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Chapter 3: Attack

Your promises, they look like lies
Your honesty, like a back that hides a knife (knife)
I promise you (promise you)
I promise you (promise you)
And I am finally free

~'Attack' by 30 Seconds to Mars

Ben lies in the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "This is bad…very bad…bad, bad, bad…" he mutters over and over again.

"Oh, get over it," Adrian states calmly as she gets out of her bed and starts to put on her clothes.

Ben's jaw drops as he turns his head to glare at the half-dressed teen. "Get over it?" he half-shouts. "I just cheated on Amy! You just cheated on Ricky. This is bad, bad, bad!"

Adrian shrugs as she tosses Ben's clothes onto the bed. "It happens."

Ben shakes his head fiercely. "No, it doesn't just happen. I'm a bad person, a very bad person. Oh my gosh…Amy is gonna kill me. She'll never talk to me again."

"Just don't tell her," Adrian interjects.

"You mean lie?" Ben asks, horrified.

"Uh, yeah."

Amy and John had spent two hours with Ricky and now they were on their way home. Amy is smiling as she drives, having enjoyed watching father and son play together.

Her smile starts to falter though, when the thought of Adrian pops into her head. She finds it really hard to believe that the majorette has been super busy in the last couple of months. So the fact that she hasn't visited Ricky – not even once – is ridiculous. Shaking her head of any thoughts of Adrian, Amy catches a glimpse of a familiar car speeding past her in the opposite direction.

Was that – no, it couldn't be Ben, since he left hours ago. Amy shrugs her shoulders as she pulls into her drive way and gets out of the car.

"Dad, we're home!" Amy calls out as she walks through the back door with John in her arms. George and Moose walk into the kitchen just as she places John onto the floor. He waddles over to Moose and playfully grabs onto the dog's ears. George watches the scene fondly for a second before turning back to Amy.

"So, how was the visit?" he asks.

"It was great," she responds with a smile. She then frowns slightly as she glances at the door. "Hey, could you watch John for a sec?"

"Uh, sure," George agrees, slightly confused.

Amy smiles at him, before walking out the back door and heading over to Adrian's house. Once she reaches the door, she hesitates – rethinking whatever crazy idea she had. Then the split second image of Ricky's sad face enters her head and she gets the courage to knock. Seconds later, the door swings open to reveal an uninterested Adrian.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure?" she asks sarcastically.

"Hello, Adrian," Amy greets. "Can I come in?"

Adrian frowns slightly as she moves to the side. "What do you want?'

Amy crosses her arms as she walks further into the kitchen. "Why haven't you been visiting Ricky?"

Adrian scoffs. "I don't see how that's any of your business."

Amy looks out the kitchen window into her living room, where she can see her dad and son playing. "John's my business and Ricky's his father, so-"

"So," Adrian interrupts from behind her, "if I have a kid with Ben does that mean you're my business?"

Amy spins on her hills and faces Adrian with wide eyes and a slack jaw. "But you don't have a kid with Ben."

Adrian shrugs. "Just an example."

Amy shakes her head, her fist clenching in frustration. "This is ridiculous and completely off topic."

Adrian places her hands on her hips and looks at Amy with a bored expression. "What's your point?"

"My point," Amy takes a step closer to Adrian, "is that you're his girlfriend. Any decent person would have visited him at least once. But you…" Amy shakes her head as she takes another step closer, "…well, I thought you loved him."

Amy barely recognizes the anger in Adrian's eyes before the palm of the majorette's hand makes contact with her face. A gasp escapes Amy's lips as she reaches up to cover her stinging cheek.

"You should worry about your own boyfriend," Adrian seethes. "Now," she states as she walks to the door and opens it, "I want you out of my house."

"Momma." Amy groans and rolls onto her side. "Momma up." Amy shakes her head and pulls her blanket over her head.

"Five more minutes," she grumbles.

John giggles as he reaches out his little hand and lightly pops his mom on the head causing Amy to jolt into a sitting position. John continues to giggle. "Momma up now."

Amy half-smiles and half-growls down at her baby boy, sending him into another fit of giggles. Amy also laughs as she goes to rub her face. She stops almost instantly when a slight pain on her cheek reminds her of yesterday's events. Amy shakes her head and looks at John again. Reaching out, she pulls him into her arms. "What do you want to do today?" She asks, holding him close.

