I don't own Rick Riley
Everyone that had ever met Rick Riley thought he had it all. He was smart and charming, with the world at his feet. But in reality things were very different. The life they all saw was fantasy, a facade put on with the intent of hiding the truth. In all actuality, he was screaming in silence .
Mindy Pinkerton, his girlfriend, the one girl in the entire school that every guy wished to bed. She was shallow, mistreating, and cold hearted. She'd used him to secure her seat in the top of Eden Hall's social latter and then cast him aside for that Latin Lover, that Duck. Not only breaking his heart, but embarrassing him and ruining his image as well.
People thought he was surrounded by the cream of the crop, his friends were the best any could find. And then his closest companion betrayed him. In front of all the fans in the crowd, Scott "Scooter" Vanderbilt had kissed the enemy. From that day on Scooter's loyalty lay more with Julie Gaffney then they ever did with Rick.
They assumed he had the perfect family. His father never missed a game and his mother ran the PTO. Though things could hardly be farther from the truth. On the same day Rick lost his best friend and his girlfriend, his family was taken from him as well.
"Rileys are winners, Richard. You let me down today. You're a failure and no son of mine." Tom Riley's words rang in his eldest son's ears as he sat alone in his dorm room.
It had been a week since the JV/ Varsity showdown, and Rick had plummeted from his pedestal of greatness. It was all gone, his family, his friends, the girl he loved, all gone. All thanks to those Ducks. They'd taken everything. As if humiliating him on his own ice wasn't enough, they had to strip him of the very things that defined him. He hated them.
Rick sat there on the bathroom floor teasing the skin of his thigh with a razor. Hated them, loathed them, despised them. All of them. They broke him, destroyed him. He hated them. He hated himself. He was nothing. He didn't even deserve to live.
No one would notice him missing if he accidentally cut a vein and bled to death right there, no one wanted him. He was alone. Those damn Ducks, it was all their fault. He pressed the cool metal harder against his skin, a crimson trail following the metallic blade. The drops of blood were hitting the tile beneath him, taking his pain with it.
"Hey Rick, you in there?" A knock came on the door and he jumped in fright.
"Uh, yeah, Cole. I'll be out in a second." He tried to sound nonchalant, but inside he was angry.
How dare Cole disturb him when he was so close to letting go of all the agony that had been brewing inside him? He had been right there on the edge of happiness. He tucked the razor discreetly into the pocket of his jeans and pulled them up. Never again would he be alone. He'd always have his sharp, shiny friend to help him through the toughest of times.