The Book Of Me & You

"Under This Avalanche With You, I Feel The World Collapsing Down"

Previously...

Ricky's face fell with a frown, eyes hardening as he stood up and ran his hand over his face - he had to approach his next question very, very carefully. "Tell me the truth, Amy... did you sleep with Ben in New York?" It was as if she were a balloon that had just been pricked by a pin, and popped; her body immediately giving up the tension filling it and causing her to collapse under the weight. Her sobs now audible. Taking a seat on the tiny sliver of the mattress that wasn't occupied, he wrapped his arm around her and held her close, kissing her head, "Shhh - hey, it's okay. I promise I won't get upset if you just tell me the truth, okay?"

Gasping for air, Amy just started to shake her head repeatedly and managed to get a good breath in before being choked by her sobs again; revealing the dark truth she never wanted to even admit to herself. "... B-B-Ben... r-raped... meee..." Once the words left her lips, she gave up; letting her rigid body go slack. Her arms fell to her lap, causing the baby to slide off her torso with a jolt. Acting quickly, he caught Emma before she fell off her lap, shushing her whimpers that were now mixing in with Amy's deep, guttural wails.

"W-w-what -" was the only word he could find to say. So many things were swirling around his head - including all the ways he would be killing Ben Boykewich.

Her head was in her hands now, screaming in sorrow at her feet, "I'm sorry! I'm so so so sorrrryyyyy!"

A strong crunch to the jaw shut him up, as Ricky's fist connected to Ben's face and sent him reeling. "You raped her!" He yelled, landing another punch, "You saw an opportunity, and you took advantage of her!" Grabbing him by the collar while he was still dazed from the blow, he threw him on the ground, "You thought she wouldn't remember, and you'd be in the clear -" Punch. "You never loved her! You only loved the idea of her!" Another punch, slamming his scrawny body down further into the concrete, his voice thick and laced with rage, "But guess what, rich boy? Amy did remember, and she told me everything, and I swear I'm going to make you pay for what you did to her." Two more punches. "Because I actually love that woman, and I'll be damned if you ever come near her again!" Shaking his hand out to alleviate some of the pain starting to creep in, he stood up and wiped his brow with his forearm. "You better be thankful she wasn't pregnant with your baby, or you'd be dead by now because I would have killed you!" He spat, eyes wild with darkness as he fought the urge to start hitting him again, but instead turned on his boot heel.

The older officer, tightened the cuffs at his wrists, making him wince at the uncomfortable shift. Straightening his shoulders to keep him standing straight, he stated, "Richard Underwood you are under arrest for assault and battery. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say, can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can not afford an attorney, one will be provided to you." Leading him across the floor, they paused in the doorway, the older man shifting the radio that was slung across his chest, "Do you understand these rights as I have explained them?"

With a nod, Ricky stared straight ahead into the dark hallway and replied, "Yes." He heard her sniffle behind him and turned just enough to meet her eyes with his; the fear now morphing to devastation at him being carted away like he was. He swallowed roughly, letting a tear cascade down his jaw because she had to witness all of this, "It's going to be okay, Amy. I promise." The officers gave a small nod to each other before the sandy blonde one shut the door behind them; their heavy booted footsteps causing the floor to rattle.

"You -" Ricky raged, bucking against the handcuffs to free his hands to finish the job he left behind. But the officers hand stilled his movements. He knew he couldn't cause a scene because those men would have no issues pulling their guns on him if he so much as jerked the wrong way. There stood Ben, smirking at him, arms crossed over his chest. "You son of a bitch!" He spit through gritted teeth, being led away forcibly past him and out the door.