Missed calls from Pete.
Messages from Pete.
Pete, Pete, Pete...

There has to be a reason.

I don't want one. I'm breaking down. He did this to me. He fucking lied. He said he loved me and he hurt me so much. Everything hurts; my chest, my stomach...I just-

My phone rings again. It's Andy. I pick up. Maybe he can distract me or something.

"Patrick?" I heard his kitten-like voice.

"Y-yeah?" I answered, trying to sound normal as a tear dropped down my face.

"Patrick, something is off. What happened?" I took a deep breath.

"Pete can fucking talk. He- he told me he couldn't... he lied about being mute... Who does that, Andy?" I heard silence on the other line.

"I'll knock some sense into him," he said, then hung up. I wanted to feel worried for Pete, I mean, Andy does crossfit and stuff so he's pretty buff, but to be honest, I don't care what the fuck happens to him right now.

A/N: im sorry this chapter is sad and shitty idk i feel sad and shitty