Baby Doll. || CRICKY || Literate MIW Fic

f l o w e r . 1

Ricky woke up to the sound of something crashing downstairs. There was yelling, too.

Confused, the boy got out of his bed and pulled on a sweater to cover his bare chest before making his way down the stairs. What he saw was nothing unusual, broken glass littering the floor and his dad screaming at his brother Kevin.

Everyone in the house was always fighting. Well... Everyone being Kevin and his dad. Their mom left when Ricky was a year old, leaving both two year old Kevin and little Ricky with their father.

Their dad had always been a mean man. That's probably why their mother left him. Both Kevin and dad were always angry, and always screaming at each other.

When a beer bottle flew past Rickys head and smashed into the wall, the boy was jolted out of his thoughts as he ran upstairs with a squeal. They didn't like when Ricky "eavesdropped" on them.

But it's not exactly eavesdropping when you're screaming at the top of your lungs, is it?

Ricky covered his ears as he ran back to his room, more deep yells coming from the men downstairs. He shut the door and fell onto his bed, tears pricking at his blue eyes as he hugged his teddy bear under his blanket.

See... Ricky lives a very stressful life. He'd always had severe depression, along with all the trouble at home. It makes everything harder. The way Ricky deals with this stress is a little taboo, but it works for him and many other people.

He had always loved the more childish things. Ricky never got rid of his teddy bears like all of his old friends had. He never stopped sleeping with a pacifier in his mouth. He never stopped being a child at heart. To put it simply... Ricky acted like a little kid one hundred percent of the time. His father didn't like it, but he made no effort to change it, only pushing the odd child away and shunning him for it. Kevin, being very over protective of his brother, cherished this and supported him through it even though Ricky knew no different.

The boy was always so innocent, being so oblivious to all the bad in the world besides the bad in his household.

After an hour or two of hiding in his room, Ricky heard the front door slam, signaling either his father or Kevin leaving. He hoped it was his father.

When he thought it was safe, Ricky slowly opened the door. He peeked around, looking to see who left.

"Rick?"

He turned to the bathroom, seeing Kevin in there addressing a new wound on his eyebrow. It made Ricky feel very bad with how much they fought.

"Yes..?" He gently walked forward, not knowing if the boy was still mad.

"Did you hear any of that?" Kevin gave Ricky a hard look.

He shook his head, still clutching his bear. "Nuh uh. I covered my ears," the boy answered with big eyes.

Again, Kevin knew about how pure and childish Ricky was. As most older brothers are, Kevin was extremely protective of him, and he was especially protective of the tender and little side of Ricky. That was his baby brother.

"Okay," the boy huffed, placing a bandaid over his eyebrows. "Dad left, so its okay. Me and him got in a big big fight this time," Kevin explained slowly.

Ricky furrowed his eyebrows, nodding a little bit.

"So me and you are gonna stay at my friend's house for a while, okay?"

The boy frowned, looking down. They did this a lot. They'd spend a few days at one of Kevin's friends houses, to get away long enough for their dad to cool down a little bit. "Okay.."

Kevin frowned. "Come on. Let's pack you a bag." He huffed and walked past Ricky and into his room.

Ricky followed behing a little slower, sniffling a little bit from crying so much earlier. He sat on his bed, hesitantly watching as Kevin packed his bag.

The boy threw in some skirts and panties and a few sweaters, some leggings and jeans and a few tee shirts. "Rick... we're gonna need another bag. We're staying there for a while, okay? While Kevy takes care of some adult stuff?"

Kevin was nineteen, and Ricky just turned seventeen. The older one had dropped out his junior year, but he told Ricky to stay in school. It'd be good for him. Ricky did graduate highschool, and this summer and fall were his first time not going to school.
Ricky slowly got out another backpack. "What kind of adult stuff?" He tipped his head to the side.

"Nothing you need to worry about," Kevin rushed, throwing more clothes in this bag, along with some stuff he knew Ricky needed. He grabbed the boy's paci and handed it to him, smiling softly. "Just relax, okay? I'm already packed. Let Kevy finish doing this.."

Ricky took the binkie in his mouth and scooted onto his bed, already making him feel a little better. Kevin grabbed Rickys antidepressants and tossed them in the bag, along with some pajamas and a stuffie.

"Get dressed, Ricky. I'll be right back, and you better be in some nicer clothes."

Nodding and getting off the bed, Ricky zipped up the bags and set them on his bed before taking his boxers off and pulling on some fresh panties. Kevin was already in his own room at this point. He pulled on a pair of white stockings before a pink skirt, taking off his ratty sweater and replacing it with a pink one.

"I'm weddy," Ricky whined, sitting down on his bed and holding onto his teddy.

Kevin came back a second later, with a sweater on now because its fall. He nodded and grabbed Rickys little boots, crouching down to slip them on his little brothers feet and lacing them up.

" 'Ank you," Ricky said, kicking his feet a little before standing up. Kevin had his own bags to carry, so Ricky grabbed his own as they walked out to the car.

They filled up Kevin's car before Ricky sat down in the back seat. Kevin buckled him in before shutting the door, getting in the drivers seat, and taking off to the place they were staying.

Where they were going, Ricky had no idea.