Hello Mz. Hyde (Andy Hurley)

Chapter 18- Familiar Taste of Poison

Pete's POV

After talking to Andy, I immediately called Becca to try and get an idea of what was going on.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

It kept ringing until putting me on voicemail. I hung up and tried again, then again, and again. On the fifth try she finally picked up.

"P-Pete?" She answered. It sounded like she had been crying. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Becca, thank god." I answered.

"Wh-where are you?" She choked out.

"I'm coming to get you." I answered, grabbing my jacket and car keys. "Where are you?"

"Gabe's apartment." She answered, choking on her own words.

"I'm on my way." I answered before hanging up and climbing in my car. It was a fifteen minute drive into the city and to Gabe's apartment building. His apartment was at one of the top floors. I could hear Taylor Swift muffled through the walls. I knocked on the door.

"It's open." I heard Becca's voice call out. I opened the door to find Becca in a pair of rolled up lime green pajama shorts and a black tee shirt with the collar cut out and a half empty bottle of wine next to her. 'Blank Space' by Taylor Swift was blasting through the speakers. Her dark brown eyes were red and puffy like she had just been crying.

"Hey." I spoke up, closing the door and sitting down next to her.

"Hey." She answered.

"You okay?" I asked, guessing I already knew the answer.

She shook her head. "I just broke up with Andy." She explained, the words getting caught in her throat.

"Yea, he told me." I nodded. "Why?"

Becca took another long drink. "I couldn't stay there."

"Why?" I asked again.

"It wasn't safe anymore." She said.

"What do you mean?" I wondered.

"Someone's after me. And they're using Andy and Clara to get to me." She answered, trying to hold back her tears. "I don't want anyone else to get hurt by them."

"By who?"

"By the same person who murdered Aubrey and Ryland and tried to kill me." She answered coldly. "They already have blood on their hands and aren't afraid of getting more on them. I'm not going to risk Clara growing up without her father, or Andy losing his baby girl because of me. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to either of them."

I leaned back against the wall and ran my fingers through my short blond hair. "So what are you going to do? Just wait it out until they leave or Meagan and Andy take them down and then go back like none of this happened?"

Becca laughed and took another drink. "No. I've got a plan. Do you remember Patrick Stump?" She wondered.

"You've told me about him." I answered.

"I'm going to find him. He's got the answers I need." She answered, wiping away the stray tears and putting down the now almost empty bottle. I shot up in surprise.

"Becca, you can't be serious!" I exclaimed.

"Well I am." She snapped. "Patrick has the answers I need and dammit I'm going to get them."