Hostage

Hostage (6)

I ended up walking down the sidewalk back towards the house. Alex's words ran through my head over and over again, and one question stayed implanted right in my brain that I couldn't ignore. Did Ricky honestly care about me. Half of my brain said yes, of course he did. He had always showed some sort of interest in me, and maybe he just had trouble with it, unsure of what others would say. The other half said no, that caring what others would say was stupid, and according to the way he acted last year, that I didn't matter at all, that I probably didn't even exist. I like the first option better.

I was still deep in thought as I opened the side door and stepped into the cool air of the house. "What's wrong Lex?" I glanced up and saw Ricky standing there, looking at me curiously. "Where's Alex?"

I scowled. "No idea, and nothing wrong." I said trying to walk past him but he stopped me.

"I know something wrong, I know you too well." He said and I turned my head away glaring at the window. Does he really know me at all? I felt my head be pulled back and then Ricky was kissing me. As usual, everything on my mind instantly slipped and left me blank. I was caught up in the wonderful kiss, loving absolutely every moment of it. Then all too soon it ended. I felt him wrap is arms around my waist, and pull me closer to him. "Now, can you tell me what's wrong."

I let out a soft sigh. "Truthfully, I don't even remember anymore." I stared at him for a long time, deep in those chocolate brown eyes of his. "You really do care about me, don't you?"

A soft smile spread across his face. "I love you." He kissed me again, but my mind this time was swarmed with his words. He loves me. He really loves me! I've been waiting so long just to hear those amazing three little words come from his mouth and now they did.

We broke apart for a minute and I took that as my chance. "I love you too, so much." We kissed again. I don't care what Alex, or anyone says. We have each other, just Ricky and I. That was all that mattered, right?

"Do you feel better?" He asked, leaning his forehead against mine, not putting an inch between us. I nodded my head, hardly managing to get words out. He gave me a quick kiss again, before taking my hand and turning away to lead me to the bedroom.

I was humming loudly, the soft happy tune filled the bathroom, creating a happy atmosphere, as I finished up my shower. As I got dressed in some of my favorite jeans, and cute low cut tank top, combing back my hair, I finally stopped humming and exited the bathroom.

I was in such a happy mood at the moment. I had no idea when Alex had came home, but both him and Tyler had stayed clear from me, not that I gave a care. They could go jump off a cliff for all I care. My stomach growled and I headed out to the kitchen and to the fridge to find something "edible".

At the sound of footsteps, I turned around and saw Ricky walk over to the table and pick up a bottle. After staring at it a few minutes he opened it and took out a couple pills. "What are you doing?" I asked cautiously as I grabbed some fruit.

"Just got a headache, no biggy." He muttered quietly, and rubbed his head as if to prove a point.

"Oh, okay." I said absently, leaning on the counter. After I had finished eating I wondered into the little office like room to check some things on the ancient computer. I had discovered this room yesterday evening, and normally spent my time here. There were some old things lying around, a big mattress up against the wall behind the desk, I even found dirty torn and wrinkled photos, of what I assumed to be the family that used to live here. I wondered what happened to them anyways, causing them to get up and leave everything behind.

A loud sound coming from the other side of the house jarred me out of my thoughts and I got up startled, bolting out and down the hall. I made it to the kitchen where I saw Ricky collapse over into a chair, looking drowsy and ready to pass out any given second. "Ricky! What's wrong." I heard some slurred noise come from him, but that was it. I picked up the bottle he had taken pills from and read over it. "How many of these did you take?" I asked him. Still no answer. I tried to think back and remember for myself. I think it was three, maybe. I glanced at the bottle again. It said to take two. "Oh god, boy, you've over-dosed yourself!" I wailed.

I looked up to the doorway to see the two brothers standing there. "What's all the screaming about?" I blinked noting neither of their mouths moved and I looked back at Ricky who was rubbing his head.

"You over-dosed yourself." I said frantically.

"Stop yelling..." Ricky tried waving his hand up at me, to gesture me to be quiet. "I have a headache." I let out a soft groan, and he gave me the most messed up glare I had ever seen.

"He's so out of it." I heard Tyler said, and he went over to Ricky, grabbing his arm, and hauling him up, keeping hold of his weight and moving him out of the room.

"Oh my god." I said slowly, starting to shake a little bit. I looked at the table where the bottle was laying, and saw a few more pills bottles. There was loads of drugs sitting there, not all prescription. I started shaking more, and felt tears prickle in my eyes and spill over my cheeks. I felt arms wrap around me in a hug, but I knew it was Alex. "We have to do something."

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