I sat on the couch as Tara laid passed out in Quinn's room. Looking through the doorway I watched as Quinn softly stroked Tara's hair while she laid on her lap. I gave Quinn a soft smile with her smiling in return. Sam paced back and forth in the living room.

"I mean Liv seriously? You're supposed to look out for her? What's wrong with you?" She asked running her hands through her hair.

"I mean my head hurts, I could use some tylenol," I said shrugging. Sam glared at me and shook her head.

"What i'm serious?" I asked annoyed. Chad looked up at me as I held my legs cradled next to my chest. He gave me a sorry glance.

"Liv I have to be able to trust you? You're not making it easy," Sam said angrily.

"Sam ease up come on it was Tara's idea to go too you know?" Chad said defending me. I held back a soft smile.

"Chad, get out," Sam said glaring over at him.

"I'm serious," She repeated sternly. Chad looked over at me longingly and walked down the hall. I looked up at Sam annoyed.

"Sam what the hell is your problem? You've been all psycho crazy since Tara and I got here?" I said angrily as my voice rose.

"Well you've been careless and you and Tara are getting into trouble. I need to make sure you two are safe! I don't know if I can trust you Liv! You lie to me and have me worried all the time!" Sam yelled back. I sat up and threw my arms up.

"Jesus Sam nothing I do is good enough for you anymore! Stop trying to control us and everything we do. Everything I do! You're not my fucking mom! Okay?! So stop please! I get i'll never be good enough for you, okay!? Just get off my ass please!" I yelled storming off.

"Olivia!" Sam yelled as I walked into Tara and I's room and slammed the door. I sat on the edge of my bed and tried to stop myself from having a panic attack. My heart raced and my breathing sped up. Looking around I tried to count the objects in the room. Tears swelled in my eyes as I tapped my fingers together. As the world seemed to cave in my thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Chad slowly opened it and walked in. Shutting the door behind him he set a bottle of Tylenol on the counter. I sighed in relief and smiled at him.

"Thank you. You know you can go back to your dorm, you don't have to stay here. We're like a messy reality show," I said gratefully.

"Eh, I'd rather stay here. I happen to live reality tv," he said smiling softly. I watched him study my face.

"Are you okay?" he asked as I sat back on the edge of the bed. I rubbed my face and took a deep breath in. Chad leaned against the dresser and crossed him arms. I watched his muscles show as my eyes studied his arms.

"Yeah, yeah i'm fine, everything is just, a lot, you know?" I asked. He nodded as I stood up and paced back and forth running my hands through my hair.

"I mean Sam is up my ass. My parents pretty much have cut me off completely. Now i'm in this big city where I barely know anyone and everything is ju-," I said as Chad pulled me in for a hug. I leaned in confused. As his arms wrapped around me I set my head next to his neck and enjoyed the comfort. I pressed my face into his shoulder and held back my tears. His grasp was strong, protective.

"You're going to be okay. You're the most determined and headstrong person I know," Chad said pulling back. I looked up at him with tears watering in my eyes. I never really noticed the height difference between us. He was way taller than me. As a tear rolled down my cheek his thumb softly wiped it. Our eyes locked as his hand hovered on my face. I watched his gaze go from eye to eye and down to my lips. My heart beat rapidly. As we started to lean in the door swung open. We instantly separated. Ethan awkwardly stood there. I looked up at him confused. He looked between Chad and I, with a somewhat jealous demeanor.

"You guys are going to want to see this," He said still staring at me. I looked up at Chad and walked out. Everyone sat around the TV as the news played. I looked up as Sam walked in with our neighbor. He was a younger guy I always noticed creepily lurking. She looked up at me as I glared between her and the guy. Sitting next to Tara I intensely watched the TV.

"Two college students dead, Jason Carvey and Greg Bruckner, found mutilated at the scene," The news reporter said into the mic.

"Holy shit that's those two fucks from our film study class, the ones obsessed with Argento," Mindy said surprised. I looked back to the TV.

"Also found at the scene, a mask from the popular killer franchise, Ghostface."

My heart dropped. Tara and I looked at each other. I looked up at Sam as she looked down at us scared.

"Shit," Chad muttered.

"Pack a bag, we leave in ten," Sam said walking towards her room.

"No, no Sam we're not just going to leave!" I yelled walking after her. Tara slid down on the couch and covered her face sighing. Quinn slid next to her and hugged her tightly. I followed Sam into her room as she marched over to her closet. I slammed the door and followed her as she started searching through her drawers.

"We're getting out of the city," she added.

"No! No you don't get to make the decision to drop not only my college education but Tara's and leave the fucking state!" I yelled. She grabbed my shoulder and set me on the edge of her bed. I watched her kneel down in front of me and look up at my face.

"Liv, I know you like to act all tough, but I know you're scared sometimes, you can be scared. I don't want you and Tara to go through what happened in Woodsboro again. Okay? I just want to protect you guys, the best I can. I love you, and you are my little sister too Liv, I would never forgive myself if something happened," Sam said placing her hands on my knees. I sighed and looked down at her.

"We're leaving," She said standing up. I groaned and stood up with her. I thought I'd changed her mind. She walked out of the room and into the kitchen.

"Sam! Stop! This might have nothing to do with us!" I yelled storming through the kitchen. She walked over to the knife stand. Tara walked up and begged her to stay.

"This could have nothing to do with us! Mindy, Chad back me up on this?" Tara said. They looked at us unsure.

"I mean it is a little close to home," Mindy said. I rolled my eyes and gave her an ungrateful look. Sam pulled a knife out of the block.

"Quinn your dads a cop, can you call him and figure out what the hell is happening?" I asked looking over at her.

"We're getting out. No discussion."