Hostage

Hostage (18)

Thursday was a long day of school. It seemed to drag by forever, and everyone acted tired and aggravated. The few happy people only seemed to piss the rest of the school off. I only felt that much more upset, not seeing Ricky anywhere at all. I heard he sometimes didn't come to school when he was too out of it. I bet if I could see him right now, he wouldn't even know what school is.

I was more than relieved to get home. I can't believe I'm saying this either, but I was relieved that tomorrow was Friday as well. I wanted school to be over Friday, so the weekend could come, and then I could spend time with Alex. I smiled brightly, dropping onto my bed.

Alex finally decided to forget about ignoring me in school, he didn't like it, and he wasn't afraid to show his feelings for me any longer. We've gone public. The whole school knew something was going on between us. But it no longer mattered. Just because we've got something going on, doesn't mean it has to involve Tyler or more importantly Ricky. It didn't have to mean we were hiding anything. Everyone was as clueless as they had been before.

They just looked on at us, with wonder, walking down the halls together from class to class. Probably trying to figure out how it happened, considering we never used to talk to each other before. No one would ever guess, him and two others kidnapped me, and held me hostage, forcing me to help them with something totally illegal. I mean who would think that?

Kenzie was absolutely filled with glee. She loved it very much, the two of us together. She was the only one who knew the real reason it became to be. Even though I was very happy with the way things were between Alex and I, I still couldn't get those words from Ricky out of my head. Kenzie tried to reassure me not to worry about it. He was a jerk to me after all, had ditched me like I was just trash, and treated me like I was the plague for two years. Even before he never showed much of a care for me. Maybe he was just good at hiding his emotions, but whatever it was, didn't make much of a difference now. It was too late.

That didn't stop him from trying though. He knew what was going on with Alex, and it pissed him off. If I thought he had given me the cold shoulder before, you can't even imagine this. It was much, much worse when he was loaded on every drug you could think of. Okay, not really, but you get what I mean.

I remembered to try to stay out of his hair, as I came to the old house Friday afternoon. He wasn't here yet. I gave a soft sigh, tossing stuff in the bedroom, before going into the ancient computer. After waiting 10 minutes to get onto it, I loaded up the page where I had asked my question. When it was up, I reread what I had posted.

[i]'my friend is having trouble with drugs. I know how dangerous this

stuff is but I care so much for him I don't know if I could bare seeing

him arrested. I fear never seeing him again. What do I do?'[/i]

Then I scanned over the dozens of answers. Every single one of them said the obvious thing, to do what's right. Turn him in. Getting him help seemed to be the only option, considering I couldn't think of anything else. It was either help him now, or slowly watch him die. I remembered back to when he was very sick and Tyler had to take him to the hospital. I shuddered; I did NOT want that to happen again.

The door banged open and I jumped a couple inches in the chair. Ricky glared at me from the doorway. I looked him over. He seemed to be swaying, having a hard time standing. I gulped. "Wh...where's Alex?" I really hoped he was close by, he always was, he was very protective when Ricky was around.

"Where's Alex?" He mimicked me, and rolled his eyes, in a drunken kind of way. I noticed he clutched the door for support. "All you think about is Alex." He took a stumbled step to me. Was he literally drunk on top of everything? Somehow that wouldn't surprise me. "Get up." I stood instantly. Now was not the time to piss him off. "What's that matter with you, forgetting all about me?" He grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to him.

He then started to kiss me, then stopped a moment, keeping his face close to mine. "Tsk tsk, you little whore. Playing around with so many guys." He ran his hand over my cheek, stroking it. "Tell me who you really want." I really did not want to go through with this, but I didn't want to make him angry either. Taking in another deep breath through my nose, I kissed him. His lips moved with mine, in such a tender way, and so many months earlier I would have given anything for this. But not right now. He was going to get rough.

He bit my lip and the pulled away. "See, now that's a good girl." He didn't hesitate in taking my shirt off. "Baby...I've had a long day." He mumbled softly, rubbing my side. I looked up at the ceiling when he wasn't paying attention to me. Where did those too imbeciles go to?

Having a long day was an understatement. Something really had ticked him off, and he took his anger out on me. My groans of pain he mistook for moans of pleasure. It seemed like forever before he finally left. I just let myself curl up against the cold floor, enjoying the aloneness.

"You knew?" I shrieked, standing in front of Alex. I had finally gotten up and taken a long shower and a nap, which was a crappy nap I might add; I woke up every few minutes to look around making sure I was still alone.

"I'm sorry, but there was nothing I could do." My eyes went wide at this. "What did you want me to do? I didn't want involved in fear he would hurt you." I shot a glare at him that said 'Oh like it didn't?' and he sighed. "Well I mean hurt you badly." My glare grew sharper, "I mean kill you!" He was at a total loss of words, and even if I was mad at him, I couldn't help but find it funny.

I couldn't stifle my laugh very well, and the giggle escaped my lips. Alex looked at me confused. I started laughing, and when I stopped it hurt. "I'm sorry, but you look so cute and funny when you're at a loss for words."

He smiled softly. "You're not mad at me?"

"How could I be? I know you would do anything to protect me. It's not your fault." I gave him a hug. We I let go I looked at him, seriousness crossing my face. "Why does he do it?"

"Do what?" Alex asked, plumping onto the couch.

"The drugs. What made him start?" I sat down beside him.

"Same reason most do. Normally home problems, pressure." He shrugged and looked at me.

I thought for a moment before saying, "He told me years ago when we were younger that he never really got along with his mom."

Alex nodded. "Yea it's true. They don't get along and usually are fighting." I couldn't imagine that. My mother and I were so close. It's hard to think about. A mother is everything to someone. They are the ones who bring you into the world and take care of you all your life. A mother was everything.

"He's also picked on in school." I said absently, and Alex nodded again. I remember a few times people saying things about him. Or sometimes he told me himself. I never thought of it bothering him. I guess it really did. Then I thought of some of his friends, they seemed to be ones who would do drugs. I figured they pressured him into it. "We've got to help him."

"I know." He put his arm around my shoulder, comfortingly. "You know there's only one way to do that."

I nodded my head, fighting back the tears. Only one way to save him.

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