"Dada!" he shouts excitedly.

Amy smiles. "And what treat should we take him today?"

John's little eyebrows furrow in thought. Seconds later, a huge smile covers his face. "Browies!"

Four hours later, Amy and John find themselves once again at the prison's visiting room with a box of brownies sitting on the table. When Ricky walks into the room, Amy can't help the smile that spreads across her face.

"Hey buddy," Ricky greets as she scoops John into his arms.

"Dada!" John responds happily wrapping his arms around his dad's neck.

Ricky takes a seat across from Amy and spots the container of baked goods. "What what's this?"

"Browies!" John loudly answers.

Ricky laughs as he looks at Amy closely for the first time since walking into the room. "What happened?' he inquires as his smile leaves his face.

Amy's head tilts to the side. "Nothing," she says slowly.

Ricky reaches out and lightly grazes his fingers over the slight, barely noticeable bruise on Amy's face. Amy's eyes widen slightly as she covers her cheek.

"Oh that…it's nothing."

Ricky's eyes narrow as he pulls back his hand. "Ben hasn't…?"

"No, no, definitely not," Amy interjects.

"Then what happened?" Ricky repeats.

Amy forces a smile and tucks her hair behind her ear. "Nothing. I just bumped into something."

Ricky studies Amy. "You're lying." Amy shakes her head. "Who hit you?" he asks firmly.

Amy lowers her head. "Adrian," she replies almost silently. However, in the already quiet room, Ricky could still hear the softly spoken word.

"What?" he erupts. "Why?"

Amy shrugs. "Guess I made her mad," she answers sullenly.

Ricky frowns. "How?"

Amy looks everywhere except at Ricky. "I kinda, possibly, may have attempted to confront her about why she wasn't visiting you."

"Why would you do that?" Ricky shouts.

"Because you deserve to know!" Amy yells back.

In the middle of all the commotion, John places his hands on his ear. "Ow." His small voice breaks through to them, and instantly all their attention shifts to their son.

"I'm so sorry, John," Amy coos. "We're not mad at you."

Suddenly, the door opens. "You have another visitor," the guard announces. Amy and Ricky, with John still in his arms, stand as a man in a suit walks into the room.

"Mr. Stevens, what are you doing here?" Ricky asks as he sits John onto the table.

"I come bearing good news," the lawyer says. "Hello again Amy and little John," he says, patting the boy's head.

"So, what's up? Are they gonna get me out of this place?" Ricky asks sarcastically.

"Actually, yes."

Ricky and Amy's mouths both drop open as they look at each other, then back at the lawyer.

"Wait, what?"

Mr. Stevens smiles at the two teens. "As you know, we've been working on an appeal. And finally, we now have all the evidence we need to prove your father's violent and abusive past, as well as prove that you were acting in self-defense against any plausible future threats."

"Seriously?" Ricky asks, still in shock.

"Yes. You're appeal trial date is in 3 days and if everything goes as planned, you should be a free man by the end of the week.'

"Oh my gosh, thank you…thank you very much," Ricky exclaims, shaking the man's hand gratefully.

"You're very welcome. I'll be back tomorrow to prep you for trial. Goodbye," he ends with a smile as he slips out of the room.

As soon as the door closes, Amy wraps her arms around Ricky and hugs him. "This is so great!" she declares excitedly as Ricky happily returns the hug.

"I know, I can't even believe it." Ricky pulls back slightly from the hug and the two stare at each other with huge beaming smiles.

"Well, believe it," Amy says.

Ricky glances over at John. "Thank you," he says softly as he looks at Amy again. "Thanks for visiting me almost every day and bringing John to see me."

Amy shakes her head. "It was nothing."

"No, it was everything," Ricky counters. "Everything that got me through the day – Everything that gave me hope of getting out of this place."

Amy smiles, "You deserved to see your son and John deserved to see his father," she states looking at John sitting on the table.

"Still, thank you," Ricky reiterates as he leans forward intent on giving Amy a peck on the cheek, just as she turns her head to look at him.

AN: Dun dun dun. Hope you liked the chapter. Please Review and thanks for reading.

-Nichelle