Twist Me | Ghorror

Partner In Crime| Chapter 17

Pulling up up to Ricky house he helped me get out of the car and he held o to me till I could get my balance as we stood in the driveway. Ryan step out of the car after the two of us were already out. 

"Ryan would you mind finish getting rid of everything for us?" Ricky ask him and I could see the annoyance in Ryan face before Ricky even stop speaking. I'm starting to feel like he usually gets left with the shit jobs or he's just very short temper. Either way he seemed done dealing with other peoples messes as he said before.

He let out a sigh as he was debating on if he should do it or not. "Fine but you owe me for this." He said forcefully before walking out to the back of the car. 

Ricky grab my hand and grasp it tightly in his, getting my attention. "Let's go inside. We can talk about things if you want. If you don't want to though you can at least be warm and comfortable." I nodded and followed behind him up the driveway. 

Seeing the house as we got closer shocked me.  I didn't expect this to happen so soon or at all. I didn't picture myself coming back to this house again after what happened last time but I guess things are turning out differently then expected for me. That is just how life seems to work sometimes I guess.

Walking into the foyer I almost stopped dead in my tracks as I saw the door to the basement. It brought back all the memories from what I had come face to face with when I was here and the strangest thing about that was how I was starting to view those events. They were no longer stresses for me and I was seeing it in a more positive light. Strangely enough I'm agreeing with every word Ricky had said.  

I kicked my shoes off by the door and followed Ricky up the stairs, into the living room. I felt like I wasn't really present and I was just listening to the sound that his shoes made against the floor to guide me.  I was snapped out of my trance like state by a quite meowing coming from the floor by my feet. 

 "Someone seems to have missed you." Ricky acknowledge with a smile as he sat down on the couch, watching Dexter interact with me. 

Walking over to the couch  I sat down on the opposite side from where Ricky had sat down, not being fully comfortable with being closer to him just yet.  

"I think you might of been right about everything." I mumble out, deciding to get right to the point. I knew if I didn't just start speaking about it now it would just kept getting more difficult for me.

"Do you really think so? I mean if you do I'll help you. I just want to make sure that is your own choice, not the choice your making from the thing I had said prior to this." He said reaching his hand across the couch to grasp mine. I wanted to pull it away from him but I know his intentions were just to comfort me.

I nodded as I took in what he had said said. "I think this is my own thoughts. The more I think through everything it just seemed to make sense. I was already on this path before people forced me to change. Plus even though I'm shaken up right now I feel lighter, more relaxed."

He moved closer to me slowly, giving me time to tell him to back off if I need to. He placed a hand under my chin, making me look into his soft, blue eyes.  "I'm glad you are truly feeling like that. This well get easier and soon you'll no longer get shaken up like how you are now." 

"Hopefully that's the case." I mumlbe taking in his words. If that wasn't the case this would all be for nothing. He had to be right because he has been doing this for a long time now and it seems to have gotten him somewhere. 

"Now all I can think about is if I shouldn't of spent all those years trying to remove this part of myself." I rested my head on his shoulder as I spoke.

He let out a sigh. "I think it was the right move for you at the time. You need to get where you are to be able to go about this properly." He responded so fast that I was amusing this was a conversation he has had either with himself or other people before.

I nodded as I took in what he said. "Maybe you're right." I mumlbe, more just telling myself that. I'll learn to deal with this and hopefully things will be normal for me, the way they should of always been. 

This was the way life should work out right? The strong survive and the weak die. Maybe some would view what he has done as playing god in a way but it still seems right to me. I don't really know his reasoning for doing what he does but I don't feel like talking about it right now. I was more focused on myself.

"Is this the right thing to do?" I ask him, blurting it out without any second thought.My thoughts had brought on this question and it was one I couldn't fully answer for myself since day one.

He let out a sigh, knowing for my sake he had to be serious about this. "I think we make that decision baby. " He said quietly to me and I nodded. His answer may of been short and sweet but it still helped me. 

I closed my eyes taking the chance to gather the composer I knew I was goign to need to ask the next question I had for him. "How have you not gotten caught yet?" I mean if I'm getting into this with him I should get to know a few of his tricks. That only seems far.

He smiled when I ask that. He obviously had some pride in the work he has done to get here. I really hope I can think that way one day. "Oh I have quite a few tricks I have used and some I still do. Next time around I'll show you."

The room stayed silent for a few moments and it was starting to make me uneasy. "You know what I'm really missing from you right now?" He ask with a smirk. I could tell he was trying to change the subject to make me feel better.

I let out a chuckle, shaking my head. "What would that be?" I ask him, trying to pull myself out of the state I'm in and bring myself back to my old self.

"That sassy personality of yours that has just seemed to have vanished right now. You just are acting so weak right now, that's the only way I can think to explain it." He said and I felt hurt by him saying that. I hated to be consider weak, maybe by doing this it will take that feeling away for good.

Without a word of warning towards him I smacked him over the head. He jolted forward, being shocked by what I had just done to him. "Don't ever call me weak again." I spat at him. 

He smirked at me which was just firing me up more. "I knew I could get you back." I rolled my eyes when he said that. I don't always understand how we work together but we just do.  

"Everything is cleaned up." I heard Ryan say from the doorway. He was so quiet coming in that neither of us heard him till he spoke. "Next thing you hear about that little red head it will be on a new report possible but we got some time till then." Ryan spoke so calm about it, almost like he was ordering food at a restaurant. Would I ever get to that point or was that just who he was? I know Ricky was relaxed about all of this but not as much as Ryan seems to be.

"Good." I mumble in response.  Hearing that made me feel a little less stress.

"Thanks Ryan." Ricky called back at him as I assumed Ryan was about to let himself out. 

I heard him chuckle softly. "You owe me for this." Ryan called back from somewhere down the hall. I heard the front door shut this time leaving Ricky and I alone once again.  

"You're going to be here for me right?" I ask him, needing to recurrence so I could go back to my old self once again.

"Of course baby. You can be my partner in crime." He said, running his fingers through my hair. A few days ago I didn't think I would of wanted to hear him reefer to us in that way but now I felt comfort in it. I was truthfully looking forward to what could possible come from this. I knew as long as I was with him things would never be dull again.