woman's shoulders with her arms, and her nose nuzzled into her neck.

Her back was laid against the bed. She clung to the woman when she tried to leave. The woman eased her down each time a frisson of nervousness for her sister hit her aching body.

"You're okay, you're okay, I'm not going anywhere," she assured Tara who, in relief, went limp on the bed. The woman knelt by the bed, fingers carding through Tara's damp hair.

The action soothed Tara more than she liked to admit. She shuffled on the bed to lay on her side, trying to soak up the affection better.

Her eyes were heavy, weighed down by sickness and exhaustion. As soon as her eyelids closed, she snapped them back open.

The woman frowned. Her thumb brushed across the dust of freckles on her cheeks.

"Don't leave me," Tara whispered.

"Never," the woman responded quickly. Her eyes softened. "Go to sleep, Tara. I'll be here when you wake up."

A low whine of relief escaped her. With the permission to fall asleep, Tara relaxed. Her vision went black and she was sucked into a decent sleep.

When she groggily woke up, she could hear Sam talking in a hushed whisper on the phone. At first she was curious, but theen she just barely heard to oh-so familiar voice of Danny calling Sam "princess" and wanted to levitate to another plane of existence. It was always so cringy.

Sam noticed Tara blearily watching her and quickly ended the conversation without saying bye. Danny was going to pout over that, Tara knew it.

"Go back to sleep, cariño." Sam fixed the cool cloth on Tara's forehead and brushed her knuckles down her cheek.

Tara floated into unconsciousness once again. She was safe. Sam was here.

#tara carpenter #sam carpenter #fuck christina carpenter #my writing #scream #scream 2022 #scream vi #this didn't turn out how i wanted it #but it isn't that bad so I'm not scrapping it lol #enjoy

[samcscreams]

Theres nothing you can do that would make me leave

Hi friends and Happy Halloween! Here is a Halloween one shot nobody asked for. I had so much fun writing this one. I do hope you all enjoy. Also if you want to read on AO3 here's the link.

Also shout out to @monarchsrus and Baileyrhapsody for their help while writing. I am nothing without the help of my friends!

Also I am dyslexic and will proof read more later! Please bare with me until then.

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It had only been a month since she killed Richie. A month since her eye’s had glowed and she brushed it off as her meds not working. A month since something inside her shifted. In the moment it was easy to brush off, to say it was exhaustion or the comedown after intense trauma. But with each day that passed Sam found it harder and harder to ignore. 

It started small in the beginning. Her stab wound healed in an unnatural amount of time. Then her temper started to get out of control. Then Tara noticed almost every time Sam picked up a glass it would shatter. Sam had an excuse for everything and anything Tara questioned. That was until the nightmares got out of control. 

Every one was the same. A dark beast, a wolf, chasing Sam relentlessly gaining on her heels causing her to wake in a broken sweat. It felt as though each time she had the dream the wolf got closer and closer to attacking. Tara would wake up to find Sam curled up at the foot of her bed whimpering like a dog but as soon as she brought it up to Sam, she acted like it didn’t happen. 

The real final straw was when Tara would say things under her breath and Sam would hear her word for word. 

“Baby girl you have to eat so you can take your meds.” Sam said in a gentle yet firm tone as she walked away, into the kitchen to make herself some food. 

“I don’t even like casserole” Tara muttered under her breath. 

“If you had told me that I wouldn’t have made it” Sam yelled from the kitchen leaving Tara in utter bewilderment. 

Tara felt a million questions flash in her mind, something was off with her sister and she needed to figure out what. 

A few days had pasted since then and Sam found herself having another sleepless night. She shook awake hearing herself yelp out in her sleep. The cold light from the near full moon illuminated her room. She turned over and grabbed her phone to check the time. 

“4:48. Perfect” She said setting her phone back down. Every night she seemed to be getting less and less sleep. She had only fell asleep two hours ago, it was like her body was restless and needed to move. 

Getting out of bed she headed to the bathroom, she realized that after waking up she was covered in sweat so she might as well clean herself up. 

Once making it into the bathroom Sam stood in front of the sink and took herself in. She noticed the dark circles under her eyes from her lack of sleep and the way her body seemed on edge as if it was looking for a fight. 

She turned the faucet on and ran the water until it turned warm. She splashed her face hoping the warmth of the water would relax her body. Once she was done she dried her face off and looked at her reflection. 

Her eyes flashed a golden yellow causing her to stumble back. She rubbed her eye hard as if it was simply something in her eye. Sam looked up again to see her dark brown iris’s staring back at her. 

She took a deep breath as she griped the sink accidentally letting her mind wander to memories from the past month. 

The way she constantly felt on edge, how she couldn’t control her strength, how everything was always so loud. The mere thought of why sent a chill down her spine.

Sam looked up once more to see her eye glowing again, but this time she didn’t look away. Something in the back of her mind knew the truth but she could never say it. Admitting it out loud would be more insane than just thinking it. Yet she could feel her bones vibrating beneath her skin, the way her teeth ached inside her gums, and how the porcelain sink started to crack under her grip. She wasn’t in control. 

Just then she heard a knock on the bathroom door. 

“Sam?” Tara asked on the other side of the door. 

Sam quickly tried to blink away the glow in her eyes.

“Are you okay? Im here if you want to talk” Tara added

“Go away Tara” Sam snip out harsher then she intended. 

Tara immediately regressed to her childhood self, once again begging for her big sister to let her in. But she wasn’t a kid anymore. She had years to sit with her emotions, and for Tara time didn’t heal all wounds it just turned them into anger. 

“You don’t get to fucking do that Sam” She barked

“You don’t get to leave and come back and treat me like you used to” Tara could feel the tears pooling in her eyes but she didn’t care.

Sam inside the bathroom could feel the panic creeping up her neck. She knew she was in the wrong once again but she couldn’t let her sister in. What if she hurt her?

“So you're not even gonna say anything?” Tara waited a few more seconds to allow her sister time to rebuttal. 

Sam tried hard to find the right words. But her fears were taking over leaving her mouth dry and empty. 

“Somethings wrong, I can feel it… So i’m… I’m coming in” Tara said as she turned the door handle. She was nervous beyond belief at what Sam might do to make her leave again. 

