I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part fourteen

— Oh, wow, you can't say that you didn't want children, because you were such an amazing mother. — Murphy interrupted Leslie, rolling her eyes, ignoring the gun pointed at her head.

— But the man I still love wanted a child. — The blonde continued as if nothing had happened. — He wanted a daughter, and I gave her to him. Even if he didn't have time to meet she, didn't have time to meet you. — Stu's sister squatted down in front of her daughter and, mumbling something, put the muzzle of a pistol to her forehead. — I met your father when he came to Woodsboro for... family business. He was looking for his mother. He even made a little movie about her, what a caring son, and she just threw him out. — Leslie's smile turned hard when she saw the brunette's eyes snap open. — You're beginning to understand, aren't you?

— You're lying. — The brunette hissed through her teeth, refusing to believe what her mother was saying. It's fucking bullshit, nothing more.

— Why would I do that? — The blonde shook her head, regarding her daughter with a certain amount of pity. — So, where did I stop? Oh, yes, I met him absolutely by chance, he sat down at my table in a cafe, because there were no more places, and he wanted to have a snack before going to his mother, Rina Reynolds. We started talking, and the chemistry between us started right away, but neither he nor I expected it to grow into anything more. We met again in the evening. He was depressed and angry.

— And you decided, 'hey, it would be nice to fuck this handsome guy while he's in this state.' — Katherine said mockingly right in Leslie's face, leaning over to enhance the effect. She was only so calm because she kept denying what her mother meant.

The woman's face immediately changed. She hit the girl in the face with a pistol and abruptly got to her feet, kicking her in the stomach. — Don't you dare say that! He was special. We were special to each other! — Her face twisted, and then she abruptly calmed down and took a deep breath. — I was his accomplice, helping him in his business from the shadows. — She knelt down again in front of her daughter, who clutched her cheek with one hand, which had been hit by a revolver, and clutched the wound in her stomach with the other.

— What for? Why did you want to kill my Auntie Sid?

Leslie grinned. — Isn't it obvious? Sam was right at least about the "revenge" part, but she didn't guess for whom. Indeed, if Sidney had just allowed herself to be killed, Stu's stupid actions would never have been known to the public, my life would not have been ruined, and my parents would not have committed suicide. — She froze for a second at the mention of her parents, but shook her head and continued. — So yes, when my love reappeared in my life, when he was so angry at Sidney and everything related to her, I realized that this was my chance. — Tears formed in the woman's eyes, which flowed down her cheeks, and she wiped them away with one furious movement. — And I wanted revenge. 

— But you chose her as my godmother.

The woman shrugged her shoulders. — I thought it was a little ironic, don't you think? And it made me laugh when you started calling her Auntie.  

Murphy laughed bitterly, realizing that she had lost the only parent who could love her even before she could fully get to know him. Or at least meet him.The only parent who was capable of loving her was a serial killer who was killed by her godmother. Her aunt. — Are you telling me that you were so in love with this guy, but you were also disgusted with his daughter, whom he wanted so badly?

The blonde bared her teeth, her hand twitched to hit her daughter in the face again, but she stopped herself and took a deep breath. — He wanted children, not me. I thought if he was around, I could love you and Vince, but he wasn't around. — She tilted her head thoughtfully to the side. — And, foreshadowing your question, no, he's not your brother's father. Vince was born from a fleeting affair, I don't even remember the man's name.

— Having children, as many as two, when you can't stand them is a brilliant decision, dear mom. — The brunette smiled condescendingly.

Leslie began to stare intently at the girl in front of her, sliding her eyes over her face and paying special attention to her dark hair. — You are literally a combination of both my most beloved person and also my most hated person.

Katherine laughed out loud and even threw back her head. Not only could her own mother simply not love her, even if she really wanted to, but the former redhead, as it turned out, had a mixture of the looks of her mother's lover and her hated brother. — You're such a fucking cunt, Mom.

— You're a fucking cunt, Katherine. 

— No, you're a fucking cunt, Mom.

The blonde grinned, but said nothing again. There was no point in hitting her daughter again. The girl continued to laugh uncontrollably, slowly dying of blood loss. Her complexion was pale, except for one side, which turned red due to an open wound above her eyebrow, her beige sweatshirt was stained with large spots of scarlet blood, and her dark hair was stuck to her neck and cheeks from sweat. She was a vision, so much like her Uncle Stu.

— I said what I wanted, sort of. — The woman tapped her chin with her finger, wondering if she had said everything to her daughter's face as planned. — Yes, I think that's really all I wanted to tell you before you died. — She shrugged and leaned closer to Murphy, who had stopped laughing and seemed to be back to normal. — Now it's time to get back to your Aunt Sidney and tell her about your newfound family connection.

The brunette obeyed her mother's command and struggled to get up from the floor. And who wouldn't obey a woman who threateningly shoves a gun in your face?

— Why the hell did we leave the others at all if you're going to go back there anyway and tell everyone your lies? — Katherine grumbled to herself and arched her back a little as the muzzle of a pistol began to press painfully against her lower back.

When the two Machers entered the kitchens, they could see Richie nervously pacing back and forth in front of Samantha, pointing a knife at her, while Amber teased Sidney, Tatum and Gale with a wide smile. 

— Oh, look who's here. — Kirsch quipped, finally stopping and stopping spinning circles in front of a tired Carpenter.

Leslie rolled her eyes at the guy, clicked her tongue, and forced her daughter to sit on the floor before moving closer to Prescott, Riley, and Weathers, switching places with Freeman.

— Don't believe anything she tells you, Auntie Sid. — Murphy hastened to warn before her mother could admit out loud that she fucked Sidney's brother and had a child with him, in her own words, which the brunette tends not to trust. 

Samantha quickly ran her eyes over the brunette's body, looking for new wounds, but there were none. Only mental, but not physical.

— Come on, honey, tell them. — The blonde sang, looking at her daughter. 

— There's no way I'm going to spread your crazy nonsense.

— Or, — Sister Stu continued matter-of-factly, pointing the gun at Carpenter. — I'm going to put an unnecessary hole in your girlfriend's head.

Richie glanced nervously at the older woman, but grinned. This was definitely not part of their plans that they had made before.

When Leslie actually approached the two girls and began waving the gun threateningly, Katherine had to act quickly.

— My father was Roman Bridger.