In Hiding // Ricky 'Horror' Olson

Black & White

It's been a week since Ricky and I last talked to each other. He's been distant; making me think twice about our relationship. I've been living with Jesse, Ricky has had our house all to himself. I know I shouldn't be worried about Jesse, but he came back the other night after being out with his friends- or so he says- smelling like girls perfume and it most certainly wasn't mine. I feel bad because I'm scared that he's cheating on me. Yet, I did the same exact thing with the one guy that he's never liked..

He recently just left; for the third time today.. So, I decided to call up Ryan-Ashley earlier, asking if she wanted to come over. She Obviously said yes, seeing as how she just walked through the front door and is now hugging me tightly. We're planning on going to get our nails done.

* * *

"Honestly, all I can say is that you were wrong to cheat on him with Rick, but him doing the same is a whole 'nother thing; it only makes matters worse." She explained, watching as the lady in front of her did her magic on Ryan's nails. "I have no room to tell you what to do, but I feel as if you guys should split. Plus, 'Harley Olson' sounds so much better than 'Harley Fletcher'", she joked, laughing. I sent her a playful glare, blushing slightly when she said 'Harley Olson'.

"Lately, I've been falling out of love with Jesse; day by day." I started, "maybe we weren't meant to be." She sent me a sympathetic look, reaching her tatted up arm over to rub my back. "It'll get better, Harley. I promise." I nodded, glancing down at my engagement ring, wishing Ricky was the one to give me it.

I dismissed that thought immediately.

I hate that I'm controlled by my emotions.

* * *

"Jessie, I think we should break," I mumbled, watching him as he slowly rose his head from his hands. He glared, "are you leaving me for that short, raccoon looking fag?" I gasped lightly, "no, I'm not leaving you for Rick-,"
"Don't say his name in my house," he seethed, aggressively getting up from his seat, nearly throwing the bar stool across the room. I flinched, "no, I'm not leaving you for him." Lie "then who? My brother? Oh, what about Ryan or even ANGELO!? You've been getting a bit too close with the both of them lately! You know what? I don't even care anymore; leave! You're a waste of my time anyways." I couldn't help but feel anger bubble up inside of me. Just the other day he was talking about how much he supposedly loves me and how he wanted to start a family together.

"Fine, you're a stupid, lil bitch anyways, I don't even understand how the fuck I was able to handle you're pathetic, crybaby ass the past few years!" I yelled, "you've always been second place anyways." 

I gasped, feeling my cheek sting. 

He slapped me.

I breathed in deeply through my nose, closing my eyes, letting the air out through my mouth.

"I'm so mad at you," he growled.

"You got some nerve to be mad at me for, fuck, anything. What have I done besides give you what I could not afford?" I calmly replied, wanting nothing but to be able to rip out his throat at any given second now.

"You know what? Just get out; now! Grab your shit and go run back to that- that lil bitch!" He yelled, ignoring the question, damn well knowing that I'm right.

I reached up, back handing his freshly shaven cheek, watching as his cheek bled because of the way I swiped my engagement ring. I grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanking him down to my 5'4 self, our faces only centimeters apart. "Call him that again and I swear on my fucking life, you won't be able to say shit ever again." I threatened, pushing him off me, watching as he tripped over the recently thrown stool.

I grabbed my already packed bag and purse, walking over a fuming Jesse before slamming the door on my way out, getting into my matte black Range Rover, leaning my head against the steering wheel.

What am I going to do now?

| A/N: Sorry it's so short & shitty- just like me ;~( |