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She could’ve gone to Mindy, Chad or Tara but she didn’t, instead she hopped on a plane and went to Woodsboro. She kept herself together for a good portion of the day. She knew that this was a little spontaneous but she couldn’t help it, she needed her dad for this. It wasn’t like she could go to her mom, she had cut her off so long ago.
She rented a car from the airport, she had no idea when she’d be going back to New York. She didn’t buy a return ticket when she spontaneously did this. Sam decided that she could stay at some hostel until she got a flight back. She managed to get herself together until she parked at the prison. The she allowed herself to burst into tears.
She calmed herself enough to enter the prison without bursting into tears. None of the guards questioned her red eyes or the tear tracks on her face. They did look concerned though and Sam just glared at the ones that opened their mouth to say something. They left her alone after that.
She walked up to where Matthews sat and looked him dead in the eyes. “I want to see Billy”
Matthews didn’t scold her for not making an appointment this time and instead called Billy’s cell block. Letting one of the guards know he had a visitor.
”Room A5” Matthews told her, his voice soft
Sam didn’t say anything, the tears were trying to escape her eyes again. She ran through the halls trying to get to the damn room. When she did, she slammed the door open so hard she thought she tore it off its hinges. Not that she cared at the moment.
Billy was leaned back in his chair, his eyes wide and wild, a mixture of startled and confused on his face. Sam didn’t give him any time to collect himself as she didn’t sit but instead walked over to him. Then did her best to give him an awkward side hug, sobbing into his shoulder.
“I-I fucked up” Sam got out between her sobs
Billy cursed the fact that he was handcuffed to the damn table, the best he could offer was laying his head on top of hers. Even so the small amount of contact seemed to ground her and get her to calm down.
“Why did you fuck up now?” Billy asked, his voice unusually soft
”Billy…I’m pregnant” Sam muttered, her sobbing picked up after
She hadn’t said the sentence out loud yet and the force of it really made her realize this was real. She was pregnant, not showing yet, but still she was.
“You sure?” Billy asked, his tone as soft as it was before
Sam nodded her, the amount of pregnancy tests she had taken was absolutely unfathomable. Test after test, they all came up positive, and it made her anxiety grow every time.
“…Is it his? That boy you’re dating, Danny?” Billy questioned
Sam snorted a little, It didn’t matter how many times she told Billy his name. It was that boy to him, this was the first time he had actually heard Billy say his name.
”Y-yeah” Sam whispered, finally pulling away from him
“Grab the damn chair and drag it over here, bending over like that can’t be comfortable” Billy sighed
Sam really didn’t want to let go of Billy, like he would disappear the second she did. She still forced herself to get up and grab the chair across from them and drag it next to Billy’s.
She found herself fidgeting with a loose thread on the shoulder of Billy’s orange prison jumper. It was rough and couldn’t be comfortable to wear. It made sense as why he wore that white shirt under it now, well he probably wore it more to hide his scars but still.
”So…uh” Billy began, cursing his inability to carry this conversation “…Do you not want to keep it?” He whispered
“What?” Sam gasped “Of course I want to! It’s just…”
“You’re worried about what the others will think, what Danny will think?” Billy asked, though it sounded more like a statement
“I don’t even know if Danny wants kids, we’ve never talked about it” Sam told him
”Sam..you’ve known him for three years and from it I’ve heard, it sounds like you two have been fucking like rabbits” Billy snorted at Sam’s mortified expression “I sure he expected that would come with a baby or two.”
“What if he does” Sam whispered, starting to panic again “What if he wants me to get rid of it. I won’t Billy, I can’t!”
”Hey Hey, No one is asking you to get rid of it. He can’t force you to get rid of it if you don’t want to, and if he tries to..Well then damn him to hell” Billy told her
“I-I don’t think he will, Danny isn’t like that. I’m just panicking” Sam told him, finally starting to calm herself
”There is something else bothering you though” Billy told her, even though Sam thinks it was supposed to be a question
“What if their like us” Sam whispered
“I’d just like to point out one of us is in a prison jumper and the other isn’t” Billy told her “We aren’t the same, Sammy. You’re just a little fucked in the head but at least you’re getting help.”
”…I don’t know if I can take anti-psychotics while pregnant” Sam mumbled
Billy sighed “I don’t either, that’s a question for your doctor. When you have to start taking all those vitamins n’ shit”
Sam nodded “I still haven’t told Danny”
”I gathered that, better tell him soon, that baby is going to start showing itself soon and then I might have to kill Danny if he makes some dumbass comment about you gaining weight.” Billy groaned, a slight hiss in his voice that wasn’t directed at him
Sam snorted “Danny could never, He’s way to sweet and supportive”
Sam leaned her head onto Billy’s shoulder and just breathed in his scent. Cinnamon and vanilla, such an un-Billy Loomis’ thing.
”If it makes you feel any better I think you’ll be a good parent” Billy mumbled, clearly embarrassed by how mushy the conversation made become
“It does. Thank you” Sam sighed, she pulled a deck of cards out of her jacket pocket “Wanna play War?”
Billy sighed, a small smile on his face “Yeah, deal me in”