Does It Have To Be This Way?

The Part With No Title

"Do you know where you are...?" I  moved a little closer to him, concerned that whatever Andy and Joe did to him didn't actually cause any serious damage to anything.

"Uh..." He put his head down, lifted it back up, looked around the room and guessed, "I see a lot of Folie a Deux merchandise and stuff... Andy's?" He looked up again.

I nodded with a slight smile. Okay, so he is fine.

Thank God.

"Guys, what's going on?" He asked, this time only looking at Pete. I stepped off to the side so they could talk face to face.

Pete leaned down, putting his hands on both arm rests of the chair, staring at Brendon.

"You don't remember anything, do you?" He asked. Brendon only shook his head.

I highly doubt Pete actually believed Brendon, though. After everything we just went through, I'm a hundred percent sure that he didn't believe Brendon even the slightest. Pete scoffed and went to the kitchen.

"Uhm, give us a second." Brendon nodded as I walked into the kitchen.

Pete had his hands on the counter and was looking out the window, that's when I realized that it started raining. I'm not sure how I didn't notice when it began, it looks like it's been raining for awhile now, with the damp trees and the darkened, watered grass.

"Pete?" I walked up, keeping five feet between us.

"No, Patrick. We can't.... we can't trust him. We just can't."

I opened my mouth to say something until he started talking again.

"Yeah, there's something different about him being 'evil' but there's still something wrong. Who am I kidding?" He chuckled to himself, "it may not even be him. Something just feels... off."

I looked away, ashamed of what I have to tell him. I was honestly scared to tell him, I didn't want to tell him. I was scared he was going to hate me forever and try to kill me over it.

"Pete, I-"

"Open the door!" Sarah interrupted, banging on the kitchen door. She was holding her jacket over her head as an umbrella.

I ran over and let her in. She was soaked like heck.

"Thanks." She quickly hugged me before walking over to Pete. I decided to get her some hot cocoa.

"Hey, Sarah." Pete smiled, letting her go.

"Jesus, I thought you guys would look better after the funeral, what happened?"

Pete and I shared a look, without any more hesitation, in a whole ten minutes we spilled the entire story. All the way from the beginning when Pete turned me, though we weren't sure why we started from there of all places.

*Flashback*

-Pete-

They were coming for him. They wanted Patrick in exchange for my sins. Jared knows how close Patrick and I are, he knows how much it would hurt taking Patrick from me. He knows the innocence in Patrick would vanish if Patrick says yes and leaves, of course that would take a week for him to fully transform into something he is not.

"Patrick." I whispered, Patrick was laying in his bunk, sleeping. When he heard me he glanced at me but didn't get out of bed. He was squinting, waiting for his vision to adjust.

"What?" He groaned, sitting up and pushing the blanket off his bed. I walked in the room and shut the door behind me. He patted a spot on his bunk beside him, telling me to sit.