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Chapter eight: Months

Chris finally decided to behave after having Ricky get hurt. The smaller boy didn't even realize that what happened was wrong. He kept an eye on Ricky from that moment on. He made sure he was protected, that Josh wouldn't touch him again.

Chris willingly did the little videos. He let Josh play with him as long as Ricky was safe. It had gotten easier as time went went on. Especially since he was no longer resisting the older man.

Chris whimpered as Josh grabbed his upper arm. "Sir?"

"Sh. We're going on a... vacation. Get Ricky and yourself packed." He grumbled.

"What?"

"Ryan-Ashley wants to go see the Grand Canyon. We're going in the morning be ready or you'll regret it."

Chris quickly nodded. He ran upstairs, sighing at the sight of Ricky packing already. Ricky had demanded to me moved into his room so he wouldn't be scared anymore.

"Ricky, you gotta pack clothes for the heat." Chris sighed, taking out several sweaters. Ricky simply nodded, wincing as Chris touched his back. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me Rickster."

"You won't tell daddy?"

"Promise."

"Daddy got angry and you were gone so he... punished me."

"Can I see?"

Ricky shrugged. Chris pushed Ricky's shirt up, eyes widening at the belt marks on the small boy's body. "I'm gonna kill him. He promised me!" Chris stood up, storming downstairs. He went to the kitchen before he could change his mind.

"Chrissy." Ricky whimpered, following him.

Chris grabbed a large knife, turning to Ricky. "I'll get us out of here."

"Really?"

"You want to leave?"

"Mhm. Daddy's mean now. All he does is hurt me."

Chris nodded. "Let's get our shoes." Ricky quickly did as told.

They left through the garden, Chris holding the knife still. He didn't know how far it was to town but he knew if Ricky behaved they might have a chance. Josh had left once again and Ryan-Ashley was napping once again. She slept more often.

*bop*

Ricky whimpered as he tripped over another root. He gripped Chris's arm, sniffling. "I don't like this. Let's go back."

"We're almost there. I promise." Chris whispered. "I promise."

Chris brought them to a road, smiling as a pick up truck stopped. A tiny old lady easily climbed out, a worried look on her face. "You're the boy who went missing." She whispered, looking at Ricky. "Who are you?"

"I-I'm Chris and this guy was holding us both and just please help us mam."

She quickly got them into the truck, driving them to the hospital.