Stay calm

21

I was pissed that Ricky wasn't answering. My car would be fixed in a few hours not that it was a good idea to go over there. I'd have four guys trying to beat the shit out of me.

Finally my phone rang.

"Sorry my phone was off." Sure it was.

"It's fine, when are you coming back?"

"Tommorow."

Ricky

"Hey babe." I stand on my toes to kiss him.

"How was your trip, did you get enough fresh air?"

"Yes, and it was great. Me and Matt talked to our dad in jail, we might go again."

"I bet you were happy to see Angelo."

"Yes I was, are you really still pissed?"

"Yeah Rick I am, you left without telling me. You can't just do that."

"Why do you think you own me or something?"

"Yeah kinda."

"Fuck off." He grabs my arm before I can walk out the door.

"Where do you think you're going."

"Getting my meds, don't follow me."

"Just because you're upset. What did I do?"

"You don't fucking own me and can't tell me what to do. When you get that through your head then you can come see me." He tries to follow me but I'm able to close the elevator before he got there.

"Devin?" I was sitting outside against the apartment building.

"Right here sweetie."

"I don't know what to do."

"I'll take care of it."

"What are you going to do?"

"Fuck him up."

"How?"

"Don't worry, I won't hurt him. To bad."

*Devin*

Scaring him would be easy but I didn't want him to lash out at Ricky if he got angry. Then I'd have to kill him. Well I don't have to but I want to.

He was pacing, clearly irritated. I tip over a glass to get his attention. Glass shattered everywhere. My bad. I wait for him to clean up and sit back down to break something else.

"What the fuck."

I pull out the knife drawer, he froze.

"Please don't hurt me."

"Why would I do that." I show myself.

The blood drained from his face, "please."

"I want to know, why would I hurt you?"

"B-because I upset Ricky."

"Right, now if you do it again I'll do much worse than I'm about to."

He flies into the wall, only hard enough to knock the wind out of him.

I grab his shirt collar and pull him up so we're face to face, "do you understand?"

He nods, "do you fucking understand? "

"Y-yes."

"Good." I disappear, "treat him well, if not I'll do far more worse."

*Ricky*