Hey guys. New year, new story! Some of the stories on fanfiction sicken me with how happy and perfect they make Amy and Ricky seem. Heck, even Ben and Adrian seem peachy ALL the time in some stories. I love Amy and Ricky when they're lovey dovey, but we ALL know that's overbearing at times, EVEN in my OWN stories. I wanted to get into a darker side of Amy and Ricky. Well, we'll see how this turns out.
Thanks for sticking with me through all my little stories…lol
soren919
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Song Title: "Grenade" by Bruno Mars
Chapter 1: Grenade (Prelude)
"I'm nothing like my father, Amy!" Ricky yelled storming out of their bedroom. They'd got into an argument about ways to discipline John for a fight he was in at school. "And the sooner you realize that, the sooner we can move on with our relationship." He said as he quickly descended down the stairs of their house.
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, Ricky…" Amy's voice faded when she saw Ricky stop in his tracks. She covered her mouth as he turned around slowly. The look on his face frightened her and she looked away.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean." Ricky said through his teeth. "All I said is that if he wants to fight with someone, he can fight me."
"Well, that's not necessary, Ricky." Amy said slowly coming closer to him. "A simple grounding will suffice."
"And where do you get off comparing me to that man?" Ricky said backing up from her. He couldn't get close to her, the fire in her words burned too hot right now and it hurt.
"You mean your fa-"
"Don't say it."
"Ricky, he's your…"
"Sperm donor. That's what he is." Ricky shot back. "So back to my question, where the hell do you get off comparing me to that man?" He said. He stopped and she approached, slowly, but carefully not wanting him to blow up on her. She touched his shoulder and he yanked back. "Please…don't touch me right now." Ricky said softly, but sternly. He was still fuming, and she still burned.
"Ricky, I didn't mean it all like that." She said trying to appease him. Ricky shook his head and looked down. "I just meant that…upstairs. The situation with John scared me Ricky. That was the first time I've ever seen you act like your…Bob." She said. His head shot up and she jumped a little bit.
"Amy. Stop talking…right now. You know what, forget it. I'm leaving." Ricky said, and with that he was gone into the night. Amy stood there puzzled and reviewed the everything that had gone down that night.
Flashback
"John, where do you get off getting into a fight!" Amy said as she paced back and forth in John's room. John was lying on his bed and Ricky was sitting in the chair. "Didn't your father and I teach you better than that? What was the fight even about?" Amy said stopping in front of his bed. "John?" She said tapping him. He had dosed off a little bit and Amy just sighed.
"John, I'm not gonna go easy on you like your mom. Sit up." Ricky said standing from the chair. John did as he was told and sat up leaning on his headboard. Amy sat in the chair Ricky was in and folded her arms. "So, why…did…you…fight?" He said sitting at the foot of John's bed.
"Ugh, dad. It was just a minor fight!" John yelled. "He shouldn't have said that to me!"
"Don't yell." Amy said quietly. "Now honey. We just…"
"We want to get to the bottom of things! What happened?" Ricky interrupted shooting up from the bed. He was getting impatient because he was seeing himself in John. He was a fighter as a kid and it led down a bad road. Good thing he met Amy when he did though.
"Ok, me and Jake were talking at recess, and Bobby came over and started messing with Jake. So I stood up for Jake, but then Bobby said that me and Jake were boyfriends, so I punched him in the eye. Then he punched me in the mouth, hence the swollen lip. He started it!" John said crossing his arms.
"Honey, I understand that, but next time you need to tell a teacher and not hit someone." Amy said putting a hand on his shoulder.
"But then I'd look like a tattletale and everyone would pick on me."
"If you want to fight someone so bad, John…fight me!" Ricky said staring John in the eyes. "Come on. Fight."
"Um…Ricky." Amy said tapping Ricky. "Can I speak to you."
"Yah, wait, Amy. Anyways, like I said. Since you don't want to "tattletale" and fight instead, let's go!"
