One Shots

Not Giving Up (Ricky Horror)

Reagan's POV

There was a knock at the door. A few seconds later there was another knock, indicating my lazy older brother hadn't bothered to answer the door. Sighing, I got up from my bed and walked to the door. My older brother invited one of his friends over tonight. I'm not really bothered by this seeing as I spend most of my time in the bathroom or in my bedroom but I never really met any of his friends so it was a little weird. "Hi, um, is Chris home?" A pale boy with long black hair asked you. "Yeah, he's in his room," I shrugged, letting him inside. I watched as he walked into my brother's room before I walked into my bedroom, closing the door behind me quietly. I quickly pulled on one of my oversized black hoodies. I am worried that Ricky has seen my scarred left wrist when I opened the door but he hadn't said anything so I'm somewhat sure that he didn't see. The worst scars, well they are still cuts they haven't quite made it to scars just yet, are on my thighs where no one would see them. The sound of my mother's voice calling everyone down for pizza echoed throughout the house. I dreaded having dinner but it was just one of those things that has to be done whether I like it or not. I would just vomit it back up while everyone was asleep anyway. Sitting down at the table, I noticed that Ricky was sitting beside my brother, talking about some band that I'd heard my brother talk about a million times. My mother smiled, she was probably just happy that her son has friends. I mean he is in a band with Ricky too so he has more friends. She probably doesn't care that her daughter didn't even know anyone that genuinely cared about her. I have no friends and it hurts. I've tried to make friends but they just stab me in the back in the end. As I swallowed down a few bites of my first slice of pizza I already began to feel sick. I haven't eaten anything proper for a few days now; I was able to get away without eating dinner last night because I fell asleep before it was made. Ricky looked up at me, making me feel self-conscious and once again, sick. I quickly finished the slice that I was eating with force and then excused myself from the table, claiming that I am full. As I hurried up to my room I made sure that I didn't fall over my own feet; that would only make me look like an idiot. A few hours had passed since I'd eaten a slice of greasy pizza. It wasn't sitting well in my stomach and I just wanted to get rid of it. It was around 10PM, my parents should surely be asleep. Walking slowly from my room to the bathroom, I made sure that no one was watching me. Once I was in the bathroom I forced my fingers down my throat, making the pizza that I'd eaten only a few hours ago come back up and drown in the toilet bowl. By the time I was finished there were tears running down my face. I felt like shit for eating that much but I feel better for getting rid of it. I knew I wouldn't be feeling as good tomorrow but I just had to hold onto that small ray of hope. My eyes searched around the room as I tried to remember where I'd hidden my razorblade. There was one under the sink; that would be the easiest to get so I quickly grabbed it and held the sharp object in my hand. As much as I didn't want to do this, my addiction said otherwise. Sliding the blade across my skin, more tears fell from my eyes and a few landed in the freshly made cuts which only made them hurt more. The door opened and my eyes quickly flickered over to the person that had opened it. It was Ricky. Whilst I hoped that it wasn't one of my parents, my older brother's best friend had just walked in on me cutting. "I'm so sorry, I just came to take a piss," Ricky rambled on. He stopped talking once he saw my arm. "Reagan, what did you do?" He asked, sitting down next to me. "I-I don't know. I'm so-sorry," I said through the tears. Ricky quickly pulled out some things from the bathroom cupboard and cleaned my arms. He apologized each time he heard me make a sound and once he was done he pulled me into his arms. "I know I don't know you very well but if you ever need anyone to talk to just know that I'm here for you and I want you to get better," Ricky said just above a whisper. I nodded my head against his chest before whispering a small thank you.

5 Years Later

"Ricky, can you come here please?" I asked rocking back and forth. I have been dating Ricky for about four and a half years now. Most of the fans loved us being together but there is a small portion who hates me. "Where are you Reagan?" he asked. "The bathroom." I said through the tears that were pouring from my eyes. He came in and stopped in his tracks. He ran over and hugged me tightly. "What happened Rea?" he asked. I showed him the tweet on my phone. It read Reagan is such a fucking whore. I saw her cheating on Ricky with one of the roadies this past tour. I don't know why he is with her. Not a surprise that she is pregnant. I hope Ricky abandons her and she has a miscarriage. "It isn't true Ricky. You know it isn't true. You know I would never cheat on you. I hate being around people I don't know. That is why I don't leave yours, Chris, Josh, Devin, Ryan's side. I still trust Angelo and TJ. I mean I am still nervous around Brandon and I don't want to be near him." I said. "I know Rea, I believe you. I trust you no matter what. Now are you really pregnant?" he asked. "Yes, I haven't even told anyone yet but Chris because he was with me and he is my brother. I don't know how she found out." I said. "Don't worry about it, just be excited we get to bring a new person into the world." He said. I nodded and finally my tears stopped. "Are you really excited?" I asked. "Of course, I can't wait to meet our little miracle." He said. I smiled and kissed him. I am so glad that Ricky helped me get better the past five years get better. I am no longer bulimic and I don't hurt myself anymore. He picked me up and carried me to our bed. "I am going to make your twitter private now and all your other social networks. No one is making my beautiful girlfriend feel horrible about herself." He said. "Thank you Ricky. I love you." I said. "I love you too." He said. See the trust we have ca never be broken. He knows the passwords to everything of mine and I know all his passwords. I looked at my phone and saw Ricky tweeted that he is excited to be a father and can't wait till our baby is born.