(A/N: I hope i update faster next time lol still trying to lay out the ideas i have for this story so... ENJOY im sorry this is going to be a really short chapter but it's leading to something i promise.)
Music: Loud (Fuck it) (by Motionless in White)
*Ricky's POV*
"Ricky, where are you going?" Chris's voice shook ever so slightly as i stuffed a tshirt and pair of jeans that i found on my floor into a backpack that i had hidden underneath my bed. My mind was reeling with his words and my anger only made me hate him more. "Ricky!" His voice was booming now, a deep bass that vibrated my bones and made me cringe.
"None of your god damn business!" I seethed, zipping the backpack in one swift motion before slinging it over my slightly bruised and bony shoulder. "Last time i checked, you're not my mom... you're just some stupid monster thats stalking me." I didn't really mean that but i wanted it to hurt him, i wanted to be the powerful for one for once.
I had turned around by now, more than ready to get out of this place. "Ricky, I-" Just as my fist was encircling the doorknob, I felt the warm buzz of chris's clawed hand against my shoulder in a soft gesture. I've had enough of this bullshit.
*Chris's POV*
He was going to leave and just couldn't let that happen. It had finally come to it; my last resort... My hand finally touched the soft skin of his shoulder and oh goodness, how my hand tingled. "Ricky, I-"
With one violent pivot of his arm, he had slashed at me with what looked to be a tiny hand-held knife, his teeth bared like an animal. Fuck ! I held the gash on my bicep that was now oozing a dark liquid. This is the first time a mortal has ever hurt me, let alone make me bleed. 'You're getting weak, little demon' i could hear my fathers growl in my ear like an ever taunting nag.
"Is that all you know how to say? 'Ricky'... Ricky, Ricky Ricky," He mocked and scoffed. "Stop being so protective, i'm not a baby." He was looking down on me now.
"Ri-" I had to stop myself. But I loved it, i loved the way his name felt on my tongue. "Please stay." I licked over my lip in resignation, hating that i had to admit defeat to the boy i watched drool in his sleep for the last twelve years or so.
"I'm staying at Ronnie's place, at least he doesn't want to kill me." He spit before slamming the door shut behind him.
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