A/N: Tonight's the night where we find out if Ricky and Amy finally get together… which I obv. Think they should.
Last update beore the show. Maybe after if I get bored enough. If not then, then tomorrow morning.
AMY'S POV
"Go away Ricky."
I watched Ricky walk away. I didn't want to know what was going to happen to me. I walked in the house.
"Amy, what were you thinking?!"
"I was thinking I like making out with my boyfriend."
"I thought you didn't want anything to do with that boy."
His face was bright red and you could see the anger in his eyes.
"I didn't. But he told me that he wanted to help me because he was the father of the baby. Then I learned about Ben and he helped me through all of it." I started to walk upstairs. He grabbed my wrist and squeezed it. My eyeswere filled with tears.
"Ouch." I said and fell to my knees. I looked down at my wrist. It was black and blue.
"I'm sorry Amy. I didn't mean to hurt you." I looked up at him and he looked truly sorry, but all I could do was sit there and cry. I finally got up and went up to the bathroom. I took out some bandages and wrapped my wrist so I couldn't move it. I took some Tylenol and went into my room. I laid down. My phone was vibrating. I picked it up with my good hand and looked down. I had six new messages.
Ben 11:02 We were still out on the porch when I got that.
Ben 11:30
Ben 11:45
Ricky 11:46
Ricky 11:50
Ricky 11:51
I looked at the time. 11:55.
Ben 11:02:
Amy. I'm sorry I hit you earlier today. I don't know what came over me.
Ben 11:30:
I've done some thinking and I'm really not sorry. You deserved it.
Ben 11:45:
You will have sex with me Amy Jeurgens. You will.
Ricky 11:46:
Amy, tell me what happened.
See you at 6:45.
Ricky 11:50:
I'm starting to get impatient. Text back. Or call.
Ricky 11:51:
Amy, I need to know. I want to help you.
I hit the call button. It rang twice and then there was an answer.
"Hello?"
He sounded tired.
"Sorry, is this a bad time?" I got a sharp pain in my wrist. I started to cry.
"No… what's wrong? What happened Amy?"
"Nothing. I'm –" I winced. I drew a sharp breath. "I'm fine."
"Amy, tell me what happened."
"Nothing Ricky. I'm perfectly fine."
"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Mhmm. Bye."
"See you tomorrow."
"Yup. Bye."
I hung up, but my phone next to my bed and went to sleep.
RICK'S POV
"Nothing Ricky, I'm perfectly fine."
I didn't want to force her to tell me. She would tell me when she was ready.
"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Mhmm. Bye."
"See you tomorrow."
"Yup. Bye."
I hung up. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I knew something was wrong with Amy. I couldn't help but wonder what. I thought and thought. I saw a light through my window. I looked at the clock. It was 5:45. I had an hour to get dressed and get ready for school. Then I had to pick up Amy. I picked out a pair of jeans, some sneakers, and a t-shirt that I had cut the sleeves off of. I took a shower, got dressed, put on a sweatshirt, picked up my back, and looked at the clock. 6:20. I had just enough time to get to Amy's house.
AMY'S POV
I woke up to a sharp pain in my wrist and realized that that wasn't a dream. That actually happened. My dad had hurt me. I couldn't feel safe around him ever again. I looked at the clock. 5:59. I had to get ready before Ricky got here. I picked out a pair of jeans, some silver flats, and a white, loose-fitting t-shirt to cover my protruding belly. I took a shower and got dressed. I brushed my hair and looked at the clock again. 6:35. I put on a sweatshirt, and made sure it covered my wrist. I ran downstairs and grabbed some toast. I ate it and drank a glass of orange juice. I heard the doorbell ring. I ran to the door and opened it. It was Ricky. I gave him a quick kiss and we got in his car. He held my hand and our fingers were laced. My right hand hurt really bad. A sharp pain shot up my arm and I winced.
RICKY'S POV
I held Amy's hand on the way to school. About fifteen minutes into the drive she winced in pain. I pulled over.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Amy! What happened last night?!"
She pulled up the right sleeve of her sweatshirt. There was a bandage on her wrist.
"Oh my god. Amy what happeneed?"
It turns out that she went to walk away from her dad and he grabbed her wrist and squeezed it.
"Amy, can I see it?"
She unwrapped the bandages, and her wrist was black and blue and purple.
"Oh my god!" I gave her a hug and wrapped it back up for her. She started to cry.
"Ricky, it hurts so bad."
"It'll be ok Amy. Everything will turn out fine."
"I don't feel safe in my house anymore."
"It's going to be Ok."
She hugged me and I tilted her head up and kissed her gently on the lips. She smiled, but she was still crying. I kept driving. When we reached school, I held her hand and walked down the halls. I walked her to her first class, making sure Ben didn't hurt her again. I kissed her again.
"See you at band practice Amy."
She smiled.
"See you there."
I walked to my class.
A/N: After band practice!!
RICKY'S POV
"Need a ride home?"
"Yeah…"
"Ok hop in."
She opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. I put my fingers in between hers and held tight. We rode in silence until we got to her house. I walked her up to her door. I kissed her.
"Bye."
"Bye Ricky." She smiled and kissed me again.
I walked away and drove home. I couldn't stop thinking about how worried she was about her dad. I looked at the clock. 9:30.
I drove over to Amy's house. I knocked on the door. Her sister answered.
"What do you want?"
"I need to see Amy."
"She's upstairs."
I ran up the stairs and walked into her room. She was sitting on her bed crying. I walked over and pulled her into a hug. She started crying into my shoulder. "Amy what happened?"
"I'm scared."
"I know. That's why I came over here."
I leaned to kiss her and our lips touched. I was touching her right arm with one hand and her waist with another. She had both her arms around my waist. We were making out when she pulled away.
"I love you Ricky."
Her mom walked in right as we started to make out again.
"Oh god."
"Mrs. Jeurgens," I said, "We weren't going to do anything. She was scared and I needed to comfort her."
"Why in the world would she be scared?"
I looked back at Amy. "You didn't tell your own mother?"
She shook her head.
"Tell me what? Would somebody please explain what's going on here?"
I walked over and pulled Amy up. I pulled up the sleeve on her right arm. It was still wrapped. I unwrapped it, revealing her mangled wrist.
"Amy who did that?!"
She mumbled.
"WHO DID THAT TO YOU?!"
"Dad."
She said really quietly. Her mother's face went white.
A/N: OH NO!! WHAT WILL HAPPEN!!
Tonight or Tomorrow Morning.
Be here.
-Meg