I Do I Did

Twenty Nine

"Why the hell are you calling me?"

"I need your help-"

"I am not helping you with anything."

"Please-"

"No. I did everything I said I would. You've got everything you wanted. I don't want to deal with you anymore."

"I'll give you twenty thousand-"

"You can't buy-"

"A piece."

There was silence on the other end of the line. Meagan waited patiently for a response. She didn't have all day. The doctor would be back in her room any minute.

"Fine. What do you need?"

"I know you know Patrick is awake. It's everywhere. And you've seen him."

"Yeah. So?"

"So it's obviously posing as a problem. I need you to get rid of him. For good."

"Pete's sleeping with him, isn't he?" Laughter filled her ear.

"No." She said through gritted teeth.

"Yes he is." The laughter intensified. Meagan could hear it filling her head. Making her angrier than she already was. "Super model, Meagan Camper couldn't keep her man from straying with another man."

"It's Wentz." She snapped. "And if I were you, I'd be careful not to piss me off, killer."

The laughter stopped suddenly. "Was that some kind of threat?"

"You know I know what you two did. Or tried to do. I wouldn't want that getting out."

"No." A different voice answered calmly. "What you wouldn't want getting out is the fact that you've known about it forever. That makes you a fucking accomplice. That's jail time for you too, pretty girl."

"Oh, Mikey." She smiled to herself. "I didn't know you were there too. That's even better."

"Where else would I be besides with Andy?"

"I don't know. And I don't care. What I do know is that you'd better never threaten me again. Because I have something that you don't. Proof. Can you prove I knew about it, Way?"

"No bitch. You shouldn't threaten us. Maybe I don't have proof that you knew. But I do have some privileged information."

"Oh, please-"

"Or does Pete already know there's a chance that little buddle of evil could belong to your ex fiance?"

Meagan's grip tightened on the phone. She could feel the different parts of her face beginning to twitch in anger. That little fucking idiot. How did he know?

"Fuck you."

Mikey laughed. "Now, instead of threatening us, why don't you ask nicely?"

"Thirty thousand." She nearly whispered.

"Nicer..."

"Forty."

"Nicer-"

"What the fuck do you want!?" She yelled into the phone. Glancing around to make sure she didn't draw any attention.

"Two hundred and fifty."

"That's a lot of-"

"A piece."

"You're out of your fucking mind!"

"That seems reasonable to me. Especially if you're asking us to kill him. That is what you're asking, right?"

"Kill him?" Andy repeated. "No. I-I don't want him dead. I want him-"

"It doesn't matter how you want him. Because he doesn't want you!" Mikey growled.

"I don't care what you do to him. Just make sure he can never bother us again."

"You got it, Pretty girl."

"And I'll-I'll have your fucking money."

"It's always nice talking to you-"

"Fuck you, Mikey."

"Don't call us again, bitch." The line went dead.

Meagan stared at the black screen of her phone. she wasn't a bad guy. She was just a mother trying to protect the family she'd worked so hard to get. It would be wrong of her not to do everything in her power to keep them together.

The door to her room slid open. Pete poked his head in. Her heart began racing. How long was he there? How much did he hear?

Before she could ask any of those questions, Patrick joined. Megan's eyes narrowed. Why the hell was he even here? Then her eyes were drawn to their intertwined fingers.

But Pete swore! He fucking swore he was going to stop hurting her like this! It didn't matter though. Because soon the problem would be gone.

She sat up a little straighter in the bed. Flipping her hair over shoulder. It might seem like a superficial act, but it was the way she hardened herself. Because whether or not Pete heard her on the phone, she knew she was in for bad news.