Trade Mistakes (adopted by Brendon Urie) •{COMPLETED}•

Chapter 23- You're not a Rogers

Pete's POV-

Cassie walks into the room and I look up at her. "Pete, can I talk to you? Alone." She sounds scared but shakily confident. "Yea one sec" I say as she walks to the back again. I put my phone down and tell Brendon to keep working with Eve and her electronics. I walk into the back lounge and see a pale Cassie tapping her foot vigorously. "What's up?" I ask and she looks up at me. "They. They called me. She whispers. "Who's 'they'?" I ask. "The people from my dream. There's more of them. They found me." she says, her voice shaking. I look at her in concern. "No. No there's none of them that know you. The last one to know is gone." He pauses. "Oh my God. No. Cassie I'm sorry but we need to keep an eye on your for a while. You might not be as public anymore because of this." He says rubbing his face and muttering things to himself. "Pete what's happening?" I ask in a small voice. "Cassie you're in danger. Your uncle was the one I had shot in your dream. Your father and uncle were enemies because of something before you were born. After your father had moved and married your mother, your uncle had developed some type of insomnia and became sorta psychotic. That of course leading to the death of your parents." He explains and I nod. "Their going to find me Pete. What happens if they find me?" she asks, trembling and bouncing her knee. "They're not going to find you and they're not going to take you or hurt you in any way. I promise, and if they hurt you or try to take you. You'll see your dream just without your uncle and parents." I pause looking down. Ugh I feel terrible. "Thanks Pete" (Oh yes I did honey.)

Cassie's POV-

The moment Pete looked down after talking about my dream, I knew something was up. I obviously wasn't going to bring it up, there's already enough to worry about with me. "Thanks Pete" I say in a small voice and stand up to hug him. My shaking arms go around his torso and I feel him sigh. "You good?" I ask shyly, not sure if I should have asked or not. "Yea, Yea I'm fine Cass. Let's just worry about your thing" He says patting my shoulder and telling me to come out to where Bren and Eve were. We both walk out and Brendon looks at me concerned. I look at Pete to explain, I'm still to shaky to talk more than barely a sentence. Pete brings Brendon into the back lounge where we just were and explains. Evelyn looks at me. "Are you ok?" she asks and I pick up my phone. I open her messages and start to type.

C- I can't talk, I'm still unstable. Have Pete tell you any details, but the people that killed my parents found me.

E- Really? That's terrible. Sorry for asking but. Did you have a dream about it?

C- Oh my God how do you know that?

E- I've had the exact dream. Someone shooting my parents and a man killing the mn with the gun before I died.

I look up at Evelyn with wide eyes. "Oh my God" I whisper as Pete and Brendon walk into the room. "Did your parents ever tell you to use a different name?" I ask quietly. She nods. "Yea one night they told me to use the name Rogers when I went to daycare." she says. "Do you remember your parents names?" I ask. "Yea, Nancy and Thomas" she replies. "Okay. Do you remember your grandma on your dad's side?" I ask. "I think it was Elizabeth" she says. "Oh my God" I says and hug her. "You lived in Reno, Nevada. Park street" I say and lean back. Her eyes go wide and she hits the couch with her palm a few times. "Ho-how do you know that?" she asks. "I lived in Reno, on 159 Park Street" I say and she looks at me. "That was my adress" she says and I nod. "Nancy Anne Rogers was my mom and Thomas Michael Johnson was my dad. Elizabeth Rose Johnson was my grandma. That's how you got your middle name" I say simply. "How do you know all this. We were the same age when they died" she states. I was always home with a babysitter so I would wander around and find scrapbooks and names, then ask my parents who they were. I was always interested in people and their backstories. Thats how I already know so much about you" I smile weakly. " Wait hold up" Brendon interrupts. "So you two are sisters?" He asks. We both look at each other, then Brendon and nod. "Apparently we are" I laugh. "Then how did you not know it?" Pete asks. "I guess they split us. I was always home, barely any relatives visited." I say. "And I was always at Grandma Elizabeth's, and my name was Evelyn Rogers since I was 2. I guess they planned it out better than they expected." Evelyn explains. I nod and the guys look at both of us. "Alright we've adopted siblings into two different families great" Pete laughs