Once opening the door she saw Sam just standing in front of the mirror with her eyes closed. Tara could even see how stiff her body was. Tara mindlessly walked over and slipped her arms around Sam’s waist hugging her from the back. 

“Whatever it is you can talk to me” Tara whispered into her sister.

Sam’s mind was on fire as it burned with all of it’s what ifs. Initially when her sisters arms graced her skin she tensed up but the warmth of the embrace soon washed over her allowing her to relax into the hug. But Taras words rattled in her ears. 

‘Talk to her, just tell her the truth. What even is the truth.’ She thought to herself. The more she tried to find words the more she felt her anxiety rise and her grip on the sink tightened causing cracks to splinter out like a spider web. 

“I don’t know what’s happening to me” Sam finally mutter out through a thick voice, her words sending a shiver down her spin as her emotions begin poor out. 

Tara squeezed Sam tighter as she felt her big sister let out a sob. 

“I know, but we can figure this out together. You just have to talk to me.” Tara reassured her sister holding her ear to her back. She could hear how fast Sam’s heart was beating. 

Sam’s breath hitched in her throat at her sisters words. 

“You know?” Sam said finally looking up and opening her eyes. 

Tara let go and tried to find her sisters eyes in the mirror. 

“I mean I’ve noticed… things” She said not really trying to insinuate anything. 

Sam looked down again realizing that just because she was ignoring it didn’t mean other were. 

Tara swallowed hard before asking the one question that could change everything again. The one thing that meant she could lose her sister again after just getting her back. 

“Are you using again?” Her voice barely above a whisper 

Sam couldn’t believe her ears. She whipped around to look Tara in the eye but her baby sisters head had fallen to stare at the floor. 

“What?” Was all Sam could muster up as she took in how defeated Tara looked. 

“Well I know killing Richie has taken it’s toll on you and well maybe to cope…”

“Im not using. Im not. I swear” Sam cut tara off and pulled her into a hug. 

Tara melted into her big sister’s touch, something she longed for for so many years. She couldn’t help the tears that started to flood over her eyes. 

“Im sorry, you’ve just been so on edge and not to mention the nightmares. It’s just you stoped talking again, it felt like old times.” Tara crocked out through her sobs. 

Sam could feel the guilt eating at her bones. She knew she fucked up in the past but seeing the lasting effects crushed her insides. 

“Fuck Tara, Im so sorry. I didn’t realize…” 

“Did you do that?” Tara cut Sam off noticing the cracked sink behind her sister. She pushes past her and examines the cracks closely. 

Sam eyes follow her sister as she tried to switch topics, but ultimately fails to keep up with Tara. 

Tara reaches out and gabs Sam’s hand and places it back on the sink.

“Squeeze it.” Tara said with curiosity in he voice. 

“What?” Sam responded not understanding what Tara was getting at. 

“Break the sink.” 

“But I…”

“Just try.” 

Sam felt the urge to roll her eyes but instead followed her sisters instructions. She squeezed the sink as hard as she could and to her surprise it crumbled to dust beneath her grip. Barely breaking a sweat. 

“That’s not normal” Tara said pointing to the broken sink. 

Sam looked from the sink to her hand and back again. Her mind trying to make sense of it all. 

“It was already broken. It’s cracked” 

“Sam, people can’t just crush a sink” Tara said matter-o-factly as she stared at Sam.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Sam said as she sat down on the side of the bathtub

“Like what? I was just looking at you” Tara said throwing her hands in the air. 

“Like you're waiting for me to tell you something. Like I know what’s going on…. Like… Like I’m a monster” Sam said with frustration leaking into her tone. 

“What? You are not a monster Sam. I would never think that about you.” Tara said kneeling down to take Sam’s hands. 

Tears started to spill over Sam’s eyes as Tara held her hands. 

“But the sink” Sam managed to say through her silent sobs.

“Okay, I'll admit it’s weird and frankly not normal. But it doesn’t make you a monster” Tara almost chucked at the thought of her sister being anything other than her Sammy. 

Sam takes a deep breath letting the loved soaked words settle in her heart. Even after everything her sister has seen, she’s never wavered in her love. Sam still feels unworthy of that kind of love but she can’t deny how good it feels. 

Tara noticing her sister finally relaxing she pushed herself to swing the conversation. 

“Are you ready to talk about it?” She asked wincing at her own words. 

“Not talking won’t make it go away, so I guess so” Sam rebutted with.

“Okay, cool.” Tara said as awkward tension filled the air. She felt pressure to say the right thing to insure Sam wouldn’t shut down but how does one even start a conversation like this.

“It was right after I killed Richie” Sam’s words startled Tara as she didn’t think Sam would just start talking on her own. 

“What was?” Tara continued lightly squeezing Sam’s hand to offer support 

“It felt like a damn inside of me broke. Like there was this balloon filling with air inside my chest and it finally popped. It sent a wave of energy through my veins. Something changed in me in that moment.” Sam said raise her head to make eye contact with her baby sister. Half of Sam expected fear to be plastered across her face but was pleasantly surprised when she was met with eye’s full of admiration and love. 

“Your eyes” Tara said with a child like wonder as she reached up to tuck fallen hair behind her big sisters ear. 

Sam realized instantly what Tara meant and quickly looked away. She couldn’t help the panic that started to creep back into her chest knowing the glow of her eyes was another thing that was real. 

“No wait, they're beautiful” Tara said pulling her sister face back into view. 

“They’re glowing aren’t they?” Sam asked slowly allowing Tara to turn her face back. 

“This has happened before?” Tara asked still examining her big sisters eyes. 

“Ya, the first time was right after Richie and its been kinda random ever since then. I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me. So I ignored it.” Sam added trying to calm the uneasiness in her stomach. 

Tara got up from kneeling down and started to pace the bathroom. Sam could tell she was thinking as her lips slightly twitched wherever she was debating something inside her head. However, before Sam could realize what she was doing. Tara rushed over to the bathroom mirror opening up the cabinet that was behind it. She reached in and grabbed an eyebrow shaping knife. She turned back to Sam and made a small incision on the palm of her hand and as it started to pool blood she held it out to Sam’s face. 

