Infamous *Ricky Horror Love Story*

Chapter 20: Family Secrets

I stepped into the front hold of the boys' house. Once again I was feeling the same way as I did when I came here: angry, frustrated, depressed. Ricky gripped my hand. I looked at him. I think we all were beaten down by everything that's happened. Leaving our luggage in the front hold, we escaped into the living room. Chris plopped down on the couch along with Ricky and Balz. Ghost seated himself in the leather recliner. Ryan and Brandon sat on the other couch. I sat in between Chris and Ricky. For a few moments we were all silent.

"This has gone to Hell." I finally said what we were all thinking. "Pretty close." Chris answered. "I wish I never even came here." I mumbled. "Why?" Chris snapped. "Because I screwed it up." I replied. "Oh yeah. Just because you made a mistake you want to run away." Chris replied sarcastically.

"Excuse me? What's your problem Chris?" I yelled. Chris jumped up off the couch. "There's no problem here, Riot. You're the problem." Chris accused. My mouth dropped. I stood up. "I'm the problem? I never even wanted to come here! You could've told Mom no!" I screamed.

"I guess I should've." Chris barks. "What did I do for you to hate me?" I snapped. "You had to get involved with two of my best friends!" Chris screamed at me. "I'm sorry that I love Ricky!" I cried out. "That's not what I'm talking about." Chris snaps. "Chris...that's not fair." I choked out. "Not fair? How is that not fair?"

"I've been having to live with that mistake all my life! You can't blame me for this." I argued. I was holding back tears. "Maybe if you weren't such a whore...." Chris trailed off. I froze not able to move or clear my mind. All I could think of was to use physical action. I shove Chris back.

"You fucking whore!" Chris screamed. I could feel it before I knew what the actions were. My cheek started stinging and turned puffy. My lip jut out, my heart started beating, my throat clinched up, and my eyes started watering. I backed away slowly from my older brother then scrambled out of the house while Ricky called my name. I didn't mean to be a whore....I wasn't trying to get with Chris's friends they just....just took.... A large park fell into my eyes. I plopped down on the nearest bench and started crying.

"Riot...?" A voice asked. I looked up. A blurry figure stood in front of me. I wiped my tears. My heart dropped. I knew who exactly it was. "Hey Clark..." I trailed off. Clark smirked down at me. My stomach twisted. Clark had oily black hair, brown eyes, and was about six inches taller then Chris. "What's going on?" Clark's silky voice asked. "Chilling in the park." I replied. Clark stepped closer to where I was sitting. "Alone?" Clark asked.

"N-no. Ricky's coming down here." I lied. Clark laughed softly. "You're a bad liar, Riot." Clark snickered. He placed his hands by my shoulders. I gulped softly. "W-w-what do you want?" I mumbled. Clark leaned into my ear. "You."

"Well, I'm dating Ricky." I snapped. "Mmm, I've talked to Chris. Chris doesn't like that." Clark laughs. "Well, I don't care about Chris!" I snapped. "That's what I like about you, Riot. You're a rebel...it turns me on." Clark growls biting my neck. I let out a yelp and shoved him back. I jumped off of the bench and started running away from the park.

"Riot!" Clark screamed after me. I didn't turn around and kept running to the house. Suddenly I tripped and hit the concrete. Clark was on top of me holding me down. The sun was going down which made me even more scared. "You're mine, dammit." Clark snapped. He shoved his mouth to mine. I tried to push him off but fail. His hands trailed the bottom of the hem of my shirt and started pulling it off of me.

"Stop Clark! Stop!" I screamed. Clark only laughed and had my shirt off. Tears were pouring down my cheek. Clark bit my neck as hard as he could. I let out a yelp in pain. I tried to moved but that only angered Clark. Clark slammed my head against the concrete. My eye sight went hazy. I was in the middle of a black out kind of thing but I felt my clothes being ripped off of me. I couldn't do one damn thing about it. All I could hear was the sound of footsteps and Clark saying horrible things to me.