Family Of Horror (Sequel to Ghost Rider)

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Ghost's POV:

I led the girl to the bus, hoping to God Ricky won't kill me. "There you are! I tried calling you like a million times!" Ricky shouts at me as soon as walk through the door. "I know, I know, I didn't bring my phone. I'm sorry." I try to touch him but he swats my hand away. "No! You scared the shit out of me! What did I do to make you hate me!?" He looks really upset and about to cry. "Sweetheart, I don't hate you, I just needed some air to breathe."

"And a girl to fuck?" He sneers, noticing the girl behind me. "What? No. She needs a place to stay and we have an extra bunk." He's not listening, walking away. "Oh my god, kill me now." I mutter.

"Is he always like that?" The girl asks. "No, he just has really bad anxiety and I'm not helping. Let me introduce you to guys I hope won't shout at me." I pull her forward to where everyone in the 'living room' can see her. "What's your name?" I ask, realizing I hadn't asked. "Jaide."

"Ghost." I tell her. "Hey guys, this is Jaide, she needs a place to stay for the night. Jaide this is Chris, Balz, Ryan, and Angelo." Surprisingly she didn't laugh at Balz's name, that's a first. "Ok, I'll move in Ryan's bunk." Balz says. "You say that like you don't sleep with him anyway." Chris chuckles. "How do you know?" Ryan asks. "You think I don't hear that fat ass getting in the bunk? I sleep above you."

"Anyway, you will have the right top bunk, I will probably have to sleep on the couch." I sigh. "Is he really that pissed?" Ryan asks. "Yeah, looks like it. I'm going to walk around more, you guys make Jaide comfortable." I walk past them into the bunk room. "Wrong way." Balz chuckles. "Yeah I know, I'm talking to my husband."

I find Ricky in Heresy's bunk, holding her while she sleeps, stroking her hair. "Why?" He cries, wiping his eyes. "Why what? All I did was get some air and help a stranded girl. Ricky, you know I love you too much to do anything stupid again." I lean into the bunk, kissing Heresy's little head and then kissed where his tears fell. "I'm sorry I overreacted, I was just scared and you weren't overly happy at the set and I thought I had done something."

"No, I was just thinking too much." I kinda lie, I was upset because of what he said so he kinda did something but I wasn't about to tell him that. "What about?" Ugh, why did he have to ask that. "Why don't we go on a little walk?"

He puts on his hoodie and I get mine back from Jaide, kissing her forehead before taking Ricky's hand and leading him out.

"So what couldn't you say in there?" He asks while we walk. "I was thinking about whether or not we had a kid. I've always wanted to have kids, it was just something that was always a life goal but if you really don't want kids I'll get over it." My heart physically hurt saying that. "Devin..." He's going to say no. "We can look into it but we aren't in the right postion right now. Maybe after the next tour." Well that wasn't a no or a yes. "Thank you for at least considering it." I'm still not happy and I think he knows it, stopping and hugging me. "I'm sorry. I wish it could be easier but it's not."

We start to walk back after a minute, I swoop Ricky up carrying him bridal style to the bus. "Hey boys, back to being all lovey-dovey grossness?" Chris asks. "You think this is gross?" I kiss Ricky. "Imagine my postion, your screwing a girl that is practically my sister." I chuckle.

"You've fucked her too." He glares, again. "Yeah, I was not right in the head at the time. I regret it." I cringe at the thought. "No you don't. We both know she's too good to regret." He sighs. I give a sorry look to Ricky before I respond. "I never said she wasn't good, but imagine fucking your sister, it don't matter if she's a sex goddess, it's weird." I leave it at that, taking Ricky to our bunk.

"So Kylie's a sex goddess?" He asks, jealous. "Not compared to you." I whisper, kissing his neck. "Oh really, now I'm a sex god, I think you give that title out to freeingly." He chuckles, letting out a low moan as I nip at his sweet spot. "Please stop." He sighs, forcing himself to say that. "Heresy is two feet away." He explains as I lay on my back and he lays mostly on me, not comfortable being smashed against the wall.