ocean eyes and city lights {ricky horror}

ten • opening up

Angie's POV

We sat in Ricky's car, surrounded by tacos and subs. The guys wanted us to buy them food, too, so it was ours plus theirs.

We lugged the bags inside and the guys practically pounced on us. The food was handed out and we all began to eat.

"Man, this is family," Chris said with his mouth full of bread.

"Eww, don't talk with your mouth full," I scolded.

He swallowed loudly and rolled his eyes. "Okay, mom."

I rolled my eyes back and laughed. I took a bite of Ricky's taco and he gasped, stealing a bite of my sub.

We finished dinner quickly. Everyone stood up and I hugged the guys goodbye. Chris ushered them outside and closed the door quickly, pushing his whole body against it to make sure nobody came back in.

After thirty seconds or so, he walked away from the door. "You never know when one of them is gonna barge back in."

I shook my head. "You can lock the door."

"It's broken and I'm so lazy and I don't wanna go buy a new one."

"Well, someone needs to go grocery shopping tomorrow. We can stop at a hardware store."

"What was Maine like, growing up?" Chris asked. We were now sitting on the couch.

"The town was nice. The people weren't."

"I know how you feel."

"What was Scranton like?"

"I've always loved it here. Most people want to move away from home, but not me."

"It's a nice place," I agreed. "A lot nicer than Blue Hill."

"How are you and Ricky?"

"We're doing good. I'm happy."

"Are you guys dating yet?"

"No, not yet. I'm kinda scared of relationships, to be honest."

"I feel you there. You guys would be cute together, but only do it if you feel comfortable."

"Thanks."

Chris gave me a soft, loose hug and said, "goodnight." He walked into his room, and I did the same about ten minutes later.

I laid on my bed, curled up next to Chicha, thinking about what Chris and I talked about. Did I want to be in a relationship? Should I just worry about my career? Would Ricky and I even make a good couple, or would it just lead to heartbreak?

As I scrolled through my Instagram dm's, I saw one from @/rickyhorrorx.

@/rickyhorrorx: Hey doll, you up?

@/angeliquexmiw: Yea, what's up?

@/rickyhorrorx: I'm lonely, come over?

@/angeliquexmiw: It's 1 a.m.

@/rickyhorrorx: So?

@/angeliquexmiw: I'm on my way.

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I knocked on Ricky's door and he pulled me inside, out of the cold. I stayed wrapped in his arms for a moment, and then we sat on the couch.

"Did you bring clothes this time?" He asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "Can I keep that hoodie? And those sweatpants? The shirt too? Maybe the jeans as well."

He chuckled. "Sure, but what am I gonna get?"

"My love and support, duh," I said, making him laugh again. "I did bring you something, though."

"You didn't need too."

"I did." I reached into my bag and pulled out a rope bracelet. A skull charm was braided into it.

"Wow, I love it." He tied it onto his wrist. "Thanks, doll."

"That has a story behind it. You wanted to know about my past, so I should tell you. That bracelet goes with the story."

He placed his hand on my knee and nodded his head for me to continue.

"I was born in Rhode Island. My mom and dad moved us to Maine. They didn't have a good relationship with the rest of the family, like my grandparents or aunts and uncles. I think we moved to Blue Hill when I was ten or eleven.

"My mom and dad's relationship got rocky a couple years after we moved. My mom wanted something else, so she left. I was fourteen and my mom left me when I needed her the most. She left me two bracelets and a note when she left. I have a matching one to the one I gave you. The note told me to give that bracelet to someone I felt was going to be a part of my future.

"When I was fifteen, my dad started hitting me. I stopped calling him dad. He was just a drunken old man named Jason that I had to live with. I hid in my room when he didn't hit me. I barely ate or slept. I was skinny and exhausted, and I looked like a skeleton. It was a horrible time for me.

"I got bullied at school, so I got beat there as well as at home. I was in a couple abusive relationships, too. I didn't know how to end them because I was so used to the pain.

"I stayed with Jason until the day before I met you guys. He kicked me out. I only stayed with him because he was my dad. I remembered the good times we had. I also couldn't move anywhere. I couldn't get a job. Nobody wanted a skinny, abused, goth girl working for them. You guys pretty much saved me, and I guess that's it for now."

Ricky gave me a soft kiss. "I'm so proud of you."

I exhaled a shaky breath. "Why?"

"You survived."

My mom is being salty lol.
     - salem ♡

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