Kind of out of character for Ben. Oh well
"So are we going to do this or what?" Jack asked.
"How do you expect we do this? Sit in a circle and talk about our feelings?" Ricky remarked, sarcasm dripping in his voice.
"Ricky, that is a great idea! Like how we do it in the dead parents club." Grace piped in. Adrian rolled her eyes at her friend blaton idiocracy. Everyone just kind of agreed and sat in the circle.
Ricky huffed, folding his arms over his chested. The young father was not a fan of circles. It reminded him to much of the group therapy that his foster parents used to make him go to. Amy was not anymore pleased to be wasting her day listening to Ben defend Adrain, when Ricky wouldn't dare to say a word on her behalf. Adrian and Ben sat across from them, making googoo eyes at each other and touching Adrian's stomach.
"So Adrian, why don't you start?" Grace offered.
"I really have nothing to say; other than, Amy, do you really think that you can change Ricky? I mean, come on, he is Ricky. He slept with everyone. If you can, good for you. I just don't think that you can change Ricky." Adrian said, spite in her words. ricky just kind of huffed and mumbled under his breath.
"What did you say?" Ben growled. "Huh? What. Did. You. Say? Damaged goods, more like damaged for good." Ben grumbled. Everyones eyes widened at Ben's words. It was an unwritten rule that nobody ever said anything about Ricky's emotional problems and past. The room was dead silent. Not even a breath was heard. The first noise was the sound of Ricky's chair slamming against the ground as he stood up and stormed off into the back of the library. Nobody moved.
Ricky was in the back of the library before you heard the scream. It was the most angry and heart broken scream that anyone had ever heard out of Ricky. He cried when Adrian slept with Ben. He cried when his mother came back. He cried when his father touched him every night. Still, he had never felt a betrayal like this. He trusted Ben, and Ben and broken that trust once. Finally, after years of holding in every emotion, Ricky let the tears fall, and the screaming out. He chucked a book, pulled at his hair, and knocked every book off of one shelf. It was out. Everything that hurt Ricky, was out.
Finally, Ricky made his way out from the back towards the front of the room. Tears streaking down his face. His fist clenched, knuckles turning white. His hair was tousled and messed up and rage filled his eyes. ricky had never looked so scary.
"You need to get your head out of your ass, Ben. Your daddy gives you everything you want. Do you know what my daddy get me? He would rape me. Every single night from 5 to about 12. I have more emotional baggage than you will ever have to carry. So don't you dare ever say that I am damaged for good. I'm not." Ricky cried.
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