Hello Mz. Hyde (Andy Hurley)

Chapter 7- Because I Missed You

Joe's POV

"What are you guys doing in Chicago?" Becca asked, folding her hands across her chest.

"Well that's what I wanted to ask you." I answered. "What the hell happened? You just dropped off the face of the earth! No note, no address, nothing! We thought you were killed, or-."

"To answer Becca's question," Gabe interrupted my rant. "We moved out here for the same reasons that you did."

Becca's confident poise faltered. She leaned against the door and slightly lowered her head. "The same reasons?" She repeated, her voice lower than it was before. Gabe and Ryland nodded in response. She shivered. "Patrick?"

"Yes." I answered flatly. "After you left, things got bad. He's not the same anymore, and rumour has it he's here as well. You heard about Aubrey's death?"

She nodded. "Yea. My bo-.. I mean yea, Dallon called me." She immediately corrected herself. "What about it? You don't think Patrick had anything to do with it, do you?"

Ryland shook his head. "We don't know. We know that Brendon knows and he thinks it was a revenge killing." He explained.

"Revenge?" She parroted. "Revenge for who?" The room fell silent. She didn't know. We had to tell her, but I didn't want her to know either. Her face fell into a look of worry. "What happened? Ryland, what aren't you telling me?"

Ryland held his head in his hands. "Victoria is dead."

Becca looked like she was going to be sick. She shook her head, making her dark Brown curls bounce. "No. You're lying, she can't. Vicky can't be gone." Tears were welling up in her eyes.

"It's true." Gabe backed him up. "After you left, things got ugly. Patrick sent Vicky, Ry, and I were supposed to go and negotiate peace with Urie and his gang. But we walked right into an ambush. We were outnumbered. She....... Brendon shot her. There was nothing we could do."

She slumped against the wall, still trying to balance in her black heels. "So one of you murdered Aubrey to get back at Urie?" Her voice went cold. None of us answered her. She glared at me. "That's not how we do things, you know that!" She snapped.

"But it wasn't us!" My voice raised. "I swear on my life that I didn't kill her."

Becca rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Oh really, Knives?" She spat that name like it was venom. "Well it sure as hell looked a lot like your work. Slit the wrists and throat, very familiar." My stomach dropped. She never called me Knives, ever. Only Patrick called me that, but only as an alias to cover my tracks.

"Becca, I swear it wasn't me." I tried to keep my cool.

She was shaking and trying to hold back from doing something she would regret. "Why should I believe you? How do I know that Patrick isn't here right now, wanting you guys to bring me back. There was a reason I got out. I didn't want to leave you guys, but I couldn't handle it all anymore. I'm done. In done with all of it, the cover-ups, the lies, the hiding, I'm done with all of that."

The three of us were stunned into silence. There was nothing we could say, she was right. Becca had told me a ton of times before that she wanted to get out and start over. She had blood on her hands from the city that she could never be able to live a normal life unless she completely started over somewhere else.

"If it wasn't you who killed Aubrey," She said through grit teeth. "Then who was it?"

I shrugged. "I have no clue. All the three of us know is that they definitely wanted to get both Stump and Urie's attention. And god knows it worked."

"Joe, you don't think..." Becca was thinking the same thing I was.

I nodded. "Yea. Whoever killed Aubrey wants a war."

She held her head in her hands. "What do you guys think is going to happen?"

Ry, Gabe, and I all looked at each other. That was the question, what is going to happen now? We all shrugged. "We don't know."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Becca?" A voice called out. "Are you in there?" Becca pulled herself off the wall and straightened herself back out, readjusting her dark green party dress and wiping the smudged eyeliner off her thin face the best she could. She turned around and opened the door. A guy was standing in front of her. He was about the same height of her, maybe a little shorter because she was wearing really tall heels. He looked at her worriedly, like he knew something was off.

"Hey Andy." She faked a small smile.

"You were gone for a while, I was starting to get worried." Andy explained. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Y-yea. I'm fine. Let's get out of here." She turned back to me. "See you guys. Thanks for letting us do the show here." She said flatly, turning back to Andy and closing the door behind her.

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Becca's POV

I couldn't believe it. Patrick was here in Chicago. Everything I worked so hard to do and get away from was for nothing. I leaned against the car window as Andy drove us back home. I shielded myself from the bright lights of the city and hid my face from Andy so he wouldn't see that I was trying not to cry. I felt sick to my stomach.

"Hey, are you okay?" Andy broke the silence. "You seemed pretty freaked out back there"

I shook my head. "I'm fine" I lied.

"Who were those guys you were talking to?" He asked.

"A couple friends from work. One of them was the guy who owns the club." I partially lied again, choking on my own words. Andy understood that I didn't really want to talk about what happened there, so we spent the rest of the ride home in silence, except for Metallica playing through the radio. We were home in a matter of minutes. Jack had watched Clara for us, so she was already in bed.

"Thanks for watching her Jack." Andy thanked him.

Jack smiled. "No problem. I love watching the little one." He packed up his laptop and said his goodbyes to the two of us before heading out.

Andy and I both headed upstairs to bed. I unzipped my dress and pulled it off and changed into one of Andy's crossfit tee shirts, revealing a small tattoo of a TARDIS on my right calf that had the words "Run away with me" wrapping around it like a scroll. Andy didn't mind that I wore his shirts, they were way more comfortable than anything else I owned and smelled like him, which was always comforting to me. I cleaned off the rest of my smeared makeup and walked over to Clara's room, where I knew Andy would be.

I leaned against the door frame and peeked in. Clara was curled up with Andy, holding her teddy bear and trying not to fall back asleep. Andy was holding onto his little girl, gently rocking her back and forth and quietly singing her a lullabye. I didn't want to interrupt them, it was too sweet and I liked hearing Andy sing. He didn't sing much, saying that my voice was way better than his even though I don't believe him. He must have noticed me because he stopped and looked up at me.

"Hey." He whispered. I smiled back at him. Clara curled up closer to her father. Andy quietly and gently tucked her back into bed. "Goodnight Clarabear."

"Goodnight Daddy. Goodnight Becca." She said very sleepily.

"Goodnight Sweetheart." I whispered just loud enough for her to hear. Andy knelt down next to her and kissed her forehead before sneaking back over to me, closing the door behind him and lifting me up bridal-style. He kissed my cheek, his stubble tickling my face, as he carried me back to our bedroom.

"Rough night?" He asked, putting me back down. I nodded and climbed into bed next to him wrapping my arms around his bare chest.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked again. I shook my head and buried my face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. My mind was racing. Everything that I had tried so hard to get away from was back, and now I had nowhere to hide. I thought about Andy, what will happen if they find out about him? I can't lose Andy, not now.

"I love you." I managed to choke out.

Andy wiped a stray tear from my eye that I don't notice until then and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. "I love you too. I always will."