I took a deep breath and walked over to him.
"Hi, are you Ricky?" I asked.
"Yeah, apparently you're my tattooist today." He said, nodding at me.
Good, he didn't seem to recognise me, so I relaxed a little.
I got on with the usual and tattooed him before wrapping his arm up with a padded bandage and handing him his change after he paid.
As he walked out I heard him mutter something to himself, which only I was meant to hear.
"Goodbye, Amelia."
At that point my walls came crumbling down. I excused myself and headed out to the back, not bothering to shut the door behind me and leaned against the wall, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
I promised myself I wouldn't smoke, but if you're around Ricky and the guys, it gets to you and you can't help yourself.
I sighed and flicked my cigarette to the ground and walked back inside, preparing my station for my next client.
Once the day was over and we closed up shop I went home, not bothering to hop into the shower this time. I changed into my pajamas and sat in the kitchen for a while drinking a mug of herbal tea to calm down.
Once I was done I headed up to my room, unable to stop thinking about Ricky as I fell asleep in my bed.
YOU ARE READING
Devil's Night (Ricky Horror)
RomanceAmelia Jackson is not the type of girl you would come across on your travels. Pale skin, black hair, piercings and tattoos will make you want to judge her. But didn't your parents teach you not to "judge a book by its cover"? Amelia didn't have a g...