“Tara what the fuck are you doing?!?!” Sam yelled as she pushed her sisters bloody hand out of her face. She quickly reached for some toilet paper to cover the blood coming out of her baby sisters hand. 

“Well that’s a relief” Tara said with a huff

“WHAT IS?” Sam said completely shell shocked at the events unfolding. 

“That you're not a vampire” Tara rebutted with slight irritation as if that information should have been obvious. 

Sam was speechless at her sisters words and just stared at her dumbfounded. 

“What?… Come on Sam think about it. You’ve had heightened emotion, your unnaturally strong, you can practically hear from a mile away, and last but not least your eye fucking glow.” Tara said waiting a beat before continuing. 

“For fuck sake I was almost expecting you to say this is the skin of a killer Bella” Tara ended in a mocking tone. 

“This isn’t funny Tara” Sam said focusing back on the bleeding hand in front of her. 

“Shit you're right. Twilight was too far.” 

Silence fell over the two and Sam thought on her baby sisters actions. 

“Wait, now I'm not saying I believe any of this but what the hell was your plan if I was. Which I'm not.”

“I’ll be honest I didn’t think that far.” Tara said with a bashful smile, embarrassment flushing her cheeks.

Sam rolled her eyes and tried to bandage up Tara’s hand. It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches but she was glad they still has gauze and medical tape at the ready. 

“Tara you can’t do stuff like this. What if it was worse!” Sam locked eyes with Tara silently communication her disappointment and worry. 

“I know I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to do” Tara admitted dropping her head in defeat. 

“That’s because you're not supposed to. Im the big sister that’s my job” Sam said grabbing tara by the chin and kissing her forehead. 

“But I want to help. I have to help” Tara said almost begging for Sam to need her. 

“And you have. Okay. Trust me baby girl. More than you know” Sam said smiling at her whole world. Tara face flushed at the reassurance her sister was giving. It had been a long time since someone made her feel like she was enough. 

“So what do we do now then?” Tara asked watching Sam get up from the tub to put away the bandage and medical tape. 

“I have no clue” 

Tara’s face crunched with confusion as she continued to watch her sister. 

“But you said that was your job?” 

“Okayyy but I didn’t say I was good at it” Sam quipped back with a shit eating grin 

Tara laughed and threw some wadded up tissue at her but Sam’s reflexes aided her in dodging and catching the paper. 

“Gotta be quicker than that” Sam said tossing it into the trash can near the toilet. Tara viewed her big sister actions and thought of a plan. 

“I got it! Tests! We should run tests on you.” Tara jumped up and down a little with her words as excitement flooded her body. 

Sam was nervous to say the least but seeing how happy Tara was she couldn’t ruin that. 

“Okay. What tests do you have in mind?” Sam asked slightly regretting the question before she even finished it. 

———————————-

“Honestly I think I could keep going” Sam said mid pushup 

“Don’t speak. Must focus on counting… 867…868…869” Tara said while sitting on her sisters back. 

Sam just laughed and continued doing push ups in the back yard. It was getting close to sun set so she didn’t mind taking the rest of Tara’s tests outside. 

So far they had tested her healing ability, speed, strength and now endurance, while taking plenty of time in between to talk about all the things missed in the last five years. 

“900… okay I don’t wanna count anymore. Im exhausted” Tara said climbing off of Sam’s back causing the older Carpenter to chuckle. 

“Hey, Im the one that just did almost a 1,000 push up WITH you on my back” Sam said as she took a drink of water. 

“No need to brag. We’re trying to get to the bottom of this. Remember?” Tara shot back looking over her notes that she had been taking throughout the day. 

“Ya, ya, ya. So whats the verdict doctor?” Sam asked walking back towards her sister.

“I mean it’s hard to say. Most supernatural beings or even just people with powers tend to have the ability to heal, speed, and strength. We need to get more specific. Cut out the basics like the blood test from before. That ruled out vampires.” Tara tapped her pencil on her head as if it would pop an idea into her mind. 

Sam on the other hand swallowed her anxiety. Frankly everything Tara was saying scared the every living shit out of her and it sounded like they had lost their minds. Actually considering she could be anything more than a human was crazy. But this whole day weirdly felt like a day out of their childhood. Tara coming up with crazy ideas and games for Sam to just follow along with. Their banter, teasing, and laughter made it seem like Ghostface never came to town and that Sam never left. 

“Okay so you could try screaming like a banshie, singing like a siren, or we can check a calendar…  ” Tara blurred out snapping Sam out of her head.

“Lets just call it a day” Sam said cutting Tara off. 

“Its officially dark outside, so why don’t we go in make some dinner and you can show me another movie. Anything you want.” Sam finished with a smile and pulled Tara into a side hug. 

“But we didn’t figure it out.” Tara said disappointment lacing her tone. 

“Hey there’s always tomorrow. Besides even if we don’t figure it out tomorrow either we have every day after that. Im not going anywhere and you better not either I’m gonna need your professional opinion.” Tara felt the hot tears sting the back of her eyes. She’d been waiting years to hear those words come out of her sisters mouth. I need you. That all she wanted and she finally got it. Today was shaping up to be the best day of Tara’s life. 

“Hey what’s wrong?” Sam said seeing the wetness of Tara’s eyes

“Nothing. Honestly for the first time noth…” 

“AHHHHHH”

Before Tara could finish her thought Sam was on the ground screaming in pain. 

“Sam? Whats happening?” Tara screams as she bends down next to her sister who’s gripping the ground so hard she’s pulling up clumps of grass and dirt. 

“FUCKKKK.” Sam screams again as a loud snap echoes though the dark of the backyard. 

The sound triggers something in Tara’s brain causing her to pull out her phone and check the calendar. 

“Oh fuck” Tara mutters out

“What?” Sam hisses out as she tries to lift her head up off the ground. But Sam could feel her bones rubbing against each other every time she moved. She could feel her teeth ache with every word spoke. But she still managed to look at her sister searching for answers. Sadly she got one. One she never wanted. 

“Its a full moon” Was all Tara could say before Sam started to shift. Her bone snapping one by one while the sounds of her flesh ripping traveled though the air. It made Tara nauseous. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to help but how? She rested a hand on what seemed to be Sam’s shoulder.

