Unspoken (Sitkolson Threequel)

3| It Gets Better.

(A/N: It is early. I am Drinking a monster. And i am Updating... y'all better thank me for this lol jk)

Music: The First Punch (by Pierce The Veil) [WHERE YOU FROM FOOL? i'm sorry.]

Pretty Rave Girl (by Nightcore)

*Ricky's POV*

Terrified was an understatement. I was petrified, horrified, scarred for life. Of course it was just my luck to be caught in this situation. And you'd think my own band mate would take my side, but i guess the whole pregnant Caroline thing left a bad taste in everyone's mouth, even though i wasn't the father and we all know that now. And poor Riley. She just looked so confused, not like she knew much as to what was going on, but i'm pretty sure she knew when Josh was mad. I should be the mad one, shouldn't i?

Frank, who was still kneeling on the floor took this opportunity to conjure up some tears just to help his case. "You did it again, Ricky. And i thought i knew you from all these years."Josh's voice oozed with disgust that was seeped in distrust. But i didn't do anything!

My throat clenched shut with unshed tears and sobs that were just waiting to burst free. But no, i wouldn't give him the satisfaction. There may be a dam of tears backing up behind my eyes but i will keep them there until i feel safe enough to let them go. I will not show weakness, I've done that enough already.

Swiftly tugging my pants back up my legs and glaring sternly at Frank, who only smirked, i stormed out of my apartment. My own fucking apartment. And i was storming out of it, how pathetic.

I wasn't even paying attention to where i was running off to until i smacked directly into a wall with a umph. "Ouch, fucking wall." I snarled, more angry at myself than anything.

"Ya know, most people call me Vic, not wall." A voice chuckled. I looked up, pressing my palm to my head because i had smacked my head into his own.

"Sorry," I muttered, avoiding his eye contact completely.

"It's cool, We keep meeting like this..." He laughed, a charmingly warm laugh that felt friendly and not seductive like Frank's had sounded. I furrowed my eyebrows together. I've never met him before i don't think. I mean, I think I've seen them a couple of times. They were the new residents that lived next door to us. He was fairly quiet and i believe he lived with someone else, who was also very shy. The only sounds I've heard from the were occasionally from the other side of our thin walls which was their apartment. Sometimes i would hear thumping sounds and grunting, which i didn't want to think about because it was probably sex sounds. "Oh, wait, no i think i met your friend or boyfriend or something."

"Husband now, but by the looks of it, probably not for long." I murmured, sounding like a sad puppy. If puppies could talk, that is.

"Yeah, are you okay? It looks like you're getting a bruise on your head now." I hesitated for a moment at his question. How fast had i been running that i hit into him that hard.

"Yeah sorry about that." I smiled shyly, hiding my face from embarrassment. I hope i didn't hurt him too badly. I mean, if i had gotten away with a bruise, then i'd hate to see if i had hurt him too. I rubbed my head and poked at the bruise to see if it really hurt or if it was only minor. I winced in pain and closed my eyes. Look what you've done now, Rick. I scolded myself internally.

"Here, come inside, you should probably put some ice on that." He suggested, opening the door to his apartment and ushering me inside.

"I'm fine, really." I insisted.

"You're such a bad liar." He snickered closing the door behind us. I had to admit, it felt kind of nice to not be ridiculed every five seconds. I feel like i have to watch everything that i do or say because so much lack of trust. I mean, like i pick up a knife and Ryan has to supervise me, I'm left alone with a guy and of course Josh walked in at the worst moment. I felt the tears pooling in my eyes again, but i sucked them back up as i sighed. Can't i just have one moment where everything goes decent? Of course not.

I wasn't paying attention when i felt a jolt of cold touch the purplish skin on my normally pale forehead. I flinched away only to be relaxed when the pain subsided. "Sorry," He apologized. I admired how much this man cared for everyone but himself. I may have only met him literally five minutes ago but i can already tell that he is one of those people who will do anything and everything for everyone else no matter how broken they are themselves. I mean, here i am having him hold ice to my forehead when i can see that just above his eyebrow was torn slightly and bleeding. Now i felt selfish.

"Thank you, but you should really clean yourself up, i'll help you." I offered and began getting up to help him, but he put his hand up, insisting that i sit back down.

"I got it, don't worry..." He smiled gingerly. "Just take this." He handed over the freezing ice pack that was dripping water on my lap as it thawed. He looked down slightly and frowned. I followed his eyes down to what he was looking at. Oh shit, of course the one day i decided to be daring and where a short sleeved shirt, i meet someone new. And now he thinks i'm disgusting as he stared at my torn up flesh on my wrist that was beginning to heal into ragged scars. Quickly I attempted to hide it, but he only pushed my hand away.

"Ah, fuck now you think i'm gross." I frowned and backed away from him, trying to escape because that's what i knew how to do best.

"No it's okay." The smile on his pink lips remained without even wavering.

I only looked at him with curiosity as he rummaged through the first aid kit to find a bandage and a cotton ball to clean up the blood on his forehead. Was he really okay with what he just saw? Wouldn't most people think i'm a freak.

"It gets better." Was all he said.

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Ya know, i figured it was time to introduce some kinda new characters... Should i keep doing that? or no?

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