Caught Up In Your Lies(Ricky Olson FanFic)

Chapter 3

I watched it rain outside, feeling dead inside. I was awaiting my beating that has yet to come.

Maybe he was fucking the expensive whores he sees sometimes. I sighed and stared at my wrists. The urge was so tempting but I didn't do it. Not yet anyways.

My appearance had obviously changed since I was 12. My gauges were bigger and I had spider bites, a tongue ring and a septum piercing.

I got taller, slightly skinnier and most of my body fat was in my boobs. I was constantly being told the best part of me was my ass and boobs. I chose to ignore everyone since it didn't hurt me. But hearing it from your own father hurt.

I went to my bathroom, not longer able to resist the urge, and cut deeply. I felt relief and bandaged my wrists up after I cleaned them.

I went back to my windowsill bed and went back to staring out of the window. I watched the band fight over something and I wonder what it was about. I saw Ghost, as I prefer to call him, stare up at me. I stared back blankly and that's when he knew, it wasn't just the beatings, it was me. I was hurting myself and our father caused it.

He stopped the guys from fighting and they all stared at me, then Ghost asked them something. I don't know what but it was obviously important because they went deep into conversation, never taking their eyes off me until I closed my curtain and went to sleep.

When I woke up, it was sunny and my curtain had been opened. Fuck it was bright.

I literally hissed at the sun and closed the curtain back. I got comfortable and almost fell asleep again but my covers were gently tugged off of me and I shivered, being in only a tank top and underwear.

I heard several gasps and I shot straight up, grabbing a blanket and wrapping up my body. I looked and saw Ghost and his band. I hadn't gotten the names of the other three yet.

"Blade..." Ghost said to me and hugged me tightly. I slightly hugged back.

He released me and joined the others. Ricky handed me clothes and I put them on faster than I ever have before.

"Are those because of what he does to you...?" Ghost asks me. I stay quiet and they take it as a yes.

I bring my knees up to my chest and silently cry. I feel somebody's arms around me but I don't care whose.

"Wanna hear something funny?" The voice whispers, "The guy with the angel bites, his name is Josh Balz."

I erupt with laugher even though I tried not to because he probably got constant shit about it.

I try hard to stop laughing and it works finally. I take a deep breath and look at Ricky, the one who was holding me. That was the first time I heard his voice and it sent chills down my spine.

I looked at them. "So is your last name really Balz?" I asked the dude with angel bites. He nodded and I laughed a little bit more before I quit all together. "Awesome last name." I said to him. He thanked me and I looked at the people in my bedroom.

"If you stay here, you're going to cause me more pain..." I say to them. They all give me a sad look and I sigh and crawl to the window.

"He'll be gone for a while, let us stay..." Ricky whispered in my ear, his lips grazing my ear as he spoke.

"Only you stay up here..." I whispered back. He nodded and told the rest to leave.

I looked at him and stared intently.

"Why did you always avoid me?" I asked accidentally.

"You were 12 and I was 16. I thought you might've been afraid of me and I didn't want to be so strongly attached to a 12 year old who was too young for and is still too young..." He said and I moved away.

"And you don't think telling me that five years ago would have hurt? I didn't give a fuck about anything that happened to me except for what my father does." I said to him firmly, confidently.

"I'm sorry...by the way...happy belated birthday."

"You know when my birthday is?"

"Yes. Halloween. I remember because I left that day..." He trails off slightly sad.

"Whatever. I don't care. Just leave me to my blade and I'll be at ease."

"I can't let you do that I'm afraid."

"God dammit just let me have some relief of pain!" I yelled at him and blinked back tears.

"Okay. Okay. But I was supposed to tell them that I took the blades away from you, and then I was going to use them" he whispers words in between his sentence and I feel my heart drop. "So I have to tell them I took them from you and you have to play along."

He stares at me like I didn't hear what he said.

"You don't have any blades at home do you...?" I asked hesitantly.

He sighed and nodded. "I do."

"But you're so perfect..." I whisper more to myself than him. He shakes his head and tears fills his eyes.

"No! I didn't mean to make you cry..." I say sadly. He attacks me in a hug and I fall back on my bed, his head on my chest, crying like a baby.

He told me his past and I stopped him because he couldn't speak because of him crying. I ran my fingers through his hair as I watched him sleep. He had cried himself to sleep. I was saddened by this. I stared at his scars, old and new. I gently kissed them and fell asleep accidentally.

Maybe we had a small chance...