Sam felt her little sisters touch and fear traveled to every fiber of her being. A simple touch and she could feel her bodies trigger unlatch. The deep dark pit inside her stomach instantly filled and bubbled over. The next thing she saw was going to die and she wasn’t going to be able to stop. So she did what she does best. 

She ran. 

“Sam!” Tara called after her but was alone before she could even blink. 

“How could I be so stupid!” Tara huffed as she kicked at the air. She should have known. All the signs were there and she missed them. She wasn’t smart enough to figure it out. To do something about it. To stop it so her sister wouldn’t run away. It was like she was 13 again waking up to an empty room. 

But she’s not 13 and Sam isn’t gone forever. She said she wouldn’t. So when she comes back Tara will be ready. 

Ready for what, she doesn’t know but she knows who to call. 

“Sup little Carpenter” Mindy said on the other side of the phone. 

“Hey I’m older than you” Tara rebuttled as she rolled her eyes. 

“Ya. Ya. Ya so whats up?” Mind asked 

“Well me and Sam were arguing about werewolf lore and she said the only way for someone to turn is to get bit and I didn’t think that was true so I called you because who else would know this stuff better than you.” Tara said while pacing around the backyard. She couldn’t bring herself inside in case Sam were to come back. 

“Odd topic for the two of you. But you're right. I am the one to call and obviously Sam’s wrong. There are multiple ways one can become a werewolf. Yes the bite is the most common. But you can also turn if you get infected by werewolf blood or if both of your parents are werewolves then you're just born with it. But they tend to be the most tame because they turn from the young age. Oh and then you get into the cursed aspect.” 

Tara felt herself perk up at the mention os a curse. 

“What do you mean the cursed aspect?” She asked 

“Well a curse is a curse and it can come from almost anything. It can be triggered by anything also. For example lets say your blood line is cursed so on your 18th birthday you turn for the first time and that happens to everyone in your family. Oh another common one is you don’t turn unless you’ve taken a life.” 

“Taken a life?” The hair on the back of her neck stood straight up at Mindy’s words. 

“Ya like taking a life tiggers your curse. In some old werewolf lore there were certain blood lines predestined for death and destruction so as a punishment for taking a life they would be cursed to turn into the best they truly were every month. So ya lots of ways to get turned. Sam’s way wrong” Mindy finished in a condescending way 

“Thanks, Min. I’ll tell her.” Tara said and hung up. Her mouth was dry and she could feel the burn in her chest getting stronger. She quickly rushed inside the house and grabbed her inhaler taking two big hits. The medication floods her system and she sits down on the couch. How the hell is she gonna tell all of this to Sam without her completely shutting down? 

———————

Sam felt the morning sun kiss her face. It was warm and soft like a fresh towel out of a dryer. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and shot up from where she lay. She looked around to find nothing but trees. But upon looking down she almost yelped in fear. She was naked and covered in blood. She franticly tried to figure out where she was or a way to get home. Then like the whole world went silent a single voice broke through to call her home.

Sam got up and started to run towards the sound. She didn’t think twice about it, she just took off as fast as she could and at this point in time was pretty damn fast. She made it to the backyard tree line with in seconds of when she started to run. Peering in she could see Tara sitting curled into a ball on the back patio. The sounds of her crying was pulling Sam like a dog on a leash to make her presence known. 

“Tara” Sam whisper yelled from behind a tree. 

Tara wiped her face and looked up towards the direction she heard Sam’s voice. 

“Sam?” She called out.

“Im behind the tree. Could you maybe go get me some clothes?” She asked popping her head out to let Tara see her. 

Tara ran inside and grabbed the first thing she saw and rushed back to Sam. Once reaching the tree she held out the blanket she pulled from the couch. 

Sam grabbed it and wrapped up.

“Really?” Sam said look down at her younger sister. 

“What? It was the first thing I saw” Tara shot back with a smile 

“Whatever” Sam said as she began to walk inside. Before she got very far she felt a small body collide with her own. Upon looking down she saw Tara bear hugging her. 

“Hey Hey its okay. Whats wrong?” Sam said hugging tara back noticing the sobs coming from her. 

“I was so scared” 

Sam instantly stiffest at her words. Scared. Tara was scared of her. Sam pulled back trying to get a look at Taras face. Once making eye contact Tara continued.

“I didn’t think you were gonna come back” She finished through staggered breaths. 

Guilt shot up Sam’s spine realizing that Tara wasn’t afraid of her but of losing her. 

“Hey I’m here. Okay I said I wasn’t going anywhere remember” Sam cooed 

A few moments passed before either sister spoke again. 

“You should probably go shower. You smell like death” Tara said pulling out of the embrace. 

“Defiantly gonna have to throw out this blanket.” Sam added as they walked inside. 

Sam took lead as she headed upstairs towards the bathroom. If she was being honest she knows she shut it off inside. Nothing from the past night had really settled in. Yet as if speaking to soon Tara stoped her before she could venture further into the house. 

“So are we gonna talk about it?” Tara asked instantly regretting it as she saw Sam wince at the words. 

“Not right now…. Please” Sam said cautiously hoping her words were soft enough that they wouldn’t leave her younger sister spiraling while she cleaned up. 

“Ya no worries.” Tara said biting back the rejection she couldn’t help but feel. 

Sam made her way up the stairs and into the bathroom. As she turned on the shower to let the water get warm she noticed the broken sink out of the corner of her eye. She knows better than to think about that let alone go over to it. Yet like the rebellious teen she was, Sam walked over to the sink and tracked the broken porcelain with her finger accidentally nicking herself in the process. 

“Shit” She huffed out pulling her finer away. She watched fresh blood poor over dried yet as fast as her skin split it healed. Being so caught up in the sink and her finger Sam lazily caught a glimpse of herself In the mirror sending a jolt of disgust and panic to every fiber of her being. 

Her hair was matted with blood. She had dirt all over her face and dried blood on the corner of her mouth and chin. The blood ran down her body covering most of her especially her hands. Though she only looked for a second the image of herself was already burned into her memory. She quickly got in the shower and began to wash off. 

Once she was done cleaning off, Sam got out of the shower and got dressed to meet back with Tara down stairs. 

