A/N: so I wrote this story and deleted it a while back. I didn't think it was all that good but it was pointed out to me that it was so I decided to repost it. I may change a few things if I feel like it. Enjoy!

"Amy!" Ricky shouts at me as I head for the door of our apartment above the butcher shop.

"What?" I yell back.

"I thought we had an agreement that you wouldn't go running to your mommy and daddy every time we got in an argument."

"I am not running home to my mommy and daddy, I'm just going on a walk to clear my head, like you do every single time." I tell him.

"When will you be back?" He asks.

I scoff, "do you even care?"

"Not now I don't, but probably in a few hours I will." He shrugs.

I roll my eyes, "nice."

He rolls his eyes, "Amy..." He starts.

"I'll be back later." I snap.

He scoffs, "whatever."

"Make sure John gets to bed on time." I remind him.

He sighs in frustration, "Amy, John is two I've been putting him to bed for two years I know what time he goes to bed."

I roll my eyes once again. "Goodbye Ricky."

"Bye Amy." He mocks.

For a while I've been refusing to cry in front of Ricky, it makes me feel weak, I know he doesn't like it when I act weak, I don't either. But since I'm out of the apartment I decide I can cry now. I don't want to walk by myself but I can't go back just yet. Lauren and Madison are out somewhere, Grace is helping out at her church, and Adrian is the last person I want to see. So I just decide to walk by myself.

I walk passed Ben's house and debate whether I should go up. Ben and I are friends, but he's probably with Leo and Camille. I decide against it. Should I go talk to Nora? No she's with Margaret tonight. I don't really feel like talking to Dad or Ashley. Mom went home with Robbie. I still walk by myself.

I don't really watch where I'm walking and suddenly I find myself on the other side of town. 'Crap, I've probably been gone an hour, Ricky shouldn't still be mad.' I decide to text him. I look around before getting my phone out of my pocket. For a little bit I've had the feeling someone was following me, I decided it was late and I'm being paranoid. But now I'm not so sure. I look around and I swear I see some movement. "Hello?" I ask nervously.

"Hello." I hear a voice that sounds familiar but I can't remember.

"Who's there?" I ask again nervously.

"Just me." Then he steps out. I gasp, it's him Ricky's father.

"W-what are you doing here?" I ask him taking a nervous step back.

"I'm just here to see my son and apparently his fiancé." He says eyeing my ring.

I put my left hand in my pocket. The pocket my phone is in. "What are you doing out here, so late at night, all alone." He smirks.

"I was um going on a walk and um I was just going home so I should be going now, Ricky's um probably already put J-the baby to bed." I stutter nervously not wanting to tell him John's name.

"What's the rush? Stay for a while." He smirks again walking up to me, to close for my liking.

I could smell the alcohol in his breath, he's been drinking. I put my hand on my phone and get ready to run. I know I won't be able to outrun him but I'm close to my old house. I'll run as fast as I can to Dad and Ashley's house and call Ricky from there. Even if he's still mad at me I know he loves me so he'll protect me.

I grasp my phone in my pocket. I don't get a chance to run. It was so fast I didn't even see him grab me. The next thing I know he has both my hands pinned at my sides. He smirks, "nice try."

My breathing increases, he pushes me up against a building, of course it's closed. I see him look around and we both see an alleyway, how convenient. He covers my mouth and drags me over to it. He pushes me to the ground and smirks over me. He gets on top of me and pins my hands above my head.

Ricky and I have talked about this, if his dad ever got out of prison. We agreed that if he ever tried to kidnap me or anything like that, to kick, scream, and yell. But I can't. He has his hand over my mouth and his body is pressed against mine making it impossible to move, even the slightest bit. Ricky and I didn't make an agreement for rape. If his dad ever tried to rape me, it never crossed our minds. He ripped off my clothes, I felt his tip at my opening and he drove in. His hand was still covering my mouth so my screams were unheard by anyone. Eventually, not quickly but eventually, he stopped.

"Don't cry Amy, you wouldn't want Ricky to see that, it makes you seem weak, just like this will if he finds out." I didn't even realize I was crying, I was to focused on pretty much everything else that was going on. "If Ricky finds out about this, he'll think you're weak and that you can't handle yourself, and do you honestly think Ricky would want anything to do with you if he found out?" He asks.

"W-what do you mean?" I stutter.

"I mean that Ricky would be disgusted with you, he wouldn't want anything to do with you. And besides if you're smart, you won't say anything anyway, well that is if you don't want anything to happen to the baby, what's his name? John." He smirks again.

My breathing stops all together. Harm John? I think of all the things Ricky's told me about him and his father. I can't let that happen to John. "I w-won't say anything, "j-just please don't touch J-John." I stutter still crying.

"That's a good girl, now Amy I'm not done with you. I am for now but I'll be back." He smirks again and then runs. I'm suddenly alone.

I continue to sob for a few minutes debating on what I should do. I can't go back to the apartment looking like this. I guess I'll just have to stay the night at Dad and Ashley's house.

A few minutes later I slowly sit up, wincing. I grab my clothes and slowly put them on. After I'm dressed I stand up very carefully. I begin to walk to my old house. After about 10 minutes I finally get there. I knock on the door and dad answers.

"Hey Ames." He smiles.

"Hi Dad." I try to smile back.

"What's wrong?" He asks letting me in.

"Ricky and I got into a fight, I was wondering if I could sleep here tonight." I tell him.

"Oh yeah of course, remember there's school tomorrow." He reminds me.

I nod and go up to my old bedroom. I knew that Ricky and I would be having lots of sex when I moved in so I didn't bring many pairs of pajamas. I take out an old pair and go to the bathroom to shower. I undress and look in the mirror, I have a big bruise on each of my wrists from when he pinned me, and some on my thighs, my eyes were swollen from crying, and my hair looks like a birds nest. I decide to take a long shower. I take a bar of soap and a washcloth and scrub every surface of my body.

As I shower I think of Ricky. I want him to be here with me, to hold me and tell me I'm ok and that he's here for me. But I know that Bob's right. Ricky would be disgusted. I can never tell him, nobody can ever find out, I love John way to much to let Bob ever lay a hand on him.

I get out of the shower and put on my pajamas. I crawl into my old bed and close my eyes. My only worry right now is facing Ricky tomorrow.