The Strange Boy (completed)

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Part twenty-eight
Ricky's POV
She had her head on my chest, and laughed while I told her stories. I was surprised she was smiling like she was, after what happened. Even though I know she wasn't going to forget what happened, I felt like she did. I knew nothing was going to be the same. Ever. Everything was changed because of him.
He disgusted me. I wanted him to rot in hell. If I didn't tell her that Aaron called her a slut, maybe non of this wouldn't have happened. Or maybe she had a history with him? Or she had a history of being called a slut? Whatever it was I shouldn't have brought it up.
After court all I could feel was hate. And when she asked what if she was pregnant with his child, I lost it. I just knew that if he ever did get her pregnant he would've been dead, and I would've been the one in jail for it. The hate rose higher waiting for the results. I didn't know what to feel. I just couldn't reach anything else. Just the feeling I couldn't get off of my shoulders.
We watched a few films, but nothing could shake the feeling, like I said. I felt terrible. Felt like it was my fault. All of it.
"Babe? Everything okay?" Ash asked while looking at me strange.
"Yeah, just thinking about what else to do. So I don't keep my baby girl bored to death." I lied to her.
"You sure?" She said with her puppy eyes.
God I hated when she did that. She could get anything out of me when she did that. Even if I didn't want to share what I was feeling. All she had to do was give me that look, and she got it out of me.
"I was thinking what if I didn't bring up what Aaron said, and maybe non of this wouldn't have happened." I told her.
She looked at me surprised, and said "It wasn't you."
"What do you mean?" I asked concerned.
"Aaron and I used to date. He was abusive to me. Not physically, but mentally. We stopped going out when he found out I liked all the stuff I like. He hated the real me, but loved the fake slutty me. I dressed like Charlotte and Rachel. Oh my god looking back on it now, I hate myself for it. I didn't have any self respect." She told me.
I looked at her surprised that she changed the perfect girl she was for an asshole like Aaron. She was gathering herself, until I said "He didn't deserve you if you had to change for him. He should've gone after Charlotte or Rachel. Not you, if he just wanted you to change."
She was sitting down cris crossed, and then threw herself at me. She threw her arms around me, and I flew to my back. I had my arms around her, and she had her arms around me.
She lifted up her head, and kissed me. She but my lip, and pulled back. It felt nice when she did that. She wasn't trying to take my lower lip. She did it to turn me on. She knew that was a turn on for me. But she rarely ever did that. But when she did she did turn me on. I would kiss her harder.
We pulled back, and we just held each other. She whispered things in my ear, and I would respond with a sweet nothing to her.
That was always a typical day with her. She had fun doing nothing. She wasn't like most girls when you had to do something to impress them. She was simple. Like a dinner, and a movie date type of girl. I liked that about her. She didn't care what I was doing, as long as I wasn't fucking around with another girl.
She actually was the first girl to get into a fight over me with another girl. That's what she did. She beat anyone's ass who ever hurt me, or something like that. When Charlotte tried to kiss me, she fucking lost it. She hit me. She never did that. She wanted to get away from me. I felt so guilty when she did that.
When Charlotte slapped me, she hit her back. Then she said 'Don't you fucking touch my boyfriend again bitch.' Or something. My point is that she stood up for me. She loved me. More than anything.
"I love you." She said.
"I love you too." I said back.
"Don't leave. Ever." She said scared.
"Where will I go? I'm not leaving after what happened. I promise you." I said to her.
"I won't leave either. You scared the living shit out of me, when you pulled him off. He had a knife, and you pulled him off. You saved my fucking life. And I can't thank you enough for that." She said looking at me.
"You can. We can stay with each other for the rest of our lives." I said.
She grabbed her necklace, I gave her, and said "I promise."
I grabbed mine, and I said "I promise."
She stayed on top of me, and soon after that she fell asleep. She was breathing into my neck, and it would tickle so I would smile slightly. I took a quick photo, and put it as my wallpaper.
I knew she wasn't going to like being my wallpaper when she was sleeping, but I liked it. I fell asleep, and was woken up by my door opening. It was my parents.
"Ricky is everything okay?" She asked concerned.
"Yeah. She just fell asleep like this. She had a rough couple of days. She's fine right now. She just needs some rest." I answered.
"Okay. We just wanted to check on you, and letting you know we were home." My dad said.
"Okay."
"Night you two." My mother said to me and Ashlyn.
They shut my door, and I fell asleep several minutes later. She stayed on me the whole night. Didn't move. No terrors. No screaming. No crying. Just rest. She was resting. I was happy she was resting without something putting her to sleep.