“Took you long enough” Tara said as she paused the movie she was watching. 

“Ya well you try…” Sam stoped before she dug a whole she couldn’t climb out of. 

There was a new awkward tension that filled the air. So much was yet to be said and neither sister knew where to start. 

“Im sorry”

“I called Mindy” 

Both sisters said at the same time. 

“You what?” Sam’s body tensed at Tara’s words. Surly she wouldn’t have immediately ran off to tell Mindy what happened. 

��Not like that. I just called her and asked about some stuff but I made sure to ask in such a way that well, you know” Tara clarified shooting Sam a smile to calm her down. 

“Well?” Sam asked 

Tara took a deep breath using the time to find the wright words. 

“So I think you might be cursed” Tara let out into the already tension filled air. 

“What do you mean cursed?” Sam asked folding her arms into herself. She didn’t realize how vulnerable getting answers would make her feel. 

“Okay so Mindy said there are a lot of way to become a werewolf, from getting bit, to it running in your family, to blood infections, and finally curses. So I thought all the other ones didn’t make sense but when Mindy started talking about the different kinds of curses well, let’s just say there’s a blood line cure that sounds the most accurate” Tara saw the way Sam was taking in her words. She was shutting down faster than originally expected and she knew what comes after shutting down. 

Denial 

“Im not… that” Sam was now staring at the floor walking slowly toward the couch. Arms and hands still perfectly tucked away from view. 

“Sam” Tara said following her

“No Tara this is insane. This is all insane this can’t be real” Sam spoke franticly waving her hands in the air as she felt her reality settle into her bones. 

“You can’t be serious. How the hell do you explain last night then?” Tara felt herself starting to rile up. They can’t afford to dance around this. 

“I don’t know what you're talking about” Sam let out like a bratty teenager being accused of cheating on a test. 

“Don’t do that”

“Do what?”

“Don’t act like this isn’t real.” Tara said waiting a beat for her sister to snap out of her denial. 

“Fuck Sam, we can’t afford you to act like this isn’t real.” She waited again but Sam just sat still on the couch. Tara couldn’t help but feel the anger bubble up inside of her.

“Fine if this is how you want this to go then by all mean ignore it, pretend it isn’t real. Just like you did with Billy” Tara knows she touched a nerve at the way Sam twitches. 

“That’s not fair.” Sam says standing up and walking out of the room. 

“Wow running away again” Tara said clearly losing her cool

“Are you fucking serious!” Sam abruptly turns on her heals glaring down her younger sister. 

“Yes I’m fucking serious. You can’t run away from this. Do you remember how that went last time” Tara lifted her shirt to point at her still bandaged stab wounds. 

Hot shame and guilt burned every fiber of Sam’s being at the implication of her sisters words.  She could feel her bones start to shift with the overwhelming emotional surge blossoming in her chest. Sam knew everything that happened was her fault and her sister thought it too. If she didn’t leave, if she wasn’t who she was, nobody would have gotten hurt. 

As if Tara could read minds she knew exactly how Sam took her words. 

“Shit I didn’t mean it like that.” 

“But didn’t you?” Sam spoke barely above a whisper as tears pooled in her eyes. She gripped the side of the kitchen table to steady herself leaving cracks beneath her fingers. Taking a deep breath to try and calm down. She could feel she was starting to lose control. 

Tara closed the gap between them. Reaching out to the older carpenter. But Sam pulled away  afraid of what she might do and backed into the corner of the kitchen. Tara ran her hands through her hair trying to calm the the storm raging inside of her. 

“No Sam, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just I know this time around. You didn’t come to me with Billy and I get it. Okay I do. I get why you did what you did. But it’s different this time because I know. I can be here. Really here. But at the same time, if you don’t deal with it. In a month this could be a very different conversation.” 

A defining silence fell over the room. Tara didn’t dare move for the fear of spooking Sam even more. While Sam tried with all her might to control her body. She knew Tara was right. She had to let the right thing in just enough to admit the truth. 

“Admitting it makes it real” Sam broke the silence through gritted teeth. Her gums were on fire with ever word. 

“Not admitting it, doesn’t make it not real” Tara followed up. 

Fear was creeping up Sam’s spine. The balloon was back and filling inside her chest, if she kept this up she was surly going to explode and so with a deep breath and a sigh Sam finally let out the truth. 

“Fine. Im a fucking Werewolf. Happy” Sam breathed out and with her words her body relaxed.

“Ya the fuck you are! Finally. How was it? Was it cool? Did everything look different? Was your fur itchy?” Tara couldn’t help but feel a little excited. It’s not everyday you can ask these types of questions. 

Sam winced at the sudden mood shift in her sister. She wished more than anything she felt the same. 

“I don’t remember. I just remember waking up and then feeling like something was pulling me home and then I was here” Sam admitted. 

“I feel like that’s probably normal.” Tara said thinking on all the werewolf media she’s consumed. 

“It hurt” Sam let out in a shaky breath

“It hurt?” Tara asked

“That’s all I remember. How much it hurt” Sam added 

“Oh. Im sorry you had to go through that.” Tara used this opportunity to try and close the gap once again. 

But this time Sam reached out and pulled her into a hug letting the warmth of their body mix in a comforting embrace. Sam shudders at the instant release of tension she had. 

“What the fuck am I gonna do?” Sam muttered into her baby sisters hair. 

“We. We are gonna figure it out. We have a month right?” Tara said hopefully 

“And then every month after that” Sam rolled her eyes at her own statement. 

“Maybe not. Not if it’s a curse.” Tara said pulling out of the embrace instantly regretting it seeing the disappointed look on Sam’s face. 

“Think about it. Your blood line was cursed so what if we break it?” 

“Wait exactly how is my blood line cursed?” Sam asked confused as to what Tara was saying. 

“Oh shit we never got there. Ya so in some werewolf lore certain blood lines were cursed because, well, um.” 

“Because they what?”

“They were predestined for death and destruction so as a punishment they were cursed to turn into the beast they truly were every full moon.”  Tara said like she was ripping a bandaid off. 

“What are you saying?” Sam asked hesitantly 

“I think killing Richie triggered your curse.” Tara shifted her weight at the way her sister’s face dropped. 

