The Strange Boy (completed)

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Part thirteen
"I hate you. Why did I even allow you near me?" Ricky yelled.
I pulled back, and ran. I ran as fast as I could. I kept on coming back to Ricky and Charlotte. I ran around the world, and more than once. My whole world revolved around him, I couldn't leave him.
I kept coming back to him. Every time I came back, it was a different hit. A hit from Ricky. Then a hit from Charlotte.
I just needed to forget about him, but I couldn't. After so many hits the world went black. I couldn't see anything. I saw a light bulb flicker on. I was tied to a chair. I couldn't move. I was screaming, and Charlotte came. She had one hand behind her back. It was shining from the light. I was breathing heavy. She had a knife. She came close to my throat, and I woke up.
I sat up quickly, and saw Ricky sleeping next to me. I had a heart attack. I got up slowly, and ran outside. I ran as far as I could carry myself. I stopped by the shore of an abandoned lake. I cried. Cried for a long time. The images I saw I couldn't get out of my head. I saw a sharp object floating in the water. It was a sharp shiny rock. I grabbed it and held it to my wrist. I slid it across my wrist. It stung. Badly too. I kept going. I was trying to hold back the noise of me crying, but some seeped through.
I heard rustling from behind me. I froze, and held my breathe. I heard them sorta running towards me. I felt them grab me. I saw the "HOPELESS" tattooed knuckles, and I was kicking. I got away, and told him to stay away from me.
Ricky was confused.
"What did I do?" He asked "Did I do something wrong?"
I realized that what I saw was a dream for the first time. I ran back to him. I threw myself at him. He caught me with his strong arms, through his black henley sleeves.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." I whispered through my cries.
"Ashlyn what happened? Tell me what I did wrong. I need to know so I don't make you do this again." He told me.
"It was a dream. You did nothing. It was from my dream. Oh my god it was horrible. You were with Charlotte. You told me you hated me. Every time I came around each of you took a different hit. I went blank, and then I was tied to a chair. Charlotte had a knife, and slit my throat. The last thing I remember was the thought that she won. She took the one thing that made me happy." I said.
Ricky had tears in his eyes, and pulled me in. He looked down at me, and said "I'll make sure that bitch won't do that. If she does. I think she'll have to kill me too. Ashlyn I can't live without you. If you kept hurting yourself to your breaking point, I wouldn't be able to take it. I would be in so much pain I'd go with you." He said shakily.
We sat down on the shore, and he washed the cuts. I flinched on every splash of water that hit my wrist. It stung. It wasn't bearable for me anymore. I had my other hand in the sleeve of Ricky's hoodie, and clinched it every time I flinched.
"Okay, I think I'm done hurting my baby girl." Ricky said jokingly.
"Good." I said relieved.
He picked me up, and carried me to his house. I got down, felt butterflies everywhere. I went in, and Ricky's dad was in the room. Ricky stretched his arm out, to keep me from going any closer to his dad.
"So this is why you were gone. You've been gone with your little friend." He paused. "So tell me Rick. Have you had sex with her yet?" He asked.
Ricky stayed silent.
"Well have you?" His dad asked.
"No. No I haven't." He answered.
"Well why not? You've spent enough time with her for that. You've spent enough time in bed with her. So are you to scared to have sex with her?" His father argued.
"Shut up." Ricky said.
"Not until you answer my questions."
"I haven't. I'm not scared too. Like you said save myself for marriage. Or does that still even apply for how ignorant you're being." Ricky said to his father's comment.
"Watch your mouth Richard."
"WHAT THE HELL?! YOURE TELLING ME TO WATCH MY MOUTH! WHAT ABOUT YOU! TALKING ABOUT THIS EVERY FUCKING TIME SHES HERE! I DONT UNDERSTAND WHATS WRONG WITH YOU! DO YOU HATE HER FOR SPENDING TIME WITH ME?! OR DO TO HATE ME FOR SPENDING MORE TIME WITH HER THAN YOU HAVE BEEN HOME?!" Ricky yelled.
His father walked out, and pushed me into the wall on his way out. He did that, because I was in his way. I hit the wall hard. I held my shoulder, and tried not to scream.
"Aw shit." I said.
I had my teeth clenched, and breathed a little hard, and was on my knees. A bruise was already starting to form. Ricky came to me and helped me up. He sat me down, and went to go get a wet rag.
He put it on my shoulder, and kissed my head. I looked back, and pulled his head up, and kissed him on the lips. He pulled back, and kept putting the rag on the bruise.
"I'm sorry about my dad. I should've just taken you to Chris's. Non of this would've-" I cut him off.
"It okay. I've had worse." I told him.
He was done, and kissed the bruise gently, pulled the jacket sleeve back on to my shoulder.
I laid down, and he sat down next to me. He laid down, and wrapped his arms around me waist, and told me some more of his stories about Seattle.
I called Chris, and told him I'm staying with Ricky tonight. He said sounds good I'll see you tomorrow. I wasn't going to let him know about what happened earlier. At least not going to. I hoped there wouldn't be a situation to bring it up.
Ricky was talking, and it sounded just right to me.
"Charlotte is wasting away for the craving she longs for. The pictures of what she wants are fading on her floor."
I smiled at that. I felt a little better. I fell asleep normally that night. No medication, just pure real rest. It felt good. Everything felt good. Ricky's arms around my waist. His hand on my thigh. My head under his chin, and me slightly kissing his neck.
I fell asleep falling harder than ever. I loved him. I knew it. And that's all I knew. That's all I needed. Nothing else mattered to me at that moment. Just him. Just Richard Allen Olson.