The entire story will most likely be in Ricky's POV. If this changes, I will let you know.

Ricky's POV:

I looked around my small apartment. I had spent only a couple of hours getting ready for John to come over. It had taken a lot longer to clean last weekend. But then again, Adrian came over 4 times last week. I was only 'with her' once this time around. It was killing me.

Just then, I heard a slight knock at the door.

"Daddy!" John called out.

I opened the door to see John with a huge grin on his face, and Amy trudging up the stairs after him.

"Hey buddy!" I hugged him and couldn't believe I was getting choked up. I had seen him no more than 36 hours ago. I amazed myself sometimes with my multiple personalities- loving father, willing boyfriend, college student, and you can't forget about my job at the Boykewich Butcher Shop. I think the only reason Ben kept me employed was because he felt guilty. After he cheated on Amy, I had to be there to support her emotionally. It can be stressful.

It seemed as if it had been 50 years since band camp. It was hard to believe I was once just a 16 year old player. Now I'm commonly known as Amy's baby daddy.

"Are you okay daddy? You seem sad," John looked up at me with his big brown eyes, much like mine.

"I'm great now that you're here John," It is so amazing to actually love someone so much. I couldn't help but wonder why my father hadn't ever felt the way I do now. What goes wrong in someone's mind? How can you not love your child, your own flesh and blood?

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a touch from Amy.

"You seem really sad. Do you want to talk about it?" She asked with the utmost sincerity. She knew me too well.

"I'm okay, really. I was just…remembering something sad," I knew I had to tell her the news right away but I didn't want John to overhear the news, "Hey John why don't you go feed your fish? I'm sure they really missed you."

"Yeah 'cause everyone knows fish are totally like that. I'll let you and Mommy talk alone," He sure was smart. Or maybe he knew me too well…I had let my guard down with him, and even Amy.

"What's going on? Are you alright?" Amy asked with rising concern in her voice.

"I got notified yesterday that Bob is up for parole. I just thought you should know after what happened last time," I felt so ashamed, even though I knew the situation was out of my hands.

"What do you mean, after last time?" She asked, as she crinkled her brow.

"I mean he didn't really do anything, but he went to your house, came by when Grace and I were on a date, and was parked outside Adrian's condo at midnight. That's hardly sane behavior," I said trying to control my anger. I wasn't mad at Amy or anything. I would never get this upset with her. I was angry with all of the feelings from my childhood that were now resurfacing- hate, fear, helplessness. I was trapped.

But this time I wasn't alone. I had my son to care for. I would kill Bob if he ever laid a hand on John.

"Well let's not get ahead of ourselves. He might not even be granted parole. Even if he does, we'll be okay. I'm sure it must be hard for you to deal with what he did to you, but he is a sick man. He sexually abused you as a child, but now you're all grown up-"I cut Amy off.

"But john isn't. I just don't want John to have to know about him or what he did. I don't want him exposed to all of that like I was. I just-" I started choking up. Amy pulled me close to her in a hug.

"Ricky you are such a good father to John. He absolutely adores and loves you. No matter what, those feelings won't change. To John, and everybody else, your father's actions don't affect how they feel about you as a person. If anything, it helps people to understand you better. I have to go," she said as she withdrew from the hug. I felt tears streaming down my face. I wiped them away with the sleeve of my shirt.

"John come say goodbye to mommy," I called.

"Bye mommy. I love you. See you Sunday," John said, nuzzling his face in her shoulder.

"Bye baby. I love you," Amy said, trying to hide her tears. "Have fun. Bye Ricky," she waved to me, and then left.

Even after Amy's pep talk, I couldn't help but think. If he got out, what would Bob do this time? What would I tell John? I could only wonder.

This is my first story EVER!! Please post your feedback. Also, I have no idea how long the parole thing takes(I never had anything to do with it in real life) so I may be off time wise(how long is someone considered for parole?). If you have any details, I would greatly appreciate them. Also, I don't know how old the average person is when they get out of college, but Ricky is 21 going on 22. How much longer should I have him as a student?

Thanks for reading, and for all your help. Should I continue this story? I have a plan with Ricky, Adrian, Amy, Grace, Ben, Jack, and even Ashley.