RICKY'S POV
I pulled away from Amy, and pressed my lips down to hers. She pretended to smile as I walked out the door.
I got into my car and went searching for my father. I found him down the street, waiting. How did he know I would go looking for him. I got out of the car.
"Why are you here,"I asked him.
"I wanted to visit my son."
"You don't care at all about me, now, why are you here?"
"I wanted to visit you."
I grabbed him by the shirt.
"Stop pretending you care about me," I said angrily, with my voice slightly raised, before throwing him to the ground.
"Ricky, I'm not pretending," he said, tears rolling down his face.
"Stay right there," I whispered, as he tried to get up, "I'm not falling for this act."
"Ricky, what act?!"
"What act? What act… Nice try. THIS act. This whole 'oh boo hoo, I love the son that I used to abuse."
"I did not abuse you, I taught you lessons. Lessons in being a man," he said and got up, walking towards me.
"No. Get away from me," I said, widening my eyes.
"Prison has changed me. I don't do that anymore."
"Prison hasn't changed you at all. You're the same messed up pervert you were when I was little."
"I can't believe you're saying this right now."
"Whatever. I don't care about what you do. As long as you stay away from my daughter."
"Oh yeah, the kid. What happened, did you knock that girl up? Sucks, you have to be with her forever now…well, at least until the kid grows up, or you end up in jail."
"I love that girl! And I will never end up in jail, because I'm not like you. I don't know if you learned from that, but I did. And I'm trying to be the best father I can for that baby."
"I was a great father to you, it's just—"
"You were a horrible father, stop kidding yourself, and leave me, my girlfriend, and my baby alone!"
"Whatever," he said, but he didn't move from where he was standing near the hood of his car.
"Are you going to leave, or what?"
"I'm not going anywhere," he leaned against his car.
I ran over to him and punched his jaw. He grabbed me by the shirt and threw me down onto the pavement. He hovered over me, and I felt repeated blows to the face. Soon enough, I threw him off of me. And I pushed him into the hood of his car. This time, I hovered over him, and punched his face repeatedly. He kept screaming for help, but I covered his mouth. He bit my hand. I looked down and it was bleeding.
"I'm leaving, and you better stay away, or else there's more where that came from."
I limped back to my car, pressing my hand to my pants, to stop the bleeding. I drove back to my house and limped in the door. Amy looked up.
"Ricky, what happened," she asked, worried.
"Nothing, don't worry about it."
"No. I have to worry. You're bruised, and your hand is bleeding."
"Listen, just don't worry about me, Amy, I can handle this."
"Was it your dad," she asked, ignoring everything I just said.
I nodded, breaking down. She wrapped her arms around me.
"Baby, I don't want anything to do wih him."
"I know, I know," she whispered.
"I'm sorry I was such a jerk earlier," I pulled back and looked into her eyes.
"It's okay, I understand how worried you are, you had every right to be angry…"
"I love you baby,"
"I love you, too," she said and leaned in to kiss me, but stopped.
"Your lip is bleeding."
"Damn," I said, before going upstairs to clean up. I showered, getting all the blood off of my hands and face, and changed my clothes. I walked downstairs. I saw Amy in the kitchen, feeding Denise. I walked over and sat in a chair. After she was done, I took Denise from her arms.
"Everything's going to be alright, baby, I promise," I whispered to her, "Daddy's gonna make everything okay, for you," I kissed her forehead.
I saw her smile a little, her eyes fluttering. She needed a nap, so I brought her upstairs and put her in her crib. I sat in the chair, and Amy came upstairs after about a half hour.
"What are you still doing up here?"
I glanced at the window.
"Ricky, nothing will happen."
I ignored her comment, and looked back over at the window when I heard something hit the screen. Sure enough, there was my dad, trying to climb in the window……
