Serial Killer (Ricky Horror)

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Emmett's POV

Two days later

I'm just updating this story today

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These past two days have been hell. I've either been insulted or ignored completely.

I hate to say it but life was better when I was in the mental hospital.

I'm miserable. Ricky hates me for some reason, his band mates hate me, and his tour manager hates me.

"Baker! We're getting food, you coming or not?!" Ricky asked, coldly.

When Ricky does talk to me, he calls me by my last name and it's a simple question.

"I guess" I said softly, my voice was about to crack because I was gonna cry. I'm not the one to cry, but life if really not my thing right now. I just feel like ending it all, but I can't because I'll be put on more medicine and be put back into the mental asylum.

"Well... Come one! We don't have all fucking day!" He said. I nodded and followed him and his band mates.

I wonder what happened to the feelings Ricky had for me, I know that I still like and care about him.

We walked to Hooter's. We walked in, it was full of women with big asses and big tits.

Those women made me feel pretty shitty about my looks. They have the perfect body, while I've lost too much weight in the mental hospital.

Most of these girls are my age, they look so pretty and full of life while I look completely drained and not as cute as I used to be.

"Baker!" The bald guy known as Balz called. I snapped out of my thoughts.

"The waitress wants to know what you fucking want!" The scary eyebrow man, I came to know as Chris said.

"Just four boneless wings" I said softly. The waitress smiled and wrote down the order.

"I guess she doesn't like meat on the bone" Ricky mumbled, the others began to chuckle. I rolled my eyes at their immaturity.

"I'm going to the bathroom" I said.

"Somebody go with Baker! She might kill somebody!" Chris said. I rolled my eyes as I got up, the guy with short black hair that I don't know the name of followed me.

I didn't need to go to the bathroom, I just needed to get away from them.

I got to the restroom part of the restaurant and just stood there.

"Well aren't you gonna go into the bathroom?" He asked.

"No, I just needed to get away from them" I said.

"I'm sorry that they're treating you like this, I can see that you're a good person now, they don't" he said.

"I don't know what happened to Ricky, he used to be nice to me" I said.

"He was completely different when we got him back, he was traumatized" he said.

"He seemed normal while he was with me, if he were traumatized, he wouldn't have made out with me two times" I said.

"You two made out before? Ricky never told us this" he said.

"The first time, we were drunk and we almost fucked, the second time, we were sober and we ran around the house and tackled each other, then he straddled me and made out with me" I told him.

"Ricky failed to tell us that part" he said.

"He promised me that he'd visit, but he never did. It hurt so much that he lied" I said.

"Like I said, Ricky is a different person now. He was depressed when we got him back and now he's an ass, I think he used to like you, until she came along" he said.

"Who's she?" I asked.

"His girlfriend, Kierra (I know he probably doesn't have a girlfriend), she came into the picture a couple months after he came back. We hate her, she's a huge bitch, we can tell he's not happy but we aren't gonna confront him about his girlfriend because he'll get pissed" he told me.

"O-oh" I said, my voice cracking. It's nice to know that he doesn't care about me.

"Don't cry" he said, giving me an awkward hug.

"I feel so lied to, I thought he liked me" I said, tears escaping from my eyes.

"It'll be alright, if there's one thing about Ricky, it's that he'll feel guilty about ignoring you soon" he said.

"I hope" I said.

"I'm Vinny, by the way, I'm the drummer" he introduced.

"I'm Emmett, but everybody else has been calling me Baker" I said.

"Well, nice to properly meet you, and by the way, Ricky's girlfriend is gonna be at the show tonight, so steer clear of her, she'll make you feel like shit" he said.

"Thanks for the warning" I said.

"No problem" he said as we walked back to the table.