Ricky's POV
I just stood a few feet away from the door, too shell shocked to move. I jumped as I felt Dexter rub against my leg. He started prancing around the room, making harsh noises. He missed Haley already.
"Get used to it, she's not coming back." Dexter just tilted his head and looked at me confusedly.
Why would she do this to me? Why would Balz do that? I thought we were brothers. My blood started pumping faster and faster as my anger grew. Grabbing my keys, I stormed out of my apartment, down the stairwell, and into my car.
Speeding out of my parking spot, my tires squealed in protest as they fought against the pavement below . Swerving around an oncoming truck, I sped into traffic. Leaning down, I turned the radio on and started playing Slipknot as loud as my car would allow me.
The usual twenty minute drive only lasted a little under ten minutes. Swinging my door open, I stormed up the concrete path toward the door. I didn't bother knocking, I just barged right in.
"What the fu-" Balz said and turned around to see me standing in the doorway.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? You just couldn't keep it in your pants could you? You know how much Haley means to me!" His eyes were wide with shock as he staired at me speechless.
"I'm sorry, but she needed someone to comfort her, and things heated up." By now, I had inched my way to stand roughly a foot in front of him. My fists were tightly balled and I was shaking in complete rage.
Pulling my arm from my side in a swift motion, I slammed it into his nose, blood immediately spouting everywhere.
"FUCK!" He yelped, quickly catching the fountain the was his nose. Abruptly, I turned on my heels and walked toward the door.
"You are NOT my brother, Balz." I said, turning around for one last glance. I could tell that caused him more pain than anything physical I could ever inflict. Good, he deserved it.
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*TWO DAYS LATER*
"Ricky?" I heard Ghost's voice echo through my apartment. I didn't care enough to mov e or say anything in response. Slowly, my door slid open and Ghost appeared with chicken wings in hand. The smell wafted toward me and my stomach made an obnoxious noise. He chuckled and handed me the takeout box. Nodding in thanks, I sat up slightly, gratefully taking the food.
"So you want to talk about it?" I looked up from my food and gave him an exasperated look. I knew he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Setting the box on my nightstand, I patted the empty spot on my bed next to me. He walked over, plopping down and looking at me expectantly.
"Balz slept with Haley, what am I supposed to say?"
"Have you talked to either of them since you found out?" I shook my head and looked down at my hands.
"I don't need to. Neither of them are ever going to be in my life again." He frowned slightly.
"What about the band?" My stomach dropped.
"You guys will just have to find another guitarist. I can't go on tour with him."
"Ricky, just think this through. Don't make any haste decisions." I nodded my head to appease him, I already know what choice I'd made. I was going to move back to Washington and pursue my career in writing.
"Well, you've been cooped up here long enough. Lets go, the guys and I are taking you out." He said, giving me no choice in the matter. He pulled me out of bed, walked over to my closet, opened the door, and left. I chose a pair of black skinny jeans, a plain black v-neck, and a jacket. Slipping on the clothes, I lastly slinked my arms into the jacket and took a deep breath. It smelled like Haley's sweat pea perfume; this was the one I had let her barrow after our incident. I felt the tears sting my eyes as I took it off and threw it on my bed. Going back to my closet, I grabbed another and walked out to where Ghost was sitting in the living room.
"Alright, I'm ready." I sighed. He stood out of his seat, walking in front of me down to his car.
I still had no idea where he was taking me.
