I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part fourteen

— Mom...? — Katherine muttered as she stared at Leslie, who was wearing a black ghost costume, the mask clutched in her hand. 

 — Surprise. — The woman drawled with a cold smile and curtsied. Amber screamed from her side, clapping her hands, wailing something like «yes, it's finally happening». The blonde came closer to her daughter and squatted down, pressing the tip of the knife to her neck. — What is it, daughter, did you swallow your tongue?

Richie giggled behind Leslie, but when he saw Tatum and Gale leaning towards each other, he took a step towards them and pointed the gun in their direction. — Hey, keep it down, we have a family drama developing here.

Samantha surreptitiously leaned forward and put a supportive hand on Murphy's back, as if trying to bring her lover back to her senses without drawing attention to both of them.

Sidney didn't move, it seemed like she wasn't even breathing or blinking, she was so stunned. Her old friend, with whom Prescott had not had a normal conversation for several decades, turned out to be a Ghostface. The woman who was the mother of her goddaughter and whose behavior she always sought excuses for, and after all, Sid did not even know Leslie's worst deeds, since the former redhead hid them.

— But why. — The brunette stammered, not really wanting to know the answer. She hissed as her mother pressed the knife deeper into her neck, cutting her skin again, releasing blood. What about the Ghostlfaces and their desire to stab her in the neck?

— Mhm. Why, — Leslie asked with a mocking smile and even laughed, throwing back her head. — every Ghostface must have a motive, right?

— I can suggest one motive. — Samantha interjected, without taking her eyes off the knife held to the neck of the girl she likes. — Revenge for brother?

— Huh. — Leslie stood up abruptly and looked at the elder Carpenter. — My brother could burn in hell for what he did. Not only did he ruin my life, but he was also the reason why our parents committed suicide. — Stu, still sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging his legs back and forth, looked at his sister resentfully, as if he did not understand what sins she was accusing him of. As if he was innocent. — No, it's not about Stu, to hell with him. It's about your father. — The blonde looked at her daughter again and kicked her lightly in the thigh.

— My father? You've never talked about him. — Katherine was completely focused on her mother, forgetting that there were several other people in the kitchen, listening intently to their conversation. 

— Well, I'm telling you now. — The blonde shrugged her shoulders casually and, grabbing her daughter by the collar, forced her to stand up and firmly pressed her back against the kitchen cabinets. — I think we need a private conversation between mother and daughter, don't you think, honey? — The woman drawled with a smile and went to the doorway, dragging the dark-haired girl behind her like a cattle by a leash.

— Let her go! — Sam, clutching her knife wound with one hand, helped herself to her feet with the other, wanted to follow Murphy and Schneider, but was stopped by Freeman, who pressed the muzzle of a revolver to her neck.

— Move a little more and I'll be happy to pull the trigger.

— Hey, we didn't plan this! — Richie shouted, but he couldn't move after them because he had to hold Sidney, Tatum, and Gale in place while Amber watched Samantha. — This was not in the plan!