A/N: Hey, thanks for reviewing. I got still a crazy amount of reviews, I'm so happy! I hope you like this, it's a bit short. Next time I'll try to combine two chapters as one. I'm sure some of you would like that :)
Chapter Seven
It's a couple of days later, and Amy is soon going to be released from the hospital.
She has fallen into a depression, and can barely sleep at night. She is assigned to talk to Dr. Ken Fields, Ricky's old therapist, three times a week until she is in a state of happiness and security again. David was still nowhere to be seen, and that day, Amy is going to get the results back from her M.R.I, to confirm if she has cancer in her shoulder.
When Ricky entered her hospital room that day, she barely acknowledged his presence.
"Hi, I heard you're going to be released soon," he said, trying to sound enthusiastic, but she didn't respond.
Instead, quiet tears fell down her cheeks.
"My mother told me that you're going to live in a foster home. I know it must be scary, but it's a really good thing, trust me," he added.
Amy looked at him, with hurt eyes.
"What's good about it?" she questioned him, with pain in her voice.
Ricky tried to take her hand, but she shook it off. "Well, you'll be with nice people who care about you-,"
"NO ONE CARES ABOUT ME! NO ONE! AND WHAT DO YOU CARE? YOU ONLY COME HERE TO GET ALL THE JUICY DETAILS OF MY SORRY LIFE!"
Ricky looked at her in shock. "No, I don't Amy, I just-,"
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed, angrily.
Ricky stood there, stunned, but he put his hands in his pocket and left the room in a huff.
Just as he left, Amy's doctor stepped in. "Hello, Amy, who are you today?"
Amy frowned in response. "Well, I have your results here, and… you don't have cancer. There must have been a mistake in the x-ray we did on the day you came in."
Amy let out a sigh of relief, but didn't say a word. The doctor left, feeling happy he finally gave her good news.
Two days later, Margaret was dropping off Amy at her semi-permanent foster home.
She only had a suitcase full of belongings with her, the clothes on her back, and the cast on her arm. The couple, Natalie and Joseph, were very kind and respectful to Amy. And as well were the other children in that home: Gregory, 7, Caitlyn, 4, and Vincent, 13. Due to the lack of room in the small house, Amy needed to share a room with four year old Caitlyn.
Amy was only going to be in the foster home for a couple of months, since she would turn eighteen in , she didn't mind whatsoever. She hated being in a foster home from the minute she walked through the doors.
Amy returned to school later that day, and received many polite nods in the hallway, and no one said anything rude.
At break, Adrian noticed Ricky staring at Amy again, and he barely paid attention to her when Adrian went up to talk to him. She was getting extremely annoyed about it all.
"Ricky, what is wrong with you?" Adrian asked him, and Ricky looked at her.
"What?"
"I asked, what is up with you and that Amy girl? Ever since she was in the hospital, you refuse to go out drinking, partying, or do anything with me. You wanted to be with that little nobody instead. Now tell me, Ricky, is she what you really want because if she is, you can kiss your social life good bye!" she yelled, and people looked their way.
Ricky looked at her, and frowned.
"I think I already have," he muttered, and pushed past her.
Adrian stayed glued in her spot, stunned. "YOU CAN'T DUMP ME RICKY UNDERWOOD! ONLY I CAN DUMP YOU! SO GO HAVE A BORING LIFE WITH THAT FREAK! I'LL GIVE IT HALF A DAY AND YOU'LL COME RUNNING BACK TO ME!"
Ricky just kept walking, which Adrian totally didn't expect. Tears filled her eyes, but she held them back. She watched Amy go into the washroom, and she followed her.
The other girls in the washroom hurried out once Adrian came through the door. Amy stayed though, put her foundation on, and applied lip gloss.
"Dressing up for Ricky?"
Amy made a face, and looked at Adrian. "Excuse me?"
Adrian rolled her eyes. "Are you putting makeup on for my ex boyfriend, you little sl*t?"
Amy frowned. "No, and if I put makeup on or not, it's to cover up the bruises that my stepfather left me with."