“So it was inevitable.” Sam accidentally let slip 

“Wait what?” Tara asked unsure where her sister was in her thought process. 

“Its like you said I was born with death and destruction. It was only a matter of time before I…” Sam choked on her words. Tears started to fall down her cheeks as she thought. She was always destined to take a life and deep down she had known that. There was no running from the Loomis legacy. Then another thought took over. 

“Wait if that’s true then. If Im? Then Billy?” Sam started to think out loud while pacing the kitchen floor. 

“Ya im pretty sure your grandma too” Tara added making Sam stop in her tracks. 

“Oh my god” Sam said

“Ya” Tara shook her head as she watched her sister unravel. 

“Fuck” 

“Ya” 

“Okay then how do you break a curse?” Sam finally asked 

“Not a clue. BUT it doesn’t mean we can’t try.” Tara said 

“Then we better get to work. We have 30 days” Sam said as she walked over to a calendar that was attached to the fridge. 

The next four weeks were a dream for Tara. Sam was present and attentive. Anything Tara asked Sam would answer to her best capability. They would talk for hours on end and when there was nothing else to say Tara would show Sam her favorite movies until they fell asleep entangled in one and other. Tara wanted this to last forever. But nothing good ever last long for a Carpenter. 

Sam woke to a car door being slammed shut. She whipped her head towards the clock on the living room wall it read 2:17am. She then looked down to see Tara still fast asleep on her lap. 

But then she heard it. 

Footsteps

Undeniable to who’s they were. 

“Fuck” Sam muttered trying to ease out from under Taras head effectively waking her up. 

“Sam?” Tara said as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. 

“Hey, why don’t you go…” Before Sam could even finish the front door swung open. 

“Mom?” Tara said viewing Christina stumbling through the front door. 

In hind sight Sam should have known better. From the first twitch in her bones to the way her skin started to crawl. She knows how these things go. She knows how her mother is. She just didn’t know how Tara would be. 

When Sam finally snapped to reality her mother had her cornered and was yelling the same old shit she’s heard since she was 13. 

“It was only a matter of time before you finished off destroying this family. You get out of my house this instant and don’t even THINK about coming back. I NEVER want to see you again!” Christina spat out. 

“You don’t get to say that.” Tara moved in between Sam and their mother. 

“Excuse ME?” Christina yelled at her youngest. 

“You don’t get to say that… Where were you? HuH? I was attacked and it took you almost two months to finally come back home and drunk no less. So you don’t get to come in here and blame her for you own faults. Because she was here. Sam actually saved my life not that you would listen long enough to understand that. And if we really wanna throw blame around maybe you should look in the mirror and realize that WE have to deal with the fact that YOU let yourself get knocked up by a fucking serial killer.” 

Silence filled the air as Tara caught her breath after finishing. She watched the realization flood her mothers mind as all of her rage settled from one child and rose for the other. 

“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER THAT WAY” Christina hissed. She turned from Sam towards her youngest and with the raise of her right hand Christina sealed her fait. 

‘SMACK’ 

Before the echoes of palm against cheek could dissipate in the air. Sam was standing over her mother. Blood dripped from her hands as the metallic smell filled her nostrils. Her body buzzing with delight as she watched the light drift from her mothers eyes. 

“S..Sam?” Tara timidly asked as she held the side of her face that was turning bright read. The view of her sister snapped Sam back to reality. 

Panic and terror grip Sam by the throat as she looked down. Her mother lay lifeless before her. Sam’s raised her hands up, her claws glistened crimson in the light of the entryway. 

She fell to her knees, feeling the balloon expand in her chest as realization set in. She had killed their mother. Without even a second thought. She tore her mother's throat out and relished in the way her life drained from her body. 

She stared at her blood soaked hands as if any moment they would be clean and it was all just some trick of the light. But the blood stayed and her mother remained dead. 

“Sam please” Tara tried to reach for her sister. Shock locked her joints making her movements clunky causing Sam to back away. 

“Get away from me” Sam cried shoving her hands to her side and scooting across the floor as tears fell down her face. 

“Hey, hey, you need to calm down” Tara said trying to slowly inch forward towards her sister. She thought it would have been harder to see. Her only mother laying dead on the floor. But Tara couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. Sam had vowed to protect her and she had kept that promise. Christina couldn’t hurt her anymore and god did that feel good. 

“No no please… I … I can’t.. control it” Sam shook as she felt the pull inside her chest. The balloon was filling faster than she could deflate it. 

“Sam we have until tonight. You have to trust me. Its gonna be okay” 

Sam looked up at her baby sister. The image of their mother mixing with the one infant of her. A simple flash of Tara laying dead throat torn out popped into Sam’s head. They were out of time. 

“Tara you have to go. NOW” Sam said eyes glowing wild as she tried to hold herself together. Tensing every muscle in her body like they could hold her bones in place. 

Tara saw the glow of her sisters eyes and realized they were in fact out of time. She rushed to the front room closet and grabbed a duffle bag and made her way to the back yard. 

“Sam come on!” She yelled back at her sister. 

“We prepared for this” She added before heading to the shed in the back yard. 

Sam used what little energy she had left to push herself up. She knew if she wanted to keep her sister safe she had to make it to the shed. 

Upon walking outside Sam made a beeline for the shed. Only taking a moment to look up at pale glow of the moon. In an instant she felt her muscles expand drinking in the light as if they were sponges soaking up water. 

Sam fell to her knees as her ankle gave out. The sound of bone snapping rippled through the air. 

Tara heard the commotion and ran out of the shed to her sisters side and helped her up. 

“Tara no. You… SHIT” Sam yelped as more of her body shifted inside. 

“Just shut up and let me help you” Tara said pulling her sister up and walking her towards the shed. 

Once inside Tara helped Sam down to the floor and started to chain her wrists and ankles. 

“What.. if this.. doesn’t work?” Sam asked though exacerbated breaths. 

“It will. We tested it over and over again. You can’t break out of the chains.” Tara said locking everything into place. Over the past month they had tested different ways to ensure Sam was locked away on a full moon. Eventually they found a pair of chains that Sam couldn’t break out of. Sadly it cost them an arm and a leg but it settled most of Sam’s nerves. 

