I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part fourteen

— Calm down, boy. — Leslie rolled her eyes, turning to Kirsch, standing in the doorway. — We'll be back soon, I'll just have a heart-to-heart talk with Katherine.

— Don't worry. — Katherine drawled with a smile, looking straight into Samantha's eyes so Carpenter would know she was talking to her right now. — I'll be right back.

Tatum, who moved closer to her wife unnoticed by the man and Freeman, shuddered and jerked her head up to look at the brunette. Sidney didn't even bother to look at her old friend and her goddaughter, keeping her eyes on Richie and Amber. Gale, pretending to be in pain from the bullet wound in her leg so much that she could no longer hold on to the chair, rolled to the floor, moving closer to the two women.

Murphy glanced at her uncle as she passed. Stu smiled and tilted his head to the side. His eyes darted for a second to the object lying next to his hand, and then he looked meaningfully at his niece again and nodded. — Have fun with your mother. — The guy mouthed it before disappearing.

There was a double-sided aluminum meat chopping hammer.

Leslie dragged the brunette into the living room where her younger brother was killed and threw her to the floor.

— God, it hurts. — The girl moaned through her teeth and took a sitting position, noticing something bigger near the TV out of the corner of her eye. — Mindy? — She wanted to crawl to the unconscious, bloody girl, near whom a red puddle had formed, but her mother prevented this. — Oh my God, is that Liv?

Katherine had to put her hand over her mouth to at least slightly muffle the scream that escaped from her lips. Liv was lying on the floor next to Mindy, and there was a bloodstain and several chaotic red splashes on the wall behind her body. There was a bullet hole right in the center of Mackenzie's forehead. 

The girl with whom Murphy's brother had a summer affair that meant almost nothing serious. Who her friend, Chad, was dating. Chad, who is probably lying unconscious somewhere, with multiple stab wounds. Her brother, Vince-

The brunette interrupted Leslie before she could even make a sound. She needs to know the answer to one question. She wasn't interested in anything else, not even her mother's motive for becoming a Ghostface and killing people, including her own son. — You killed my brother, didn't you? Neither Amber nor Richie. It was you. 

— Of course it was me. — Sister Stu tilted her head to the side, smiling. — I wouldn't let those two kids do what I've been dreaming about almost since you and Vince were born. But that's not the point now.

The girl pursed her lips and lowered her head down. Given Leslie's fierce hatred and dislike for her children, the former redhead would not have been surprised if the blonde had said that as soon as she stabbed Vince's neck with a knife, she took off her mask so that Schneider, dying, could see the face of his mother, who killed him. 

— You know, — The woman, holding a gun in one hand and tangling her blond hair with the other, began pacing back and forth in front of the seated Katherine, who finally tore her stunned gaze away from the two bodies of her friends lying very close. Liv didn't move, but Mindy was trembling slightly, her chest heaving in a rare, shallow breath. — I've never wanted children. I didn't understand what their meaning was. All children do is take and take, never giving anything in return. — She shook her head and stopped abruptly, starting to smile. — I still don't understand the meaning of children.