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"Good morning, Amy." Ricky said. We had both fallen asleep in my bed.
"Good morning." I said back to him, smiling.
"I wasn't really planning on sleeping over, I'm sorry. I guess I just lost track of time."
"Oh, um, no it's fine. I- I lost track of time too." I stuttered. "Um- well I guess we should get up.."
I got up off the bed and couldn't help but stare at him, it was like I had never noticed him like this before. He was perfect.
I walked over to John's bed, only to find an empty bed which he was not in. "W-where is John?" I stammered.
Ricky looked at me, in shock; John was gone. I ran to the living room to see if my mom had had him; no one was home.
"Ricky! He isn't here anywhere!" I shouted to him.
"Calm down, Amy. I'm sure he's around here somewhere. No one could have taken him." Ricky said, trying to calm me down.
"They could have! W-where is my mom? What's today?" I asked him. I couldn't concentrate on anything, I had never been this worried and scared in my life; not even when I had found out I was pregnant, not even when I finally told my mom I was pregnant.
"Um.. Monday, "he paused, "I think".
"W-why didn't my mom wake us up? We should be at school!" I panicked.
"Try calling your mom."
"Okay." I said, dialing her number.
I waited. It rang four times, but then I got her voicemail. "She- she won't answer."
Ricky picked up his phone and called someone. I decided to call my dad and he answered almost immediently.
"Hello?" He answered.
"D- d- dad?" I stuttered.
"Amy? You okay?"
"No, Dad, I'm not! John's gone! When me and Ricky woke up, he- he wasn't here! And mom isn't either. She never woke us up to go to school! She must have been gone all day! Dad, please help I don't know what to do!" I told him, crying.
"Ricky's there with you?" He began to protest,"Amy, don't worry. I'll be there in just a second! I'm calling Ashley right now. Just stay where you are, I'm coming." He said, hanging up.
Ricky looked at me. He looked terrified, as so was I.
"My dad is coming, and he's calling Ashley to see if she knows anything."
"I hope he's okay. Where could he be?" Ricky said.
"I have no idea, Ricky. I'm so scared. I- I don't know what we're gonna do. What if John is hurt or something? What if we never find him? Who would come into our house and take him!"
"We will find him. Maybe he's with your mom, wherever she is. Hopefully no one kidnapped him or anything."
I turned around as the door slammed open, revealing my dad.
"Ames? Have you gotten your mom on the phone?"
"No. She won't answer." I told him.
"Okay. I'm going to call the police." He said, not waiting for me to answer and dialed the number.
I walked into the kitchen, pulling Ricky behind me. "I can't believe I let this happen. We shouldn't have fallen asleep-"
"It's not your fault, Amy. It isn't yours or my fault for falling asleep." He tried comforting me, but it didn't work. I was scared to death worrying about John; i couldn't imagine where he could possibly be.
"We'll find him. I'm sure he's fine." Ricky said, putting his arms around me and hugging me tightly right as my dad walked in. He paused for a moment, but we pulled away, and he began to speak. "The police is on
their way to search, and it's going to be all over the news real soon. We'll find him, Ames, wherever he is." He told me. Ricky, my dad, and I walked into the living room and waited for the police.
"Ricky, sh-should we call the school and tell them we overslept and John is missing?"
"Nah, I never call 'em. If I wanna skip, I do. Never get in trouble for it," My dad glared at him,"But I'm sure they'll heare about John being missing."
"Why did you oversleep?" My dad asked. "You slept over, Ricky?"
"Uh, yeah. Well I hadn't planned on it, but we just fell asleep, which was stupid because now John is missing." My dad still was not convinced. I do not understand why he despised Ricky so much.
"Yeah, well I just hope he's okay wherever he is." He started. "Oh, that must be the police." He said, as we heard the sirens.
The door slammed open again, and the policeman didn't think twice before coming inside. There were four policemen, and they immediently started searching.
I looked over at Ricky because his phone rang. "Hello?" he answered, waiting a long time before speaking again.
"You better not touch him! If you hurt him, I will kill you! The police are here right now, and I will tell them to get you, and you'll go back to jail again, where you belong forever!" Ricky yelled fiercely, as tears welled up
in his eyes. I knew who he was talking to. I knew who had John. I forced myself to not believe it was him, but I knew it had to be.
"Fine! Just don't touch him! Don't you dare hurt him!" he yelled.
"Okay, bye!" He hung up the phone.
"Ricky, please tell me that was not your father." I said, not looking at him. My dad looked over at me and at Ricky in shock.
"Yes, it was, and he has John. He said if we tell the police than he's gonna hurt him. He said for us to meet him, but I don't know what he wants. He's at my house."
"I- I don't like that guy." I began to protest, but realized it was the only way to save John. "Okay. Let's go."
"We cannot go over there! We'll tell the police! He doesn't have to know!" My dad yelled, but quietly.
"But he will. As soon as the police get over there, he's gonna know it and he would kill John. This is the only way." Ricky told him.
