Wayne Bailey Scream 6 Novels & Stories

Bailey's blabbermouth about negotiations and stuffs only ignited their interest in her, putting herself in the middle for their dirty games. Moreover, did she plan on revealing her true identity? The thought caused Joel's body to heat up in trepidation that he shrugged Scarface's hands off, stepping away from him. “She's not my pussy, okay? We just had a fling, and that's all.” Joel denied, and all eyes fell on him, especially Bailey’s, whose stare cut him deep, like he'd stabbed her heart into shreds. Clapping in mock-applause Scarface sauntered to the center of the room, his lewd gaze fixated on Bailey as he motioned for the repairman to let her arms go.

Bailey There’s so much blood. Oh God, there’s so much blood. I’m screaming, and I can’t seem to stop. My head swims at the sight of the nail gouged into Tanner’s hand. His agonized howls pierce through my skull in jagged bolts as he flails and fights against something I can’t see. And then he’s gone, staggering out into the night with only incoherent shouts trailing in his wake. I need to move. I need to get out of this fucking place.

“Just… sit back.” “But Lily! The doggy! Look!” Bailey’s screeching reaches a new, glass-shattering octave. It’s like a drill going straight into my ear, rattling something loose in my head. My chest tightens. My vision swims. I don’t even remember deciding to yell. “Shut up! Just shut up already!” The silence that follows is instantaneous. Fuck! What have I just done? I’m breathing hard, my chest heaving. Bailey’s face scrunches up, her eyes wide, before she lets out a broken sob.

I screamed and said it as fast as I can in one second. “You still owe me a fucking win, bitch!” Bailey screams at me as she throws the phone away. “You better start running! Or I stab you to death!!” Milo’s voice from the phone echoes inside the room as he calls out to me again and again. My feet slowly take a few steps back as I begin to realize that Griffin was mouthing the words “Get out of here” to me again and again. I started running towards the front door but I was struggling because my feet and my knees were all shaking. Fear ran all over my body as soon as I see Bailey chasing me. She looked as if the stab on her didn’t hurt because she was seemingly eager to kill me.

If you looked closely, she was shaking. "Fiona, are you scared? What scares you? Afraid you won’t be able to handle the truth?" She couldn’t hear me, and she was far past the point of staying calm. Even when her phone started ringing, she ignored it. That was Ryker calling. I watched with a mocking smile as she pulled up at the prison gates. She got out in a rush, slamming her hand against the door, flashing her ID. "I’m Fiona Carter. I’m Xavier Blake’s family!"

On the rows by our left, there were smaller stores where some other people sold phones, sneakers and office wears. “I would really love to get something for Elvis, just to say thank you.” I suggested. Bailey turned to face me, her face beaming with smiles. “How thoughtful, maybe you should consider getting one of those sneakers for him. He really loves to pair them up with his suit.” Bailey said. “That is a great idea.” I remarked. “Amelia! Amelia!” Who the hell is screaming my name like that? I was about to turn around to see who it was when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

My gut wrenches and my gaze snaps to the foyer below. She’s with Claire and Grayson and her bodyguard and— Fuck! Dr. Shaw. My insides cramp so fiercely, I can no longer breathe. Bailey is staring up at me—a hopeful glistening in her blue eyes. But then she grasps the scene and my fear and she pulls away from Grayson and rushes up the stairs while chirping, “Wait, wait, wait!!! It’s not what you think! Just wait, Nick!” She’s gasping for air and not only because of the ascent to get to me.