"Oh, you were abused. I forgot. So that's why you looked like trash everyday! You still do, but whatever… you're Ricky's trash now."
Amy sighed. "Is there something else you want Adrian? Apart from being a b**** to me?"
"Yeah, I wanted to do this!" Adrian roughly grabbed the collar of Amy's shirt, and shoved her against the wall.
Amy screamed out in pain, and fell to the ground. Adrian kicked her leg, and grabbed her broken arm. Adrian twisted Amy's bad hand, and Amy's screams echoed the bathroom.
"THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WITH YOU MESS WITH MY BOYFRIEND!" Adrian yelled, and was about to kick her again, but Amy got up quickly, and pushed Adrian against the sink.
There was a cracking sound, and it was Adrian's turn to scream out in pain. Amy grabbed Adrian's shoulder, and pushed her to the wall. But, no sound was made. Adrian didn't move.
Panic went through Amy's mind as she stood there, in the quiet bathroom. She was so stressed, she forgot Adrian had broke her wrist. She burst into tears, and ran out of the bathroom.
"HELP ME! PLEASE!" Amy screamed, and people looked her way.
The teachers came over to her, and Amy was in so much shock she could barely breathe. "Adrian… a-ttacked me… broke my wrist… I fought back… she's not moving…,"
A couple of the teachers went in, and Dr. Bink stayed with Amy. They called an ambulance, and both Amy and Adrian were taken to the hospital.
"Amy, you just can't stay away from us, can't you?" joked the x-ray technician, as she did an x-ray on Amy.
Amy needed to get a whole new cast, to support her elbow and wrist. Adrian had a concussion, a broken rib, and her father wasn't going to press charges on Amy, since it was self-defence. He surprisingly asked her if she wanted to press charges on Adrian, (since she did attack Amy) but she refused, Adrian would have enough punishment from her injuries.
Back at school the next day, Amy refused to talk to anyone. Grace was full of rage against Amy, but didn't do anything about it.
At lunch, Amy and Owen sat together, but Amy was wondering where Ricky was the whole time. She heard later that day that after his break up with Adrian, he left the building.
She missed him, and wanted to see him again.
Amy's P.O.V.:
It has been a couple of days since I talked to Ricky, and I surprisingly miss him. A lot.
Whatever I think about, he always clouds my mind. Maybe it's his smile, or the way I feel around him. It's weird, since a couple of weeks ago I hated him, and now I'm starting to care about Ricky.
I wonder if he feels that way too ,and I hope I'll see him again soon.
As I walked into the school, I looked around for Ricky, but there was no sign of him. I let out a sigh of disappointment as I walked into my locker. As I opened the locker with my good hand, memories of Ricky pushing me into the lockers flooded back to me. The names he would call me were repeating in my mind.
I shook them off, and walked to my philosophy class.
Maybe liking Ricky is sending me into a danger zone. I mean, he hurt me before. Pushing me into lockers and calling me names is abuse, just like my f***ing stepfather did to me. If I was in a relationship with Ricky, would he abuse me too? Would he truly love me, and take care of me?
Before I walked into the classroom, Owen grabbed my arm.
"Hey, how are you?" Owen asked me, a smile forming on his face.
"Never better," I muttered sarcastically, as he took my heavy textbook from me.
"Thanks," I say, and we stared at each other for a moment.
"So… what's new?" he asked, smoothing his blonde hair.
"I heard Adrian's leaving the hospital soon," I responded, looking at my feet.
"Oh. That's good… maybe," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I looked up at him, and made a face.
"Amy… I want to ask you something," he told me, taking his hand off my shoulder.
I nodded, urging him to go on, and he took a deep breath.
"Amy, I know you have a lot on your plate right now, but I was wondering… do you want to go out with me?"
I was totally speechless.
Owen waited for my answer, nervously. I can see a hand waving at me from the corner of my eyes.
It was Ricky, he was back. I looked back at Owen, not knowing what to say.
I like Ricky, but hurt and rejection is plastered all over him.
Owen, I can see sweetness, and kindness. He's someone who I know would never break my already shattered heart.
Despite everything about these two guys, I just can't decide.
I just can't.
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