RICKY'S POV

I stood there, speechless, motionless. He started walking over towards me.

"Don't come near me," I said through my teeth.

"Son," he started.

"I'm not your son. Leave."

"I'm not leaving."

"Does Lucy know?"

"Who's Lucy?"

"LUCY," I called.

She ran up the basement stairs, and when he saw my dad she stopped in his tracks.

"Who is that, and how did he get in here," she asked, concerned.

"That's my father, and I don't know how he got in if you didn't let him in."

I turned to him.

"The front door was open."

"Lucy, call the cops."

He looked at me, hurt in his eyes.

"Ricky, don't," he warned.

"Or what," I yelled back.

Amy came running down the stairs. I woke Denise up when I yelled. I cursed under my breath.

"You made me wake up my kid. Get out of my house."

He didn't move.

"Leave," I screamed, and Denise started screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Since when do you have a kid," he asked me.

I ignored him and went upstairs to comfort Denise. Amy followed. I took her out of her crib and held her close to my chest.

"It's ok, babe, everything will be fine. I'm sorry. Shh…"

"Who was that," Amy asked me.

"That's my father."

"Oh my god," she said and went to touch my arm, but I pulled back, "Ricky, everything will be fine,"

"No, he's out of prison, and until he's back, he won't leave me alone. I know him. And I don't want him anywhere near Denise."

She finally quieted down and I kept her close to me. After I heard the front door close, I walked downstairs, with Denise still in my arms.

"He's gone," Amy said.

"Yeah, for now," I replied, and turned to Lucy, "I'm not going to school today if he's out on the streets."

"Alright," she replied and went to touch my arm, and I shrugged her off as well.

I walked upstairs and into the nursery, with Denise cradled in my arms. I sat in the rocking chair, and just rocked her back and forth. Amy walked in.

"I have to feed Denise," she said.

I got up and kissed Denise's forehead, then handed her to Amy. Amy fed her, and brought her downstairs. I followed close behind. Lucy was sitting on the phone. I stood in the doorway, listening to her.

"That's right, James Underwood….yes….uh huh….i understand….thank you, bye."

"Who was that," I asked.

"The police."

"What'd they say?"

"They can't send him back because we don't have proof that none of us let him in."

"Oh, ok."

I walked upstairs and sat on my bed. I felt tears forming at the corners of my eyes. I got up and quickly locked the door. I stayed up there for almost two hours, crying, throwing things, and punching things. Once I was done, I opened the door and walked downstairs. Amy looked at me. I saw all the worrying and sadness in her eyes as soon as I saw her. Lucy took Denise from Amy's arms. Amy walked over to me and took my hand. She looked up at me.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said and pulled my hand away, "don't worry about me."

I turned around and started to walk toward the door.

"Where are you going," Amy asked, obviously trying not to cry.

"I need to get away for a while. I'll be back later tonight, I promise."

I turned around.

"Come here," I said quietly, and held my arms out so she could give me a hug.

She wrapped her arms tight around my waist, and I kissed her hair.

"I'll be fine, babe. You don't have to worry about me."

But little did she know, she would have to be very worried………………………