The Strange Boy (completed)

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Part nineteen
Ashlyn's POV
Charlotte kissing Ricky. That's all I could see. The images played back. Over and over. I couldn't move. My wrist stung. I heard screaming. I heard crying. I was in a hospital. Not the smell of the room. Which smelt like a funeral flower, but the sounds.
Someone had just lost somebody. I always hated going to hospitals. Just the environment of the place. I hated it.
I opened my eyes. I was alone. There were doctors outside. The male doctor came in and said "I'll tell your friends that you're awake."
Five minutes later Ricky and Chris were in my room. Chris was concerned, and Ricky's eyes were red from crying. They came next to me. Ricky on my left, and Chris on my right. Ricky was on the side that had the cuts. He held my hand, and put his head on my covered thigh.
We stayed quiet for a few moments until Chris started telling stories. Honestly his stories were amazing. Even though I was there to experience a lot of them, I still enjoyed them. They made me smile. Chris eventually had to leave, because he had work. Honestly I hated when he left for work, just put me in a weird mood like I just can't hang out with my best friend anymore. But I still had Ricky.
The doctors came in.
"I recommend therapy. You have a depression disorder, as well as sleeping and anxiety." He explained.
"I'm sorry. She doesn't need therapy. I know for a fact she doesn't want that. If she did she would've gone to a therapist a long time ago." Ricky said with a straight face.
I looked at him. He said exactly what I was going to say. Which surprised me because he remembered that conversation we had about that topic.
"I can't force you to take her, but like I said it's just a recommendation." He said as he left.
Ricky stayed in the room with me while I changed. When I put on my tank top he came over, and hugged me from behind. I turned around, and put my face into his chest.
"I'm so sorry." I said into his chest.
"Hey. Hey. Don't be, okay? I understand why you felt like that. We all have those thoughts. I saw the blood, and lost it. I panicked, and drove here as fast as I could. I was held back by the doctors. I needed to be with you. I had thoughts of you dead. I was traumatized by seeing the girl of my dreams this way." He said as his grip tightened.
His grip loosened after a few minutes. He put the Black Craft hoodie he was wearing over my bare shoulders. His slim build body, was covered by his henley t. I wanted to rip off his shirt off so I could see his beautiful chest tattoos, and his perfect torso. I loved his body. You could see his deltoids if you looked at his back. You could see his veins in his arms as well. His body was just perfect.
I lost the urge to do that when he took my hand, and walked out of the hospital with me. The cool crisp air hit me on the way out. I squeezed Ricky's hand, and we got to his car. He opened the door for me, and got into the drivers seat. I held his hand while he drove. His arm stretched out over the conceal, and the other controlling the wheel.
He took me to his house, and I got butterflies all over me. I grabbed his purple hoodie, and had it close to my chest. I covered the blood stains, and walked in with Ricky. Nobody was home. We were alone. He put the hoodie in the washer, and picked me up. He sat down on the couch, with me on his lap.
He put his face into my chest, and asked "What do you want to do today?"
I thought for a moment, and remembered that I had some money for my tattoo I wanted. "Can we go get the tattoo I've been wanting for awhile? I have the money. I just wanted it to be with people that I loved."
"What about Chris?" He asked.
"He works at a tattoo parlor. Our friend Angelo is a tattoo artist." I said to him.
"If that's what you want to do then let's go." He said with a smile.
I changed into some shorts, and we got into the car. We arrived at the parlor, and Chris saw me. He attacked me with one of his 'to die for' hugs.
"Are you actually getting it done today?" He asked with excitement.
I nodded with a smile.
"Come on back. Angelo awaits this adventure." Chris said.
I took Ricky's hand, and walked down the hallway. We got to Angelo's station, and I sat down. He put the outline of the roses on the side of my left thigh. He got the ink, and started tattooing.
"So Chris has been telling me that you have a little boyfriend Ash." He said while looking down, and smiling.
"Yeah. He's actually the person holding my hand." I said with a smile. "Angelo this is Ricky. Ricky this is Angelo." I introduced them.
They shook hands, and Angelo went on with the tattoo.
I felt like I was going to break Ricky's hand from how hard I was squeezing it.
After a few hours, and a few breaks the work was done. I looked in the mirror, and smiled so hard. I hugged Angelo, and thanked him a thousand times. I hugged Chris, and said my goodbyes, and walked out hand in hand with Ricky. We got into the car, and Ricky held my hand while he drove home. We got to his house, and his mom was home.
We got inside, and she noticed my tattoo.
"That's so beautiful." She complimented.
"Thank you Mrs. Olson." I said.
We got into his room, and he was being extremely gentle with me. He would make sure he wasn't hurting my leg, or that he wasn't even near that leg. I laughed whenever he did that. He would just say "I don't want to hurt my baby girl."
His dad got home, and he came in. I had my face in Ricky's neck 'sleeping', and Ricky's dad sat down next to him.
"So what'd you two do today?" He asked.
"Just went to a tattoo parlor, and got her first tattoo." He answered.
"Well sounds fun. Did you get anything?" His dad asked curiously.
"Nope. Just her. She had the money set aside for it." He answered.
"Okay then. Well I'm going to let you two be, and don't do anything that you'll regret later." He said.
"We won't." Ricky said.
His father closed the door, and Ricky kissed my head. I 'woke up', and got onto his lap. I looked into those beautiful blue green eyes, and kissed him. He had his hands on my waist, and I had my arms around his neck. He hand slid down to my tattoo, and he stopped. He apologized as if he had hurt me.
"You didn't hurt me." I assured him.
We went back into the kiss, and he bit my lip. He never did that. I smiled into the kiss after that. I pulled back, and put my head on his shoulder. He was rubbing my back, and humming a melody.
That melody soon brought me to a sweet dream. It was the best dream I had in awhile. I knew I would be upset if I woke up to something that didn't please my eyes. Or just in general from how lovely the dream was.