Infamous *Ricky Horror Love Story*

Chapter 21: Scared

Bright lights shone onto my eyes. I sat up and looked around. I was in a bland grey room. My heart started thumping against my chest. Where am I? Oh my God....did Clark kidnap me? I looked down at myself. I was in a rather big plaid button up t-shirt. "Hello...?" I screamed. Footsteps echoed outside the door. The knob turned slowly open.

"Riot! Are you okay?" Ricky asked. I sighed relief and bolted over to him. His strong arms wrapped around me. I clung to Ricky while tears streamed down my face. "What happened to me?" I asked. "Get dressed first then we all will talk." Ricky instructed. I nodded my head. I changed into my clothes then went into the living room where everyone else was waiting. Chris was absent. I sat down next to Ricky.

"What happened?" I asked again. "After Chris slapped you, him and I got into a major argument. Chris cussed me out and left the house. Ghost said we should find you first then Chris. For an hour we looked for you but nothing came up. So we decided to go back home on the way we heard you crying. I saw somebody on top of you. The guy had you basically naked. I attacked him. He was pretty beaten up. I would've killed him but Ryan claimed that you weren't moving. You looked dead. I was so scared you were. I wrapped you in my shirt and carried you home. Chris is still missing." Ricky explained. I nodded my head.

"Did Clark....ya know...go inside of me...?" I asked. I felt ashamed...again. "No. We stopped it just in time." Balz answered. I nodded again. I felt disgusting. Trash. Dirty. A whore. "Chris was right." I whispered. "What?" Balz asked. "I am a whore." I said louder. "No! That's not true!" Ricky yelled. "Riot, if you were a whore then we would have already had sex." Ryan stated. I laughed softly. The front door opens. Our heads turn towards the noise. My brother stands there. His shirt was bloody, he was bruised up.

"What happened...?" Brandon asked. "I beat Clark." Chris stuttered. His eyes were dark and dry. The voice was hollow. My throat went dry. "W-why?" I asked. Chris looked over at me. He looked like lifeless. "He touched you." Chris slurred. "Are you drunk?" Balz questions. Chris nodded his head. "Yeah. After I beat Clark, I got drunk." Chris laughs. "Chris...why don't you go to bed?" I asked.

"No! I am Riot .I no go to bed. I is bad. I hate Chris cause he didn't protect me. He is bad. Chris is depressed cause he is bad brother. Chris cuts cause of his actions." Chris slurs. I couldn't tell if he was mocking me or was just plain crazy. I stood up slowly. "Hey Riot, how about I tuck you in at night? Remember how I used to do that?" I said pretending to be Chris. Chris nods his head and lets me lead him up the stairs to his room.

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I came back downstairs where the guys were waiting. They were talking softly but I knew it was about me and Chris. "You want to know what happened, don't ya?" I asked. "Yeah...." Balz trails off. "Chris and I were always close when we were little. We never fought. He was a great older brother. Chris would read to me, help me with homework, etc. But that changed when he got into high school. I was ten and Chris was eighteen. Soon to be a graduate. Chris was friends with two jocks, Clark and Mike. They liked me a lot. I didn't really understand. I let them grab me, kiss me, feel me. But I started understanding that it was bad, they started to try to undress me when Chris was out getting food. I would retreat to my room and lock my door. They would get mad and tried to get inside. I used to hide up on my roof. Anyways I told Chris but he never listened to me. He said I was being stupid and was the one flirting. One day I went to go swimming in our pool that we used to have. I just turned eleven. I was wearing a bikini. Chris, Mike, and Clark went swimming too. I got in the pool the boys followed. We were all splashing around and having fun. But when it started getting dark and Chris couldn't see well, Mike and Clark started grabbing me again. I pushed them away. Clark didn't care and pulled my top off. Mike held me against the wall and started trying to get my bottoms off. Finally Chris noticed and told them to leave me alone. They left the pool mad at Chris and were no longer friends. I was crying and told Chris I was sorry. The only thing he said to me was 'you stupid fucking whore'. I never saw him again. He left the pool and moved out the next day. After that, I started taking my anger out on everyone. I couldn't ever get a date because I scared the guys off. I had no friends because I beat almost every girl up. I had nothing. I've cut myself, burned myself, and bruised myself. No one noticed. No one cared. Over the years Chris tried to talk to me but I ignored his calls, letters, etc. He chose them over me. End of story." I whispered. Ricky took his thumb and wiped my cheeks. I didn't even notice I was crying.

"I'm sorry." Ghost said. "So it doesn't matter when you say I'm not a whore. I am one. If my older brother thinks I am, then I must be one." I choked out. I shoved my hands into my face. Ricky drapped an arm around me. "You're not a whore." Chris stated. I looked at him. "I was so scared. I thought if I left you would be safe. I didn't mean to call you a whore...I was just so angry and upset with myself. I now understand why you hate me so much." Chris says.

"Chris, are you drunk again?" I choked out, I smiled slightly. Chris walks over to me, wraps me in a giant hug, and looks at me. He must have sobered up. "Nope. I love you, Riot. I am sorry for being the worst brother ever." "You're not the worst. You're the best one ever."