"Amy?" Ricky asks me the next morning. Ricky has the day off and it's Saturday so I don't have school.
"Yeah?" I ask looking up from my homework.
"Tell me what happened." He says.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"That night with my father." He says.
I drop my pencil. "What?"
"Amy, I want to know." He tells me.
"Ricky, I..." I start.
"Please?" He asks.
"Why?" I ask whining.
"Amy I love you and I want to know exactly what my father did to you." Ricky states.
"Do I have to?" I ask.
"Yep." He says nodding.
I sigh. "Alright." I get up and walk over to the couch and pat the cushion next to me.
He comes and sits down. "You really wanna know?"
"Yeah." He says nodding.
I think for a moment. "I just...don't know where to start."
He chuckles softly, "try the beginning. What happened after you stormed out?"
I take a shaky breath and begin."After I left the building my plan was just to walk around the block, but I ended up not really paying attention to where I was going." I breath again forcing myself to remember.
"I was thinking of things that have been keeping me awake, things that have been bugging me." I continue.
"Like what?" Ricky asks in the softest voice I have ever heard him speak in.
"Just some things that aren't really important to this story." I shrug. "So when I finally lost my train of thought I realized that instead of just walking around the block, I walked all the way to the other side of town."
"Which side of town?" He asks.
"Where the old gas station is." I tell him.
He nods, and gestures for me to continue.
"So I figured that I had been gone an hour, after an argument it usually takes less than an hour for you to actually calm down. So I decided to call before I came home." I say making gestures with my hands.
"For a while I had thought I heard someone following me but I thought I was being paranoid because I'm alone at night. But right when I was about to get out my phone, I heard a noise, like a glass bottle breaking."
"He was drinking." Ricky states.
"Will you please let me talk?" I ask him sighing in frustration.
"Sorry." He sighs.
"So I asked if anyone was there and I heard a voice say "just me", and he stepped out from the shadows." I say with another shaky breath.
Ricky gives a soft chuckle. "So he stepped out like the murderer in a horror movie?"
I laugh a little, even in serious times he can still lighten the mood. "So I asked him what he was doing here, and he said he was looking for you. When I tried to run he must've seen it coming, because I was about to run and he grabbed me and pinned me up against a building."
Ricky squeezes my hand. "Son of a..."
"Ricky." I interrupt. "Let me finish."
He nods and once again gestures for me to continue.
"We both looked and saw a very convenient alleyway." This is the part I've been dreading to tell him.
Ricky probably knows this so he brings my hand up and kisses it, "keep going."
"He covered my mouth and brought me to the alleyway. He threw me to the ground and got on top of me, pinning my hands above my head. I knew that we talked about what to do if Bob ever came back, to kick, thrash, and scream, but that's a little hard to do when he's on top of me." I say tears forming in my eyes.
"I'm sorry." Ricky mumbles. "I thought I had everything figured out, it never crossed my mind that he would rape you."
"It's not your fault." I assure him.
He looks at me, "it isn't your fault either Amy."
"After he pinned me, he took my clothes off and he did it. Eventually he stopped, I began to cry and he told me to stop because you would think I was weak and disgusting." By now I was crying.
"I'm so sorry." He says kissing my temple.
"He told me not to tell anyone or John would get hurt, he left and I put my clothes back on. I didn't want to come back to the apartment looking the way I did so I decided to sleep at me dads house." I finish.
"Is that all?" Ricky asks.
"Pretty much." I nod wiping my tears away.
"Thanks for telling me." Ricky says.
"Yeah." I nod.
"He's not gonna touch you or John." He assures me.
"I believe you." I tell him.
"You're gonna have to eventually talk to Grace and Adrain since they both know, you might need their support." He says.
"I know I'll talk to them tomorrow, we'll go to lunch or something." I say.
I have to talk to Grace and Adrain. Adrain of all people, oh well, I have to do it anyway. Better tomorrow then Monday at school.
End of part 11