Once tara was done she pulled out a lawn chair and set it up by the door and sat down. 

“Tara what are you doing?” Sam franticly asked. 

“Im staying with you” 

“No… you have… to go” Sam could barely speak through the pain. It took all of her energy to focus on not shifting. 

“Im not leaving you.” Tara said stomping her foot on the ground

“Tara please… I don’t… want.. to.. hurt you” Sam’s said in a low growl 

“There’s nothing you can do that would make me leave” Tara held eye contact with her sister. Never breaking away. Even after everything that just happened her faith in Sam never wavered and Sam felt that. As if their gaze said a million words she knew Tara trusted her with her life. Even if Sam didn’t. 

So Sam let go. The world around her started to darken as she succumbed to the sharp pain exploding in her body. 

Tara on the other hand watched as her sisters body twisted and shifted. She watched as her spine elongated and her teeth sharpened. She kept telling herself she should be afraid that she should be disgusted but she couldn’t. She had never felt so connected, grounded, and important until now. Maybe if she wasn’t so enthralled by what she was witnessing before her she might have noticed the chains starting to pull apart. 

By the time Sam was a wolf it was too late. Even though the they had tested Sam’s strength on the chains 100 times over they never took into account how strong she would be fully transformed. 

So now Tara sat a simple 5 feet away from a freed 8 foot werewolf. Eyes golden like the sun and fur as black as night with its teeth bare for all to see. 

“Whoa there. It’s me. Sam it’s me” Tara said slowly rising from her chair, holding her hands in the air. 

A low growl escaped from Sam as she kept her eyes locked on Tara. 

“Im not a threat. It’s me. It’s tara. Im not gonna hurt you.” Tara kept walking slowly towards the door. Only for Sam the lung forward cutting Tara off from the only exit in the shed. 

Tara stopped moved. She felt a twinge of fear prick the back of her neck. It was one thing to believe in her sister when she looked like herself. It was another to see a giant wolf baring its fangs at her. Tara couldn’t help the tears at welled in her eyes. She had to stay strong for Sam. She put herself in this situation. Sam would never forgive herself if anything were to happen. 

“Fuck Sam i’m so sorry.” Tara started to cry as she continued.

“I should have known better. I shouldn’t have pushed you, I was being selfish. I just want you to let me in. I went 10 years of my life being completely shut out by you. I just thought if I allowed it for a second you’d never let me back in agin and you probably have no idea what im saying” 

Tara slid down the wall of the shed and covered her face with her hands. If she was going to die she wouldn’t have the last thing she sees be a lie. She known who Sam is. Curse or no curse she knows Sam would never hurt her. It’s not her fault she’s not in control. 

She can hear the heavy footsteps growing closer. She can feel the hot breath agent her face. Tara instinctively puts her hands up in defense. But is shocked to feel the cool wetness of a nose nuzzle into the palm of her hand. Upon opening her eyes she see’s Sam’s golden eyes studying her. 

Even though Sam’s eyes were a different color they were still her big sisters eyes and Tara could tell she was just behind them. 

“Sammy?” Tara said, it had been over 8 years since she uttered that name. A name saved for the one person that meant more than anything to her and after all this time she finally saw her again. 

“I know you’re in there. Come on Sammy. You know me” Tara continues hand extended. 

Just then Sam’s eyes filled with life. There was a fire burning bright inside of them. It was her Sammys fire. 

Sam waged her tail and started to endlessly lick Taras face causing her to break out into laughter. 

“Okay. Okay. Okay ya I get it. Im happy to see you too. Maybe let’s stop with the licking.” Tara pushed Sam’s head back away from her and wiped the saliva from her face. 

Tara got up and grabbed the blanket Sam had used a month ago out of the duffle bag and laid it on the ground. She sat down and motioned for Sam to join her. Without hesitation Sam walked over and curled around Tara laying her head down. Tara leaned back agent her sister and closed her eyes. 

“Goodnight Sammy. I love you” Tara said as she relaxed back into sleep. 

Tara woke up to what sounded like someone tapping their foot on the group. Only it was someone doing that. Sam was sitting in the lawn chair hair pulled up in a messy bun in an old t-shirt and basketball shorts tapping away. 

“Morning” Tara mumbled as she pushed her self off the ground. She noticed the way Sam was stiff and fidgety. 

“How could you do that?” Sam let out eyes darting every which way but her sister. 

“Do what?” Tara asked confused as to why Sam seems so upset yet the thought reminded Tara of what really happened the night before. 

“Wait Sam.” 

“I could have killed you” Sam voice broke with her words. She thought over and over of how badly last night could have ended for her and it flooded her body with anxiety. 

“I don’t believe that” 

Tara’s words snapped Sam to attention. She looked her sister in her eye and saw just how unwavering she was again. She knew she couldn’t win this.

“Stop doing that” Sam muttered breaking the unspoken staring contest.

“Doing what?” 

“Treating me like Im not dangerous.” Sam let out dropping her head in defeat. 

“Who said I was doing that?” Tara bit back.

“What you did last night was stupid.” 

“I know and i’m sorry” Tara admitted 

“I just didn’t…” Tara started but was cut off by Sam.

“Want me to shut you out again” Sam finished 

“You heard it” Tara lit up.

“It was like a dream. I could feel that you were scared but I couldn’t see anything and then all of a sudden it felt like your hand pulled me out of this dark pit and you were just sitting their on the ground. And then I heard you say my name.” 

“Sammy” Tara breathlessly muttered the name again. 

“I don’t think i’ve ever really felt that happy before.” Sam admitted 

“I don’t think i’ve ever seen you happy before” Tara added as she watched her Sam’s body relax 

They sat in the silence for a moment before dealing with the elephant in the room. 

“I really don’t wanna be the one to end this little moment but what about, mom” Tara watched her sister wince at her words as if she was just slapped herself. 

“Fuck Tara i’m so sorry. Before I even knew what was going on… I … I.. I killed her” Sam dropped her head into her hands and shivered with dread. 

“Im not mad” Tara said staring down Sam.

“What? I took your mother away from you. How could you not be mad?” Sam met her sisters eyes again. Something about them made Sam unable to speak. 

