Part five

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Katherine looked playfully at Amber, who grabbed her backpack and slung it over one shoulder, refusing to let her girlfriend carry it herself, even if it wasn't heavy.

The doctors allowed Murphy to leave the hospital, having made both her and Freeman promise that she would keep the wounds in proper condition, would not strain too much and everything like that. Sam stayed in the hospital for a little longer, said she would spend the night in Tara's room, and in the morning she would need the redhead for one thing.

She definitely should have seen Amber roll her eyes so hard that for a moment her pupils completely disappeared. She also said that the redhead simply had to go to her house and spend the night there today. Something about Freeman missing her girlfriend very much, but in fact it was just jealousy.

Spending the day finally somewhere outside the hospital was a breath of fresh air for Katherine. She even seemed to cheer up a little and gladly went to her beloved's house, before that she said goodbye to Tara and Sam. Richie, too, but she hadn't planned on it, Kirsch just happened to be there and it was rude to just ignore him, no matter how much she wanted to do it.

Being in Amber's arms again was even better than Murphy had imagined while she was in the hospital and, frankly, she missed her beloved madly. Of course, being in Stu Macher's house was strange and disturbing, especially seeing him in the mirror surfaces with a creepy joyful smile, still wearing his bloodstained light sweater. Glad to be back in the house, sweet home.

Freeman, as soon as they arrived, noticed her girlfriend's discomfort and immediately made her hot chocolate, warmed up the food and made her eat, saying that the food in the hospital was just disgusting, trying to calm and cheer up the redhead.

But only by her presence could she lift Katherine's mood, she didn't need to do absolutely anything for this, except, perhaps, to smile disarmingly, as she knows how.

Hearing a soft snore in her ear as Amber fell asleep with her face pressed against her neck, because she was too tired after making her scream loudly, Murphy reached for the bedside table, from where she stole her phone with a flick of her wrist.

She entered the password and logged into her chat with Sam, where she expected to see a message with information about how she could be useful to the elder Carpenter tomorrow morning.

The girl cursed and squeezed her eyes shut. Even now, after being brought to orgasm twice by her lover, she continues to think about Samantha fucking Carpenter.

When will she leave her alone and leave the redhead's thoughts and dreams? It seems that no matter how much she resists it, the answer is obvious.

But Sam wrote anyway. She sent a message that read something like, «I need to talk to an expert on Ghostfaces tomorrow. Well, the expert that is available to us right now, considering that your godmother is in another city» and a smiley face with an awkward smile.

— «Sam, I don't think it's a good idea to go to Dewey's». — Katherine immediately wrote back, furiously tapping her finger on the screen, and when she noticed that Freeman began to crawl next to her on the bed, she slowed down a little, even stroking her lover's hair, drawing her back into the land of dreams. — «I can write to Auntie Sid, she can give me some advice without coming to town. You don't have to go to Mr. Riley at all». — The girl thinks that Dewey Riley, a man who has been through so much and is now suffering from a divorce from Gale Weathers, whom he still loves, should not go through this again. Ghostfaces, murders, and so on.

Murphy realizes that if Dewey finds out (and he already knows, judging by the number of messages he's bombarded her with on social media) that she was one of the first two victims, he might volunteer to help her and her friends, but she didn't want him to be in danger again.This man was kind to her, treated her to donuts and chocolate milk when she was little. Leslie, if she had no other options at all, left her daughter with a former sheriff and, concurrently, a former friend.

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