“Pike,” I breathe when I open the door and wrap my arms around him, crying hard for all the fucked up emotions I feel for him. Love and hate, it’s a bitter mixture.
He kicks the door closed and holds me close before pulling back. His face is white in horror, hands shaking as he runs them through his hair.
“What’s going on? How did you find me?”
“I went to see you at the hospital, but you weren’t there, and when you weren’t at home, I started calling everywhere looking for Nina Vanderwal.” His voice is panicked as he speaks. “We have a huge problem.”
“What do you mean?”
Pike paces back and forth like a maniac, telling me, “Declan knows.”
“Knows what?”
He turns to face me, on the verge of completely losing it, when he says, “About you. He knows your name. He’s knows you’re Elizabeth.”
“What?! How?” I go stiff, and my first thought is that I’ve already lost him. Pike doesn’t give me much time to think though as he continues.
“I don’t know, but when I was driving home earlier this morning, that fucker was waiting for me at the trailer.”
“Shit! What did he say?”
“Nothing. I saw him, knew exactly who it was, and drove off, never stopping. I went straight to Matt’s place and he said that some guy with an accent had called him the day before asking questions about you and me.”
“Oh my God,” I say, unable to catch my breath. “How does he know?”
“Don’t know, but you’ve gotta get rid of him. He knows too much. He could already be on his way to the police.”
“No,” I blurt out, trying to scramble my thoughts together. “He wouldn’t do that, would he? I mean, he’s the one who killed Bennett.”
“Are you willing to put your trust in a man you’ve only known for a few months, a man you conned, a man you drove to murder someone? This is no joke. You could go to prison if this got uncovered.”
The rampant fear running through me causes me to go lightheaded and I have to sit down. I can’t even think straight as I stare at the floor, trying to think of all the ways he could’ve found out. But the dagger here is how I deceived him and what he must be thinking, coming to the realization that he probably just killed a man for nothing but a lie—because that’s exactly what he just did.
“Elizabeth, you can’t sit here and wait. You have to go find him.”
“And do what?” I question as I look up at him.
He stands next to the couch where I sit, and with determination in his eyes, he says, “You have to kill him.”
“No.” I snap, jumping off the couch, and the pain from my ribs twinges and causes me to stumble. Pike just stands there, unmoving as he watches me. And with my hand clenched around my side, I argue, “No. I’m not doing that.”
“You don’t have a choice! Are you not hearing me? He knows about us.”
“I can’t kill him, Pike. I won’t do it.”
“Cut the shit and wake up! You’re not understanding what this could do to you,” he shouts.
“I love him.”
“You don’t. And in the end, you’re gonna see that you just got caught up in this fantasy. A fantasy that you and I both created for you. But it’s not your life.”
“It was my life! And then you came in and took it all away!” I yell, losing my cool and letting my emotions take over. “I do love him, and he loves me. I was finally going to have everything I’ve ever wanted. We were making plans for us, for our baby, and you destroyed it all! I hate you! I fucking hate you, Pike!”
He doesn’t flinch at my words as he stands here. “We had a plan and that plan affected both of us. Bennett needed to die—for you! If I didn’t do what I did, to push Declan over the edge, Bennett would still be alive and you’d never be able to forgive yourself for letting him go without any consequences for what he did to you.” He takes a step towards me, and his condescending tone on his next words do nothing but fuel my hate, not only for him, but for everything my life is. “Do I need to remind you about how Carl would rape you, piss on that mattress, and force you to lay in it while he pounded his filthy dick inside of you?”
“Fuck you!” I shriek as I start throwing fists into him, frantically beating him in the swarm of pure, seething fire.
He quickly grabs my wrists, forcing me down to the couch, and with his face in mine, hisses, “Either you kill him or I will.”
“Pike, no! Maybe he won’t do anything at all. Maybe he’s scared and will keep his mouth shut,” my words tumbling out, giving him weak reason after weak reason, but I’m desperate.
“A scared man wouldn’t have shown up to my place alone,” he says before letting go of me and walking to the door.
I lurch off the couch and throw my body against him, trying to knock him down, but in a flash, he turns and strikes his fist against my already battered face. The force of his punch sends me stumbling back and falling down. By the time I can get up on my feet, he’s gone.