"Hello, Belinda? I'm going to have to cancel your appointment. Something's come up."
"Oh… um… uh… okay. I- I guess I'll see you next week." As she stutters I look at Ricky. Belinda was practically suicidal, but right now I have to admit he looks pretty pathetic right now. As his therapist I shouldn't be thinking this, but it's true.
"Yeah, next week." After I hung up it was like the room was frozen. Ricky has done a lot in the years he's been coming to me. But this is beyond words. This is beyond him.
I glance at the clock by the door. It's been ten minutes and he still hasn't moved. He's sitting in the exact same spot. His head turned away form me, staring at the floor, biting his lip.
"Are you going to talk or did I cancel that appointment for nothing?" For a second I thought he wouldn't even be able to hear me.
"I got a girl pregnant."
"So you've said. Who is it then? The majorette?"
"No. Her name is Amy."
He's never spoken of her before and now she's pregnant with his kid. I can't really say I'm surprised, though. It was only a matter of time. I can't help but feel stupid for not consciously realizing this would happen.
"And what are you going to do about it?" That was the big question. Wasn't it? Any other was pointless. How it happened? When? That's the past. The only thing that really matters is that this Amy girl is going to have Ricky's baby.
He rested his elbows on his knees and put in his head in his hands. "I don't know. She left school today. People are saying she's getting an abortion."
"Do you want her to?"
His head snapped up. "What?"
"Do you want her…to get an abortion?"
"I heard what you said!" Ricky had snapped.
"Then answer the question."
"I-I," he faltered, but didn't lower his voice. "I don't know."
I don't really have anything to say. Abortion is a major decision. Not even his decision. I'll just wait. He has to say something.
"I mean even if she doesn't get an abortion the kid won't have much of a life. There's no way in hell Amy will be able to handle a kid and I…"
"You what?"
"Kid would be better off with my father." He looked at the floor, dropping his hands.
"Ricky, look at me?" He did. He seemed strangely intimidated when I met his eyes. "Now, tell me. Do you really think you're would be better off with your father? Do you think you would, ever in a million years, do anything like that? To anyone? Face the facts, Ricky; your dad is a sick bastard. But just because he is doesn't mean you are."
Ricky glared at me. "What do you know? How could you ever know anything about my life?"
"Ricky, you should know by now that being angry won't get you any more control of a situation than you already have. Now answer the question. Do you really think that you're worse than your father?"
"Yeah. I-I-I can't do this. I can't be a parent. I don't know anything about parenting? I don't even have parents." And he started crying.
This could have been a break through. The one I've been waiting for since he first came here. I was finally seeing what was under the act Ricky put on for the world.
That was the scary thing. The Ricky that was sobbing on the couch in front of me was completely different from anything I had ever seen or expected.
"Sh-sh-she can't," he sobbed. And he just kept at it.
For the next hour he hugged himself as he sobbed, over and over again, "I-I n-n-need a chance."
It was more of a break down than a break through, but it was a step in the right direction.
A/N: The new episode just started, but I thought this up and I really wanted to get it posted. Tell me if it sounds realistic.