My Strange Addiction//Rickorty

Chapter Three - Broken Hearted

~Take what I want when I wanna~

~And I want ya~

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Sadly, Rick had dropped off his Morty at his high school after a few more minutes of alone time, but ended up having to fetch both of his grandchildren after an hour of being alone in the garage. He was glad to have to send time with his Morty, but upset that the emo invited his girlfriend over... All he wanted to do was kick her out or even scream, but he concealed himself and kept a straight face.

At the moment Rick was having dinner with his family and Jessica, who kept on whispering sweet nothings to her, so called, 'lover' and giggling with him. It was bothering Rick, the best thing he could do, except for disintegrate her and have his Morty be mad at him forever, was speak up.

"Why don't the two of you share what you're saying with everyone?" he frowns as his daughter shot a look at him.

"Dad-"

"What? I just think that if it's that interesting that they constantly giggle and whisper, I'm sure we'd l like to hear it." the blue haired male glares at Jessica, fighting the urge to pull her hair and beat her face into a pulp.

"Uh, I-I was just saying how I thought Morty looked so... Adorable in his new skinny jeans~." she purrs softly and puts a hand on his thigh. Morty blushed a bright color of crimson, then tried to hide it behind his hair. Something about her using his body the way she pleased in front of people, let alone his family, was always so arousing to him...

"Yeah, his jeans look nice. No need to constantly whisper and chit-chat about his jeans."

"Dad!" Beth hisses with a grin.

"I'm just saying. I mean, I don't go around whispering to people about how good they look. I either ignore their features or tell them directly without any need of whispers. Jessica's just being unnecessary and trying to turn on the kid at the table."

"Wait- what?!" Summer looks up from her phone and eyes the two. "Ew, we're eating!"

"Yeah, at least have respect." Rick spits at the two, continuing to glare.

"At least go to your room." Jerry jumps in.

"For once, I agree with your stupid father." Rick rolls his eyes and folds his arms. His Morty, embarrassed and ashamed, he jumps to his feet and rushes out of the room, his shoes tapping against the stairs as he rushes to his bedroom.

"Morty, wait!" Jessica calls out whilst jogging after him. Beth's eyes fall onto Rick...

"Couldn't you just leave them alone?" Beth asks, you could practically see the flames in her eyes.

"I'd like to eat without having to witness child porn in the background." Rick hisses, starting to eat once again. The lady held her tongue, wanting to say more, but she knew she had to stay silent... After dinner, Summer helped her mother clear the table and wash the dishes, whilst Jerry was preparing for yet another job interview. Rick remained in the garage, fidgeting with a pen to help keep his hands busy.

He hated the way she was using his Morty's body. It wasn't okay for her to be doing it. He just wanted to slap her for doing so, especially in front of him. It was disgusting. He started tapping his foot against the ground again, and but his lip. They were both upstairs, he couldn't even handle the thought of them kissing, now that they were all alone in his bedroom... He shivered as tears slipped down his cheeks, why her?

It wasn't normal for him to feel this way for such a young boy, let alone his relative, but love sometimes comes in weird ways... He couldn't help but love his Morty, they were supposed to be in it together, 'Rick and Morty for a hundred years!' constantly rang in his ears... Did it not mean anything to his Morty?

The scientist pulled himself together and wiped his cheeks free from his tears, just after he heard a knock at the door... "Come in..." he said in a weak, shaky voice. He heard familiar footsteps shuffle into the dark garage, the door closing after the small figure.

"You're such an asshole, Rick..." Morty mumbles as he stares at the tall, slouched figure, now falling silent. He didn't have much to say to him, he was simply upset about him overreacting by the table.

"Why's that?" Rick asks in a shaky voice, hurting far more when hearing his senpai say such a nasty thing...

"Jessica was just teasing around about us going upstairs and doing what girlfriend and boyfriends do, but instead of doing what we wanted to, she had to help calm me down!" he hisses, "I was shaking and she didn't know what to do... She called her mom and now she's going home, 'cause she's embarrassed and doesn't want to cause more trouble... Thanks a lot, Rick..." his Morty utters before leaving once again, slamming the door shut after himself...

Rick couldn't help but burst into tears again, shaking and sobbing as silent as he could be. This couldn't possibly be happening, the love of his life, his admirer, his reason to not strangle himself on his own dick, just broke his small, fragile heart, and he couldn't handle the pain. He sobbed for an entire hour before calming down enough to clean up and rush to his bedroom before anyone could go to him.

He scratched around in his drawers and didn't care for the mess he was creating, and finally stopped... The items he desired was finally found... He smiled with hope burning in his chest as he held the tiny, open box... "This has to work..."