"Fine. Let's go."
We got into Ricky's car and he drove as fast as he could without getting arrested for speeding. We got out of the car and ran up to his front door and abruptly went in. Bob was standing there, about 20 or so feet away
from us holding John. I started to cry as soon as I saw John and how terrified he looked. I hoped he hadn't hurt him. I wish I had a gun with me right now, I wanted to kill him. I wanted him dead.
"Give him to me now." Ricky angrily told him.
Bob faked a laugh. "Ricky, Ricky, Ricky. Who are you fooling here? Amy or yourself? You don't care about this child. You are not capable of being a father. And inside, you know that. But you don't care. You're going
to ruin this child and he's going to grow up to be very unhappy. So why don't you just leave? Just leave it alone. Forget all about him and move on with your life, because you don't need a baby. You're very
irresponsible. You always will be irresponsible."
"No! I'm not! And I'm not gonna leave! He's my son! He's mine and Amy's son and you will give him back to us. I'm not you. I would never hurt John like you did to me."
"What are you talking about? I never hurt you. You got what you deserved."
Ricky had tears in his eyes; tears of anger and hurt, but tears of love. I saw in Ricky's eyes how much he loved John, and how much pain he was in thinking about his past.
"GIVE HIM TO ME NOW!" Ricky shouted, walking closer to him, taking out a baseball bat from his closet to hit him with, if not kill him.
"Hey, I don't think you want to do that!" He said, walking closer to me and pulling me with him and John. He wouldn't let me go. He had a firm grip on my arm. "Don't even think about it, Ricky. If you do, your son and
Amy will suffer."
"Let go of her! Don't you hurt her!" My dad shouted in anger, running up to him, but Ricky pushed him away.
"Now, Ricky. You can choose between Amy and the baby." Bob said. I hated him so much, but I couldn't say anything. I was too afraid of what he would do if I had said anything.
"What? No. I'm not gonna choose. Leave Amy and John alone! Leave all of us alone!"
"Nope. I'm not gonna do that. See there, Ricky? You aren't a good father. If you were, you would be doing anything to protect him. We're the same, Ricky. You're just like me."
"I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU!" Ricky yelled. He ran up to him and placed his hand on John. He knocked Bob down on the floor and hit him with the bat. "Ricky, STOP!" Bob yelled, fighting back. He picked up John and
threw Ricky down unto the floor, and tried to take the bat from him, as he put John down on the floor. I could not stand the look in John's eyes. They were screaming out 'help me'. I picked him up from the floor and ran over beside my dad. I was crying. I couldn't look at Ricky and his father, I wanted to help him. But I knew I couldn't. "NO!" Ricky yelled more furiously. "I AM NOT YOU!" he yelled as furiously as he ever had before. He pulled back the bat, and released it down on him, and knocked him out, still hitting him. Ricky sat back down on the floor and cried.
"Ricky." I said, walking over to him. I was still crying, too. We all turned to look toward the door when we heard sirens. The police had found out we were here. My dad went to the door and opened it for them.
"What is going on?" the policeman asked.
"Bob Underwood. He had John, and he tried to take my daughter, too. He was going to kill all of us. I know he would have done it." my dad told them.
They took Bob to the hospital, but he was going to be surrounded by secuity gaurds, watching him around the clock. Then he was going back to prison after he recovered. We rode down to the police station, so we could confirm what had happened. Ricky was holding John tightly, and we stayed outside while my dad went in.
"I am so sorry." He said. He was still crying.
"Me too. I hate that guy. I'm so glad John is okay."
"I hate him too. I would have killed him. I wish I would've. If he had ever hurt John or you, I would kill him."
I sat down on the bench. Ricky sat down next to me, still holding John.
"Oh, no. My mom. Where-- where is she?" I suddenly remembered. I started to walk inside so that I could tell my dad, that way we could find her.
"Amy, wait." Ricky said, pulling me around the waist. I waited, but he didn't say anything.
"What?"
Ricky sighed. "Amy," He stopped. He sounded like he was going to say something else instead," I- Uh, I'm sorry for um what I put you through today. I- I..."He paused again, looked down at the ground, but then looked into my eyes again,"I love you. And I'm sorry it took me so long to admit it. I was afraid you would never want to talk to me again, and you'd just hate me, but I don't care anymore. You have to know. I love you and I've realized today that I'm not the same guy I was when I got you pregnant at band camp. I don't even know that guy anymore. You mean the world to me, and I would do anything for you. And John. I won't ever hurt you again like I have done before. I will never ignore you and take advantage of you again." I started to cry again. I had been waiting for this.
"Ricky, I love you too." I whispered. He pulled me close to him, still holding John, and kissed me. I kissed back. I would never reject Ricky again. This is it. This is what's meant to happen. Through this long journey, I've finally come close to Ricky, and I know that he won't abandon me. Ricky pulled away after a long time and smiled.
"Everything's gonna be okay now." He said, with his hand still around my waist. Although he was looking at John, I knew he was talking to me, too.
