My Life

Chapter Thirty

Kate's POV

He stood there frozen for a while. He was looking at something specific, but I couldn't tell what. After a few minutes Whitey's expression turned to anger, he walked in and slammed the door behind him.

There was shouting and things being thrown, this isn't going to end well. I was thinking about who was in there, who were they? And why now? For a brief moment I thought about escaping while Whitey wasn't with me, but it was a flawed plan, this place is maze. Even if I did manage to get out, I don't know the way back home.

The door suddenly opened and I spun round to see who it was. "Hello gorgeous" Ricky smiled at me. Before I knew it I had my legs wrapped round his waist.

"How did you get here so fast? Where's Hollie?" I asked jumping down. "I wasn't going to wait and then go and find you like I did last time. Hollie's safe, don't worry." Ricky explained, he was still holding me close to him.

I buried my head in his neck. "I love you" I said softly.

"I love you too" Ricky said as he knelt down on one knee. "The first time didn't quite go to plan."

I smiled as I slid the engagement ring off of my finger. "Kate, will you do the honour of becoming my wife?"

"Of course I will" I said as he put the ring back on my finger.

"You can't marry her" Whitey boomed behind us. "We have an agreement Ricky." Ricky stood up and smiled. "That agreement ran out a long time ago."

I stood there confused. Ricky always tells me everything, why didn't he tell me about this agreement? Ricky grabbed hold o my hand and stood in front of me. I couldn't see what was going on from behind Ricky but I saw a glimpse of silver glistening in the light.

Ricky dropped my hand. "Kate, run." Ricky said quickly. "Don't worry about me, just run." I hesitated for a second for a second before Ricky pushed me towards a door.

I opened it and ran. I didn't have a clue where I was going, I just ran through long, winding, dimly lit corridors. I carried on running until I reached a dead end.

I had my back against a wall. I slid down until I was sitting cross legged on the floor. I tried not to, but almost instantly after sitting down I started to cry.

I was crying because this whole thing was my fault. Dragging Ricky through this, he was bound to end up with more cuts than he had before, I couldn't bare to thin about the other option.

I should've stayed with him, no matter how many times he told me to run. I didn't because I'm a coward. Ricky would've stayed by my side if I was in that situation. That alone made me feel a thousand times worse.

Ricky came and sat next to me soon after I stared crying. He put his arms around me. "Everything's fine" he whispered softly. He gently stroked my hair, I had my head his shoulder and he kissed my forehead. He got up, "lets get out of here" Ricky said offering me his hand.

I took it and he pulled me to my feet. As soon as I got up he kissed me, he lifted up so he was carrying me with both of his arms. I would normally protest but this time it was different.

I rested my head on his chest as he carried me out, fascinated by how he knows his way round. We drove home in complete silence, neither of us knew what to say about it.

As soon as we got in I went straight to wash the make up off my face. I looked like a messed up clown, but how I looked doesn't really matter at the moment. What mattered was that we were safe.

"I always thought that you looked better without make up on." Ricky said as collapsed on the sofa next to him. I could tell that he was in pain from all the cuts and bruises so I went to get the first aid kit.

"Rick, hold still" I told him as I tried to put antibacterial cream on him. "But it hurts." Ricky whined.

"It will do but moving won't help the pain."

I quickly applied the cream and kissed him before putting the first aid kit away. He put his head on my lap as we watched the TV.

I thought about what Whitey had told me about Ricky being violent. Ricky's never violent. Well, he hasn't been towards me. Ricky wouldn't act violent towards me, would he?