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29 : 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾NINI POV☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

I was laying on my bed, on my phone, I was scrolling around and playing angry birds, when I feel the familiar presence of someone being around, maybe I'm imagining things, after Hayden hit me I don't think I have been the same.

I decided that I should go to bed, so when I turn to the other side and plug in my phone, there stands Ricky, right outside my window.

What!?

He's got to stop doing that.

He's got cuts and bruises all over him, what happened?

I think I might have an idea about what happened, but I don't want to say it.

Ricky's leaning on my window, he looks like he's about to collapse, so I suck it up before walking over to the window and unlocking it.

Ricky's eyes snap to mine as he hears the familiar sound of the lock click, he climbed in as I step back.

"Oh my god Ricky" I gasps as I walk closer to him, he's obviously hurt, physically.

"What happened?" I ask as he only stood there, unwilling to meet my eyes.

"I got in a fight with Hayden" he sighs as he leans against my wall.

"Come on, I'll help you clean up" I said as I tug on his arm, he walked behind me to my bathroom, which is connected to my room.

He sits on the toilet as I got my first aid kit.

I was dabbing a cotten ball with rubbing alcohol on the end of his lip.

We were silent, and neither of us were even looking at each other, a question is swimming around my mind, and I just can't help but let it escape.

"Why did you do it Ricky" I ask as I look at him, his eyes slowly meet mine.

He wasn't talking.

"Why Ricky?" I ask again.

"Because I care, I care about you, and apparently you don't, my heart aches when I see the bruise he gave you, it's like a mark, I know it will go away, but it's engraved in the back of my head forever, why did you kept quiet? Why didn't you tell the principal? Do you know how frustrating it is, to love someone and they won't even tell you they're vulnerabilities? I guess you don't, cause you choose to tell Ej then tell me-" I cut him off.

"Ricky, you love me?" I ask him as I can feel the water works coming to my eyes.

I'm not sure if I'm happy about that he loves me or not.

"Fuck yes!" He sighs.

"Ricky, you don't mean it, at least I don't want you to" I said as I lean against the counter.

"What do you mean?" He asks as his voice cracks a little at the end.

I thought about what I should say next.

Should I tell him?

"When my mom died, I never really got over the grieving process" I sigh as I know where this is about to go.

"My dad was pretty depressed, and I hated seeing him like that, so I did everything in my willpower to make him smile and see on the bright side, at least that's what my mom dose when we're sad about something, she tries to stay optimistic, so as I was helping my dad get over his grieving process, I never got to go over mine, I still cry at nights like a baby, hoping my mom is still here and she would come into my room and hug me and kiss me goodnight, hoping she would tell me the same stories over and over again, even if I'm sick of hearing it, and I hope she'd be here to see that I'm falling in love, with you" I said as my teary eyes met his.