Butterflies - a Ricky Wilson fanfiction

Chapter 9: The phonecall

Emily's POV

As soon as I felt better I had to start prepare for the knockout stage. My dad called me yesterday and demanded I came home right away. He didn't want me around Ricky because he was too much of a "rebel" and that he doesn't want me mixing with people like him incase he gets me hooked on drugs and so on and so forth.

I laughed him off, he obvisouly didn't know Ricky. I refused to go back home to Essex now, It was too late for me to turn back now, I had to carry on with the competition. "Just because you have a schoolgirl crush on Ricky doesn't mean you're talented or that he likes you back" he said spitefully. " I bet Ricky doesn't even like you that much, he just has to put up with you because he's your mentor. In fact,  he hates you and I don't blame him to be honest. You're a burden to everyone that knows you. It was your mother who sent that email to the BBC, I didn't think it was a good idea, I had to along with it. That Amelia girl who put you in hospital, she should've killed you then and there. You ruined my life when you were born."

I couldn't help but cry at what mt dad said to me. I didn't know how to react, I just hung up and sat on my dressing room floor crying my eyes out. I never knew my dad could be so mean, how did he know I had a crush on Ricky? I haven't told anyone about it, was I that easy to read?

"Hey Emily, I have a great idea for the so-" Ricky stopped. He stared at me crying on the floor and quickly knelt down in front of me. "Em, what's wrong?" He asked. I thought about what my dad told me. "I bet Ricky doesn't even like you that much, he just has to put up with you because he's your mentor. In fact, he hates you."

"It doesn't matter" I said, looking down.

"It matters to me" Ricky said hugging me.

"No it doesn't, Ricky. I don't matter to anyone" I muttered quietly, but he still heard me.

"Of course you matter to me!" he stared at me surprised. "You mean a lot to me, who said that you didn't?"

"My dad" I said softly.

"Em." He said looking me in the eyes.

"Yes Ricky?" I said sniffling.

"I want you to tell me everything he said to you."

I cuddled up to him on the mini sofa that was in my dressing room and told him everything while sobbing into his chest. "Can I borrow your phone?" Ricky said after I finished talking.

"Erm, sure" I said confused. I unlocked my phone and handed it to him.

"I'll be back in a minute" he said walking out of the room and shutting the door behind him. I was sitting there alone, my eyes red and puffy from all the crying.

Ricky's POV

Anger took over me, I couldn't control myself. I walked out of her dressing room with her phone and went into mine. I went into her phone book and called her dad, this had to be done.

"Big enough to reply to me now? You little slut" he spat down the phone.

"This isn't Emily, it's Ricky her mentor." I said as calmly as I could.

"Oh it's you." He said "What do you want?"

"How dare you? You have no right to put Emily through what you have." I snarled at him.

"She's my daughter, I can do whatever I like to her" He laughed a little.

"You really don't know how to raise a child, do you?" I asked frostily.

"Don't tell me how to raise my child" He snapped. "Anyway, I want her to come home. I don't want her to mix with boys like you." He said coldly.

I got more and more angry with him. He beats Emily, I've seen the cuts and bruises on her arms and legs even though she tries to hide them. Emily loves him even after the horrible things he's done to her.

"Emily really likes you, a lot. Who am I kidding? She loves you. She doesn't want you to know and she hasn't told anyone about it but I find her easy to read. You might not want to hang around with her though, she's a worthless slut. She wasn't planned and ruined my life, Amelia should've killed her." He snarled and hung up.

I was going tp get him back for the last bit, but was he telling the truth about Emily? Did she really love me? I couldn't hide it any longer, I had to tell her how I really felt.