Author's Note: Okay before I start just because Ricki is a boy name does not mean she's a boy.This will most likely be my third story on fanfiction. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but Ricki's first name
Ricki Orton sat on her purple comforter in her all purple room in her St. Louis,Missouri two-story house flipping through a Vogue magazine.
She heard the door open and looked over to see her parents Bob Orton and Romona Orton walking in.
"Ricki, baby we need to talk" her mother said and took a seat on one of the purple chairs in Ricki's room.Her father sat on the other on the right side of her bed.
Ricki closed the magazine. "About what" she asked in that air head voice he father hated and that made her mother smile.
Romona gave her husband that 'I can't do it ' look, which made Ricki know this wasn't going to be good.
"Ricki we noticed lately that your spending more money than usal.your coming home hours pass your curfew and your drinking like crazy and myself and your mother can't have that". He looked over to Romona who had turned away and now sniffling."So we decided you should go stay with your brother for a while".
Ricki felt like her insides were turning to ice.Her parents were sending her to live with her brother.Her brother Randy.Her brother who was always traveling the road an a...
"Oh no",she thought.This couldn't be happening.She had done this before and it had almost ruined her life.
"You guys are shipping me off to be a proffesional wrestler?", she asked.
Why were they doing this to her.Theyr'e the ones that had gotten her in the habit of that.She had grown up watching her mother internet shopping and her Dad and his wrestling buddies giving her and her brother whole cans of beer and now they suddenly hated the way she was.
Ricki had once trained to be a wrestler with her father and brother. She had loved and excelled in it, passing bumps and warm ups in just two weeks.
She was now having a flashback of that horrible.Her and her mother had went shopping and gotten mani-peddi's.Later that night Ricki and Randy were practiong slams and this fat German lady slammed Ricki on her head and broke her french tipped nail.
She woke up two minutes later and saw her nail and stormed out of the basement to complain to her mother forcing her to take her out to get her nail redone.
Romona turned to Ricki and took her daughter's hand in her own."Just for a little while"Romona said trying desperately to calm her daughter.
Ricki jerked her hand away as tears started to fall from her eyes."This is bullshit, Mom and you know it", she said getting off of her bed."Dad don't do this", she screamed at her father.
Bob did nothing but stand."You're leaving tomorrow.Pack your bags".he said and left Ricki's room.
"Mommy please", she said weakly."I don't wanna go".She was now sniffling from the tears running down her face.
Romona lifted herself off of the chair, walked over to her daughter and hugged her daughter."I'm sorry, but when your father saw the credit card bill he figured he had to straighten you out".
"But,Mom I'll be good I promise.I'll stop shopping ,I'll work.I'll".Ricki sunk to the floor as her mother held her.She would do anything to stay home.Away from that horrible job and her horrible brother.
She felt empty inside.Her parents had totally given up on her and shipped her off.