Beyond the grave (Book 2)

Chapter 5- You're mine, Motherfucker

(Ricky)

Me and Ryan ended up in Devin's house, where the puddle of Chris' blood had stained into the carpet. Every second I spent here just made me angrier, especially when I knew he could come back at anytime. To be perfectly honest, I hoped he'd come back. Then I'd get to kick his ass properly without any fucker interfering. He killed my fucking boyfriend so naturally, I have a right and an obligation (to Chris) to beat that motherfucker up. "Let's just grab what we need and go. I mean it, Ricky." I went to reply but then, Devin appeared and smiled at me.

"Oh hey I've been released from prison with no charges , didn't expect to see your puny ass back here after what I did to your pathetic boyfriend. Tell me, did he bleed all over you? Did he say he loved you before I killed him?" Ghost said, smiling sickly at me. I distantly heard Ryan saying something to me but it was too late. "YOU'RE MINE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" I shouted, pouncing on top of Ghost and slamming his head into the ground, getting angrier as he laughed. I kept punching him, covering his face and floor in his blood. I heard a crunch as I broke his wrist and relished in his scream of agony.

I knew if I didn't stop, or if I wasn't stopped then I'd kill him because he deserved it for killing MY Chris. I stood up and kicked Ghost in the stomach, not caring that he was one of my best friends. He'd shot Chris and then taunted me about it, it was time for him to die. I went to stamp on his throat, but Ryan wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me away, as I was straining and struggling to get towards Devin. Ryan slammed me into the wall and held me there, pinning me against the wall to stop me. "LET ME GO ASSHOLE!"
"RICKY! Fucking calm down and stop it! You're overreacting! You'll get your revenge just drop it for now!"
"I said let me fucking go you asshole!" Ryan glared at me and summoned Lucien and Lucien took a look at us before he rolled his eyes and dragged me away, shoving me outside.

"He needs to die!"
"Richard. Calm down otherwise I won't bring Chris back, do you understand me?"
"But sir.."
"I said. Do you understand me?"
"...yes sir..." I sighed, walking back inside and grabbing the box of holy bullets, which shone a faint gold. Ryan looked at me and nodded at Lucien before we both got teleported back into hell. "Christ, what was that Ricky?"
"He just made me snap...I mean he did deserve it.."
"That may be the case Ricky, but you went over the top and look at what almost happened, you could've lost Chris. It's not just you who needs Chris you know?"
"I KNOW that Ryan. I'm not stupid. Can we just hurry up back to Chris? He calms me down..." and I hated to admit it, but I really did need Chris more than anyone realised.

He calmed me down when I needed it, he kept me safe and happy. He was always there for me when I needed him, and I was glad I'd gotten a chance to get him back. Because I don't know what I'd do without him, and it scared me. Especially when I loved him more than anything, I loved him more than I thought was humanly possible and he loved me back the same, which just made me happier. He was one of the very few people who could make me feel truly loved and if I lost him, like I'd almost lost him, then damn, I wouldn't be able to exist without him.

Soppy, I know but it's true. Me and Ryan went back to the gothic mansion with a black and red metal fence around the entire thing with a huge black metal gate with red roses decorating the outside. As soon as the gate opened, I ran up the drive and knocked on the door, practically collapsing into Chris' arms. "Baby? Baby, what's wrong?!"
"G-ghost.." I whispered, burying my face into his chest. He held me close and I tried not to cry out of pure frustration into his chest. I cried too easily, but sometimes I could use that to my advantage if I wanted to. Which I didn't. "Shh, it's okay you're home now baby boy...I'm here, Ricky come on..." he murmured, stroking my back and swinging me into his arms with ease. I felt myself burn bright red as he cradled me against his chest, carrying me into our living room.

I guess Ryan followed, because he explained, in detail, exactly what happened to Chris, who frowned in response. "He fucking did what to Ricky?"
"Taunted him. Fucked with his head I guess, which is why Ricky kicked the living shit out of him and well, here we are."
"I'm gonna kill that fucking pile of shit. What makes him think he has the right to do that to my Baby? Ricky didn't even do anything to him!" Ryan shrugged and I sighed, snuggling into Chris.

Chris was sat down on his couch, so I was in his lap with his arms wrapped around me, holding me against his chest tightly. I wasn't complaining, it made me feel better and safer. I think I might have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, Chris had said bye to Ryan and walked back in, gently shaking me. As soon as my eyes opened, he pressed his lips against mine, kissing me with a passion that shocked me but made me feel even happier and more loved. "If he ever says anything again, I'll murder him myself..." Chris said against my lips, kissing me gently. He pulled away and looked at me, probably to make sure I was okay.

Instead, I locked my hands around the back of his neck and pulled his head back down so his lips met mine again.
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