“Don’t you dare give her the privilege of being called my mother. She was never my mother. She couldn’t stay around long enough after you left to care about me. Fucking christ, from the time I was 8 and dad left she never once thought of me as her daughter. I provided one thing and one thing alone. I would listen to her vent then she would toss me aside when she felt better.” 

“But” Sam tried to interject but couldn’t. Tara only moved closer and took her hands. 

“No buts. You said you’d protect me and you did. Without even a second thought you made sure that women could never hurt me again.” Tara stared into her big sisters eyes. Tears welling inside of her but not because of sadness. No because of unadulterated love. 

“I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t mad, I had never felt so loved in that moment.” Tara cupped Sam’s face with her hands wiping a few stray tears off her sisters face. 

“You are and will always be my protector. Im pretty sure were boned for life.” 

Sam sifted to the floor and grabbed her sister to pull them into a hug. Sam kissed Taras forehead and they just stayed like that for as long as each needed it. 

“You know Id do anything for you right?” Even though Sam phrased it like a question she knew it was a promise. 

Tara buzzed in delight with her sisters words. Nothing in this world sounded better than the bond she and Sam share. 

“I know” Tara finally let out. Nuzzling further into Sam. She thought on her sisters promise and felt deep in her gut that Sam might not have a choice when it comes to Tara. As if she held the leash to Sam’s collar. But it wasn’t the time or place to talk about that. Maybe it would never be the right time and Tara didn’t care. Sam was her’s just as much as she was Sam’s. 

“So what are we gonna do about mom?” Sam asked as if she was waiting for instructions. 

“Ya know I heard the Smith’s dog down the street got attacked by a mountain lion last week.” Tara said with a devilish grin. 

They were gonna be okay. As long as they had each other. No monster could hurt them.

“Do you think next month we could play fetch?” Tara asked

“Tara!” Sam laughed a she shoved her sister. 

“What? It could be fun!” Tara exclaimed as they walked back towards the house. 

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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed and Happy Halloween:)

#sam carpenter #scream #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #mindy meeks martin #werewolf!sam #fuck christina carpenter club #happy halloween

[psychofreakforc]

This is another post for the fuck christina carpenter club.

What we know about her based on the movies is pretty much nothing, just that she is a neglectful mother and a big bi-

Anyway.

I don't think the movies are ever going to get there, but i'm a big believer that sam and tara's (especially Tara's) home-situation was a lot more abusive than what they want us to think.

Because there's no way that Tara's friends first thought after she was almost murdered, was to call sam, aka the sister that left Tara 5 years ago and had not contact with her ever since, instead of her mother.

They definitely knew something was going on with her and christina. And even at the hospital, Amber making that comment about her, only makes me further believe that she was more than just a neglectful mother.

And always at the hospital, Tara didn't seem like she cared that much that her mother wasn't there for her, and maybe that's because she would've only made things worse. And even after that, we didn't really see anything about it, but Tara cutting her mother off and moving in with sam happened pretty fast considering scream vi events happened the year after scream 5 events, and maybe it IS really because Tara wanted to get away from her.

i also believe that christina was very manipulative because what excuse did she give tara when her father and sam left? There's no way they didn't have even one conversation about it. And of course, considering she didn't know about Billy loomis, her mother might have manipulated her into thinking that it was their fault, but never hers.

And let's not forget christina is an alcoholic, so Tara's home-life couldn't have possibly been healthy.

#fuck christina carpenter #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #carpenter sisters

[lexyscross]

Thinking about how Tara looked after stabbing Ethan, I’m like, “Damn, maybe you guys would’ve made a good team!” 😳

They’re both so cute and innocent looking, no one would suspect them (except for Mindy), and then... STAB!

#Also it seems she and Samantha are BOTH fucked up! 😳 #Looks like something may be wrong with mother's side as well. 👀 #(I wouldn't doubt it given what we know about Christina.) #tara carpenter #ethan landry #scream vi #scream 6 #scream series #commentary #commentary: scream series #text post #scream vi spoilers #scream 6 spoilers

[sharpth1ng]

So I know you said Samantha doesn't exist in Debaser au, but If she did, how did she happen? Like, the hookup(s) with Christina Carpenter that lead to Sam being born. Was that Billy having some kind of “fuck no I ain't homo I- oh look, a random chick who has a crush on me, let's bang her” breakdown? And how would Billy feel about his daughter? How would Stu feel?

I did actually consider doing this at one point so I actually know exactly how I would have done this.

Basically Billy would be using Christina as ‘practice’ because he’s awful. He hasn’t fucked a girl before but he’s planning on fucking Sid for his movie and you’re supposed to rehearse stunts before you try them on film.

He’d be nearing September, starting to get a bit nervous as he realizes he’s actually going to have to go through with that, and he’d decide to find someone to rehearse with.

I haven’t decided whether he would have told Stu about this or whether he would have kept it from him. If he told him then I think Stu would be jealous but ultimately recognize that it’s not something he’s doing out of genuine desire. If he didn’t tell him it would be a lot more hurtful down the line.

Either way, Billy heads out to a party with a plan. Christina’s had a crush on him for a while and he’s there without Sidney so she shoots her shot, not knowing it’s the only night he’d ever say yes to her. He probably gets a little drunker than he usually would and gets it over with as fast as he can, not remembering that he should really put on a condom.

After it’s done he leaves as fast as he can and she takes the hint, so when she finds out she’s pregnant she doesn’t go to him about it. In Debaser they survive and get away with the massacre, so Billy isn’t known to be a serial killer he’s just a shitty absent father.

I think if Sam tried to contact him when she grew up he would be pretty resistant. Stu would be a lot more open though, that’s Billy’s kid and Stu really can’t hate anything that Billy made. Billy would probably chill a little over time, as with most people age mellows him out, but I don’t think he would ever end up being super close to Sam.

She can be cool and smart, she can be the spitting image of him, but he’s a selfish asshole and she doesn’t fit in his life plan. On some level I think he knows he doesn’t have what it takes to be a good dad so he’s not even going to try.

Honestly I think Sam would be fine without him, and probably better off in the end.

#Billy Loomis is not father material #stuilly #debaser fanfic #sam carpenter #ask