Haley's POV
I let out a small yawn as my mind came back to the real world. I turned my head slightly and saw a figure sitting beside me with something in his lap.
"Oh, you're awake? How are you feeling?" Ricky had closed what was apparently a book, and set it on his nightstand.
"I'm fine. It was just another anxiety attack. I've had them since I started kindergarten so it was nothing you did." He nodded his head just looked at me for a minute.
"You up for going somewhere?"
"It depends..." He chuckled and pulled me so I was sitting up and squeezed my hand.
"It's a surprise." I furrowed my eyebrows and just stared at him. Was I really going to let this stranger take me somewhere. At this point, was he really still a stranger?
"Let's get you cleaned up." I looked at him with a fake hurt expression.
Ricky walked over to a small door and pulled it open. He pushed past some shirts and finally stopped at a small, dark purple one. He pulled it out and showed it to me.
Written on the front were the words 'Motionless in White'. My face must have shown my shock because he just laughed.
"Do you like them?"
"That's an understatement." I giggled.
He handed me the hanger and a pair of ripped jeans. Were these really gonna fit me?
"You gonna turn around or can I get changed somewhere else?"
"Aw, no fun," I felt my face heat up at his comment."You know where the bathroom is." He laughed, gently pushing me to the open door down the hall.
Surprisingly, the shirt fit very well. The "skinny" jeans were a little baggy though, but that was fine. I looked in the mirror and saw how much of a mess my face was. I looked like I had just joined Kiss. I opened the door, slowly peaking out. At the end of the hall, his door was open and I had clear very of him changing clothes. I panicked and fell backwards. Shit. Footsteps came running toward the bathroom and swung the door open. Ricky, wearing only pants, came over and helped me off the floor.
"You okay?" I gulped the lump in my throat down and shook my head.
"Yeah, do you think I could go to my apartment to get my makeup and phone." I added the part about my phone because I didn't want him saying no and making me go without makeup.
"Yeah sure."
Painfully, we walked down the stairs to my apartment. The door was open. Shit, was I being robbed?
I'd rather have been robbed than have him sitting on my couch.
Greg got up, walking so he was close enough that I felt his breath on my forehead.
"Hey babe." He said wrapping his arm around my waist, while also grabbing a handful of my ass.
I tried to push him off but he didn't budge.
Someone cleared there throat a few feet away.
"I don't think she wants you touching her."
"Who's the fag?" Greg asked me, while glaring at Ricky.
"Greg, get out." He unlaced his arm from my body and slowly walked over to Ricky.
"You been fucking my girlfriend?" Ricky smirked at that and rolled his eyes.
"I just met her, and I have more respect for her than that."
"So he's gay?" Greg asked, turning around to look at me while laughing.
That was too far. I slowly walked up to him in a seductive manner, running my hands up his thighs, up to his arms, grabbing his hands and holding them tightly, while still staring directly into his eyes. I pulled back slightly, and with a quick motion, rammed my knee into his crotch. He doubled over on the floor, coughing.
"Now, will you PLEASE get the fuck out?" I crouched over and screamed in his face.
Pulling Ricky along with me, I walked to my bathroom and closed the door.
I sat on the floor, holding my head in between my legs. I was crying way too often.
Ricky walked over, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Shhh, it's gonna be okay." He cooed, trying to calm me down.
Soon enough, the tears stopped falling and I stood up to look in the mirror.
Opening the drawer to the left of the sink, I grabbed the makeup remover and started scrubbing my face. I heard Ricky gasp a little as I turned to throw away the wipe.
"Did he do that to you?" He nearly screamed as he saw the bruise under my cheek bone.
"Yeah." He went to move out the door. "Please don't do anything." I pleaded, grabbing his arm. In all honesty, I didn't want Greg to hurt him. He walked passed me into the living room, soon coming back empty handed.
"He's gone." I sighed in relief, finishing up my face.
For the first time in almost a year, I locked my apartment as we left.
"So, where are we going?" I said looking over at him as he drove. His lips curled up into a smile and he put his index finger to his mouth, signaling me to be quiet. I shook my head, laughing and turned on the radio.
