Here's chapter 4. I hope you guys like it and thanks again for the reviews.

Ricky POV

I had decided to call George when I woke up. It was Saturday and Amy said he wasn't working today.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mr. Juergens, it's Ricky. I was wondering if I could come by to talk to you."

There was silence on the other end.

"Uh, I'm working today, Ricky."

There was no point in lying to me.

"Amy said that you were today, sir."

"Alright, come on over."

"Thanks."

I hung up and threw my shoes on. Amy had come downstairs and saw me.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I'm going next door to talk to your dad."

She looked a little worried.

"Ricky, I think I should come with you."

"No, I just need to talk to him alone, man to man."

"No, you don't understand. He still hates me for betraying him like this. If you walk in that house, who knows what he could do to you. I'm not taking that chance. This news is still fresh to him; he isn't ready to deal with this yet. Please don't go."

She almost made me give in and not go, but I realized I had to be a man about this. I couldn't let him keep scaring me like he used to. I had to prove to him that I can take responsibility for my own actions, especially this action.

"I'm sorry Amy, but I have to go. I can't keep letting him scare me like he used to. I need to be a responsible man, OK."

"This is a big mistake, Ricky, but if you feel you must talk to him, then there's nothing I can do to stop you."

She stormed upstairs and I left out. I expected my heart to be racing when I stood on his doorstep, but I just stood there ready to talk like a man. I knocked on the door and Mr. Juergens answered. He looked like he was going to punch me in my face, but I guess he was more mature than that.

"Come in." he said, his voice stern.

I stepped in and sat in the kitchen.

"We need to talk, Mr. Juergens." I said.

"Oh I know, believe me I know, son." he said.

"Listen, I know you're upset about the fact that your daughter is pregnant and I'm responsible for it, but I don't appreciate you calling me trashy and Amy ungrateful." My voice started to get louder.

"Well, that's what you guys are to me." he said.

"Do you even hear yourself talking? I'm not trashy, if I was trashy, I would've gotten your daughter pregnant and left her, but I didn't! I'm staying with her through all of this, and Amy is definitely not ungrateful. Every time she asks for something from you guys, she feels guilty because you do so much for her already. She thanks you guys so freaking much for all that you do for her. You don't know ungrateful until you look in the mirror!"

"You don't talk to me like that in my own house and maybe I was wrong for calling my daughter ungrateful, but I certainly was not wrong for calling you trashy."

"I'M NOT A PIECE OF TRASH SO DON'T CALL ME THAT OK! I'M NOT TRASHY, YOUR DAUGHTER IS NOT UNGRATEFUL AND YOU KNOW WHAT…YOU'RE A BIG COWARD WHO DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOUR OWN FAMILY. THEY ARE MISERABLE WITHOUT YOU AND YOU DON'T EVEN REALIZE IT. WHY IS THAT? I KNOW, BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO BUSY CHEATING ON YOUR WIFE WHO HAS BEEN FAITHFUL TO YOU THIS WHOLE TIME. YOU DON'T KNOW HOW GOOD YOU'VE GOT IT. THERE WERE TIMES WHEN I WISHED THAT ME AND AMY WOULD LIVE HAPPILY LIKE YOU AND ANNE BUT NOW YOU HAVE ME WORRIED ABOUT MY WISH."

I didn't know what to do, my blood was boiling, my blood pressure was through the roof and if my heartbeat would've went up anymore then I probably would've had a heart attack. Just as I was about to walk out, I went back up to him.

"You don't deserve a family; you deserve to live a miserable, single life. Soon, everybody will find out how much of a coward and cheater you are and how unfaithful you can be."

Before I walked out, I broke one of his plates and a couple cups and walked out. As soon as I got in, Amy could see all my emotion in my face.

"Oh my gosh Ricky, what happened?"

"Your father is a stupid man, Amy."

We went upstairs and sat down in her bed.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I went there, told him I didn't appreciate him calling you ungrateful and me trashy, he said he was a little wrong for calling you ungrateful, but not wrong for calling me trashy, I yelled at him so much. I told him that he didn't a family like you guys and that he should be miserable right now and that he was a coward and a cheater, then I broke one of his plates and a couple of his cups and I walked out."

