A/N: Finally a new Deadgirl fanfic just because I totally fell in love with Noah and Shiloh but mainly Noah Segan btw this is going to be a slash fic later on in the story so don't worry! If you do not like slash, DO NOT READ!

Broken Friendship: Deadgirl

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The second night with that woman, Rickie finally decided to show his face. He was shaking, afraid and saddened that they had to end their relationship on a fucking woman that took every fucking beating and gun shot from JT and never even came close to dying. He was lucky enough to not even getting one fist or one single violent swing from JT after witnessing a horrific scene.

Rickie felt like crying he felt like literally breaking the fuck down; his knees almost gave out but he managed to simply stand and wade it out the best he could. His heart was beating pretty rapid but it was all good as JT finished his business pulling up his intense red undies climbing off of the table to face frightened Rickie. "So, you finally show your face?" JT raised a hand to itch those three imperfect scars on the side of his face, flicking his burned-out cigarette to the side. Rickie just stared thinking about how fucked up JT was; he wasn't himself anymore, the old JT was gone and it broke his heart. JT followed Rickie's eyes towards the woman; "Fuck JT what in the fuck has gotten into you, you are not even fucking you anymore man?" the youngest one freaked pulling at his dark hair.

JT cocked his head slightly and gave him a grin. "What, you don't like me anymore Rickie-boy?" JT began to shuffle his way toward the terrified kid, pulling out another cigarette from the pocket of his jacket.

Rickie could eventually smell him; booze, stale smoke and other sense-assulting aromas that made his nose wrinkle and his tongue curl. "The fuck I do, you're fucking insane JT and there is no helping you!" Rickie didn't bother at all with the little strand of hair that dangled freely in his face, he was too flustered and furious at the moment to pay any attention to anything at all; he missed his friend and he wanted him back. JT let out one of those simple laughs that he always did and turned to look at that woman he just previously fucked. "Oh Rickie, Rickie if only you knew how it felt, how good it feels to fuck a woman, but you don't because you're a fucking fag!" JT spit in his friend's face, finally lighting his smoke.

Watching him light up that cigarette ticked him off pretty bad; "YOU FUCK!" Rickie swung his hand and knocked the matchbox and the cigarette from JT's fingers, getting him good between the eyes. After watching JT collect himself from the surprising face full of fist, he wiped his nose and gave Rickie a crooked smile; "Whoa man, that was a pretty good hit, I'll definitely give you points for that!" JT reached out to pat him on the shoulder when Rickie smacked his hand away and bumped shoulders as he passed him.

"Oh Rickie, come on man, don't be such a puss, now come out I won't hurt you," Rickie wasn't hiding he was trying to get out of here, attempting to leave before becoming JT. As he ran down the dark halls, he felt an unexpected tear drip.

He missed his childhood friend, he missed the way he'd noogy him all to hell and call him a bitch, and he even missed the way he would comfort him when Rickie needed someone to confide in he was there all the fucking time. So stopping in his tracks, Rickie backed up into the wall hard and slid down. His vision was blurry and his head was cloudy and eventually he was out totally unaware of what happened next.

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As the room started coming back to him and his vision was repairing itself once again, Rickie involuntarily jumped onto his knees but fell back over in pain that had built up in his lower abdomen. "Uh damn!" Rickie landing on his stomach with his face melted into the cement ground beneath him, his nose taking in the horrid stench of the room. "Come on Rickie stand up," JT jumped his ass up from his recliner lost in the darkness and shadows and walked up to Rickie, pulling him up by the upper arm hard. Rickie let out a muffled groan and fell almost limp against JT's bare chest.

In the background the woman strapped to the table moaned and turned her head a few times but nothing more and JT looked at Rickie pushing him aside.

"Sorry Rickie-boy I don't roll that way," JT pulled out his half-empty pack of cigarettes and tossed them onto the recliner picking up a half eaten bag of cheese-balls. Rickie himself stood to his feet and wiped at his mouth. "Fuck you JT!" Rickie shoved at JT getting more of his attention than he really needed; JT just stared him down for a few seconds and pulled him by his dark hair and through him up against a nearby wall getting too close for comfort. "Oh now look at Rickie cussing like a sailor at his fucking best friend," JT let his right forearm rest against the wall next Rickie's head picking at a hole in the wall, those steel blue eyes glaring deep into his own.

Rickie swallowed and glared back pushing away. "Get the fuck away!" Rickie pushed his ex-friend away again only getting a fist in the face, bloodi-ing his lip again. JT never wanted to do that but it was in his blood now, boiling to the fucking edge.

Rickie felt his own blood drip into the palm of his hand as he watched it form into a tiny puddle.


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E/N: The ending to the first beginning chapter so stay tuned for more!