"Ricky!" Amy said grabbing his arm. "Excuse us John. Your father and I will be back in a few minutes." She said barely able to pull him out of the room. "What the hell are you doing?" She said as they entered into their bedroom and closed the door.
"I'm trying to teach him a lesson." Ricky said. Amy's face immediately went blank and she turned away from him and went to sit on the bed.
"What?"
"You said…you s-said a lesson." Amy stuttered. She looked him in the eye and Ricky immediately knew what that meant.
"Are you serious, Amy?" Ricky said putting his hands through his hair. He pulled a little and let out a deep moan. "You know what the fuck I mean! Why would you EVER think that?"
"Calm down, Ricky. John might here us."
"So? Why would you think that!"
I don't know, Ricky. You just had a Bob moment. "A lesson"? "Fight me?" I mean, you sound just like him."
"Well aren't you putting your degree in effect. Little miss psychologist?"
"You are your father's child."
"I'm nothing like my father, Amy!"
End Flashback
"Mom, what happened?" John said slowly descending down the stairs.
"I don't know, John. I really don't." Amy said as she began to cry. She went to the kitchen and grabbed her emergency carton of Ben & Jerry's Banana Split ice cream. She opened the drawer and grabbed a spoon and proceeded to the couch where she popped in Titanic. "At least this girl has a more problems than me…for 3 hours at least." Amy sighed.
4 hours later
Amy was sleep on the couch when she heard the door open. Ricky stumbled in and threw his keys on the counter. "Now you come home." She said getting off the couch.
"Well…I minute to go decided out for a. Heyyyy…Amyyyy…" Ricky slurred as he fell on the couch.
"Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me right now?" Amy said as she went into the kitchen to throw away the empty container of ice cream and grab Ricky a glass of water. "Drink this." She said offering him the glass of water.
"No. I'm fine. Away." He said pointing towards the stairs.
"I'll go when I get an explanation. Where've you been for about 4 hours? Huh? Are you stupid? You have a son to take care of!" Amy spat.
"You're here. He's fine."
"Ricky going out to get drunk at some random bar isn't being a good parent. That's what I meant by saying you're like Bob." She said walking away. Ricky shot up and grabbed her arm. "Ow, let go!" She said trying to yank away.
"Take back." Ricky said. His breath smelled of heavy alcohol and Amy turned her head away. I'm nothing like him."
"Oh, so coming in at 2 o' clock in the morning and raising hell isn't being like Bob?" Amy shot back.
"You don't know anything about that." Ricky said grabbing tighter onto her arm.
"Let go!" She protested. She wiggled out of his grip and pushed him. He stumbled and fell on the couch. "Ricky, you're being such an ass!" She said taking the glass of water and throwing it in his face. She threw the glass down, shattering it. Ricky got up and followed her to the stairs and grabbed her off the second stair. Ricky bear hugged her and Amy squirmed to get away.
"We aren't done talking!"
She smacked him in the face. "Get off!" She yelled. Ricky rubbed his cheek and shoved Amy into the table in the foyer. The glass in front of it fell and shattered. Amy looked at her hand and saw that a piece of glass had cut her. It wasn't deep, but because of how it was caused, it hurt like hell. She looked at Ricky who was wide-eyed and frozen, and she slowly walked passed him up the stairs, crying harder every step.
Sleep didn't come for Amy that night. She would flashback to the fight that she and Ricky had. Ricky had never his hands on her. And he had really never been drunk before. Sure they had been buzzed on certain nights like New Years and St. Patrick's day and such, but never to the point where they were in a physical altercation. She glanced at her hand and the cut that was on it. It had scabbed up, but it still hurt. She cried silently and would stop and think about the situation and then cry all over again.
Beginning to sober up, Ricky sat on the couch and stared at the television. Sleep was beginning to come over him, and he was close to succumbing to it. Slowly, he drifted off, eyes heavier and heavier. Then, he was out. All he could dream about that night though was the fight and Amy's words, "You are your father's child."
Hey guys, so that was it. The prelude/1st chapter of my new story. I hoped you liked it, and please review :) thanks!
