I Am Lost Without You Here. [Motionless In White]

Chapter 8 - If It's Dead, We'll Kill It.

I Am Lost Without You Here.

Chapter 8 - If It’s Dead, We’ll Kill It.

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[Ricky]

It was about midnight when Tyler’s phone went off.

Someone was calling, but he wouldn’t wake up and take the call.

I finally grabbed it, and without looking at the caller ID, pressed the answer box.

‘Hello? This is Ricky, Tyler is asleep. Do you need anything?’ I asked quietly.

‘Uh no.’ Abigail said. ‘Tell him I called though.’

Abigail?

Why in the world was she calling my Tyler?

‘Okay sure.’

I immediately hung up and put Tyler’s phone away. I’d have to ask him why Abigail was calling him so late at night.

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The next morning, Ricky woke up and found Tyler going through his phone.

‘Oh yeah Tyler, Abigail called.’ Ricky said, watching Tyler’s eyes widen. ‘Can you please explain why she was calling so late at night? And why she has your number after I told you I DIDN’T like her?’

Ricky sat up, running a hand through his hair to fix it in its proper place.

‘What kind of boyfriend are you?’

‘Don’t talk to me like that Richard.’ Tyler snapped. ‘I should be the one over reacting because of what YOU did. Or do you not remember that RICK?’

‘I know what I did and I already apologized for it. You don’t have to fucking rub it in every fucking day.’ Ricky said, getting up and getting ready to walk out. ‘And don’t call me Richard, asshole.’

Ricky turned on his heels and started to walk, when he felt Tyler grab his wrist and pull him back.

‘I said DON’T talk to me like that.’

Ricky smirked as he tried to pull himself away.

‘I can do whatever the fuck I want.’ the younger male said. ‘Now let me go, my band has sounds check.’

‘I’m not letting you go until you talk to me nicely.’

‘Why the fuck would I be nice to you? I clearly told you I DIDN’T like Abigail and you CLEARLY talk to her.’ Ricky said, freeing himself from Tyler’s grip.

The younger male slowly backed up and walked away. A sharp pain shot through Ricky’s head, before he realized Tyler had grabbed a chunk of his hair and was pulling him back to him.

‘I said don’t fucking talk to me like that.’ Tyler yelled, punching Ricky on the corner of his mouth. ‘Talk to me like that one more time and you’re really gonna get it.’

Before Tyler let the younger male go, he heavily slapped where he had punched him. Blood was leaking from Ricky’s mouth, staining his shirt.

‘I’m sorry but you have to learn somehow.’ Tyler said, taking his shirt off.

‘What is a man that lays a hand on his lover and calls it tough love?’ Ricky asked, holding his shirt up to the blood. ‘Shit.’ he spat before running out