Amy was crying. She was upset, she was probably going to tell me never to talk to her again or something like that. "Ricky, thank you."

I was surprised. "What?"

"None of us have had the nerve to stand up to him like you have, Ricky. Even Ashley, one of the most obnoxious people I know can't even stand up to him and she's usually the one to talk sense into him. He practically buries my mom with his hateful words. He won't even talk to me, he's only texted me once."

"I didn't know that. What did he say?" I guess I asked the wrong question because now she was sobbing. I grabbed her phone and found the one message.

You're an ungrateful trashy teenage daughter. Don't ever talk to me again, you're a traitor. I hope you and your baby live an unhappy life with the piece of crap you call your boyfriend. I don't want to see or know my grandson or granddaughter because to me they are dead just like you.

I was shaking now I was so angry. I told Amy to stay there and I went and found Mrs. Juergens. She saw how red I was and she immediately ran over to me and hugged me. I still had Amy's phone in my hand.

"Ricky, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Your piece of crap you call your husband." I said, my teeth clenched.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yes, no, I don't know."

She sat me down in a chair in her room.

"What's going on?"

"Your husband, he has the nerve to call me trashy and then call Amy ungrateful. He doesn't even know what ungrateful is!"

She saw Amy's phone in my hand and took it.

"Why do you have Amy's phone?" she asked, suspicion in her voice.

"Read it." I answered.

She clicked one of the buttons and it turned on. She read the message and she started crying.

"How could he say something like that about Amy?" she asked in between sobs.

"That's what I said."

"What did you do when you went over there?"

I told her what went down and when I said that he should be miserable and single and that I broke some of his dishes, she couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't feel like a man, Mrs. Juergens." I said, trying to hold back my tears.

"Ricky, you are a man, a strong man. If anyone isn't a man or a woman in this situation, it George Juergens, not Ricky Underwood. Look at me." she said. I looked at her. "You are a man and nobody can tell you different, especially the little girl next door, understand?" I nodded and she hugged me. I liked Mrs. Juergens a lot, she's like the mom I wish I could've had when I was little.

Afterwards, I went back into the room with Amy. She had fallen asleep so I let her be. I went downstairs to watch TV. Soon after, Ashley had come downstairs to do the same thing. I hope this wasn't one of her sarcastic moments.

"Hi daddy." she said. I guess luck isn't on my side today.

"Ashley, I'm not in the mood, OK?"

"What's wrong?" she actually sounded serious.

"Your dad, he's a big mess and I don't see how you guys can get along with him."

"Oh." She said.

"Yeah." I said.

"Why'd you go to my dad's house this morning?"

"Because I needed to be a man about something."

"What'd you do?"

"I went crazy on your dad. I called him a coward and a cheater and a lot of other things I don't regret saying, then I broke a couple of dishes and left."

She laughed so hard when I said I broke some of his dishes. What was so funny about that?

"So, you stood up to my dad for Amy?"

"Not just for Amy, at first I was just going over to tell him that me and Amy don't deserve to be called trashy and ungrateful, but he made a big deal out of it." I paused for a moment. "I didn't just do this for Amy; I did it for you and your mom, too. Sure Amy's suffering from this, but so are you and your mom and he should have a taste of his own medicine, you think?"

I could see tears in Ashley's eyes. "Ricky, I know I haven't made you feel too much better about this situation, but I just wanted to thank you. Usually, I can make my dad think twice, but this time I couldn't, only you could. Thank you." She hugged me and went back upstairs. Soon, Amy had woken up and she came down and sat with me.

"You don't know how grateful I am that you stood up for my family. It really meant a lot to me to know that you cared for us that much."

She kissed me, a passionate and then went to go find her mom. Mrs. Juergens was right. I stood up for this entire family to the man who was responsible for all of their misery. I owed this all to Mrs. Juergens.

Alright, so this chapter wasn't as long as I hoped it would be. It literally took me an hour to finish it. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Tomorrow, the fifth chapter will be up. Thx!