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Sam stormed out of the house as quickly as she could, slamming the door behind her as she went, some birthday this was turning out to be. Tara only being 12 years old didn’t understand what had just occurred behind her mother and sister. To Sam, that was the best thing that came come out of the day so far. She started walking down the sidewalk, away from the house that she had to call some and started feeling through her pockets for her cigarettes.
She groaned when she couldn’t find them and remember that she had left them in her nightstand under her copy of “The Great Gatsby.” Sam really didn’t want to go back to that house at the moment, so she just walked, until a morbid thought crossed her mind. She didn’t even know where it came from and it startled her so bad she stopped walking and musts stared blankly for a moment.
*You’re as old as he was when started killing* Sam thought *You’re as old as Billy Loomis was when he started killing*
She groaned and kneeled down, resting all on her weight on her heels and her toes, it probably wasn’t good for her but at the moment she didn’t really care if it was or not. Her mother never wanted to answer questions about the man, all she knew about him is what she could find online it was all basic information about him. His birthdate, his crimes, his hair color, his eye color, his height, and of course, the prison he was in. Also, she can’t really say where the idea came from, but my god she wanted answers about this man, so why not go to the source?
She knew this was a terrible idea and yet she was still going through with the idea. Sam walked back to her house and pulled out her house keys which also held her car keys. The car engine would let her mother and sister know she was back and had gotten in her car but at the moment she didn’t care. She unlocked her car, the vehicle making a satisfying sound as it unlocked. She got in sighed at what a stupid choice she was making and started to drive. Sam knew where the Woodsboro Prison was as she had been in the car with her mother before as they drove passed it.
*He was so close but so far at the same time* Sam thought, wishing she could take her hands off the wheel to rub her face
The Prison wasn’t even that far away from her house, just a 30 minute drive and she was there. Her chest felt tight as she parked and for a moment, wondered if she was having an anxiety attack. Sam forced herself to calm down, something she had to learn how to do living with her mother, and got out of the car. She walked towards the doors like she wasn’t having an internal battle inside her head. Suddenly she thought of something and ran back to her car and grabbed her phone. Googling if you could just walking in to visit an inmate.
“Shit” Sam mumbled as she read that you had to call before hand to visit someone in prison. You couldn’t just walk-in.
Sighing she got back in her car and slammed her head down on the steering wheel. She let it sit there for a moment before she picked it back up and looked at her phone, dialing the prison’s phone number. The phone rang for a while, who knew a goddamned prison got so many phone calls, before someone finally answered the phone. It was a man, and he sounded kind of pissed off to be talking to her, like she did something that personally insulted him.
“Woodsboro Prison. How can I help you?” The man growled
“I would like to schedule a visit” Sam told him, keeping her tone level and sweet
“With whom?” The man asked, his mood not improving if his voice was anything to go off of
”Billy Loomis” Sam told him, grimacing when she heard nothing on the other end
Sam swore under her breath, thinking that the call dropped or that the man who had answered had hung up on her. She’d bet her money on the latter. Just as she was about to give up and start driving home, the man started talking again.
“You’re joking, right kid?” The man asked
Sam snarled a little as he referred to her as a kid, she was no kid she had turned 17 years old today. She lived with the fact that a serial killer was her father for the past 4 years. She still lives with the fact that she was the reason that her (step) father left. So hearing this man that she didn’t even know call her a kid set her off. Of course she knew she had to keep herself together if she actually wanted to get away with this.
“No sir, my mother was an…old friend of his.” Sam told him, then quickly added “She wasn’t a target of his massacre.”
The man on the other side of the phone seemed to have given up on trying figure out what the hell this phone call was, Sam knew that wish had given up trying to figure out what the hell the call was trying to be. A sigh on the other side of the phone and the sound of a pencil writing something down on paper, he seemed to be ignoring the fact that she was still on the phone and Sam was about to say something when the scribbling sounds stopped.
“When are you coming to see him?” The man asked
“…Now?” Sam told him, though it sounded more like a questions
”What?” The man asked, he sounded extremely exasperated
Sam didn’t even bother answering the question, instead she got out of her car and walked inside. She was greeted with metal detectors and guards at every corner, she saw a man at the front desk with a phone pressed against his ear. He’d looked up and eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of his head when he saw Sam standing on the other side of the room with the phone pressed against her ear.
“Now” Sam repeated, loud enough so the man would hear her on the phone and from where she was standing
The man hung up the phone and slapped his forehead on his palm, he motioned for the guards to let her through and they gave her a bin where she could put her stuff, Sam chucked her phone, wallet, and keys in the bin and walked through. After she walked through and her belongings were throughly search she walked through to the man that she had been talking to on the phone, the name plaque on the desk read Matthews.
”Mr.Matthews?” Sam asked
Matthews sighed “Did you want Window or Contact Visit?”
Sam frowned “What’s the difference?”
“The Window Visit you go other to those booths and can see each other through the window but need to use the phone on the wall to be able to hear each other. A Contact Visit is where you are both locked in a small room and the inmate has their handcuffs chained to the table so they can’t hurt you or try and run.” Matthews explained
“Contact” Sam told him
Matthews gave Sam an exhausted look but nodded either way and typed something down on his computer and then wrote it down on his paper. Then he picked phone and pressed a button, waiting a moment before he began speaking.
“Matthews at the front desk” Matthews began “Bring William Henry Loomis to room A1 for a Contact Visit”
*Henry* Sam though *The full first name of Hank Loomis*
“Go down that hallway and take a left, it’s the last door on your right” Matthews told her
Sam nodded her head in thanks and started walking in the direction he pointed her in until she reached a door with a little plaque above that read A1. Sam peeked through the small window in the door and saw that Billy was already sitting there. She wiped her sweaty palms off on her blue jeans and entered the room, the light bouncing off the white walls made the room painfully bright.
”Who the fuck are you?” Billy asked
Sam didn’t answer instead she just found herself staring at him, despite now betting 36 years old he didn’t look that different from when he was a teenager. Well he didn’t look that different from the photos she searched of him from when he was a teenager. The only differences being his hair style, a few faint wrinkled around his eyes, and a stubble.
“Hey! Kid!” Billy snarled, snapping his fingers “I asked who the fuck are you?!”
“I-I’m the daughter of…an old friend of yours” Sam told him, not technically a lie…she thinks
“Ha! I don’t have an friends kid” Billy snarked
”Well then I’m the daughter of someone you knew.” Sam told him
Billy froze “You’re not fucking Sidney’s daughter are you?” he snarled
“God no” Sam laughed bitterly
“Gale’s..?” Billy asked, starting to sound confused
“No” Sam sighed “Look…can I just sit down and we can…talk?”
Billy sighed, then folded his lip in and back out “You got 5 minutes.”