2.) Things I'll Never Say
Adrian saw Ricky enter the school and despite how things had turned out last night she was still thrilled to see him. Ricky on the other hand sighed not ready to face her. He instead looked up and walked back out of the school.
"Hey sport," said Bob Underwood. "Not ditching school now are we?"
Ricky stepped back. "What the fuck are you doing here hu?"
"What, its career day, all parents welcome."
"And what's yours hu, working in the prison system?"
Bob laughed, "You know kid, I'm gonna let that one slide only because it's been a while since we've seen each other." Bob smiled. "Speaking of kids, how's that grand baby of mine doing? Wanna make sure it's healthy enough before we let that nice couple adopt him."
Ricky huffed and went after Bob but Bob was too quick, he grasped Ricky's hand just as Ricky was about to throw his blow.
Bob shook his head, "When are you gonna learn boy, you can't hurt me."
Though a little weak on his left side from last night's activities Ricky made a path towards Bob's right side catching him right in the gut leaving Bob a little breathless and allowing him to lose his grip. Ricky took that opportunity to punch Bob in the face.
"I've learned a lot more than you think."
"Whoa, hey," said Mr. Molina who had just witnessed the encounter. "Ricky, my office now." Ricky just continued to stare at Bob. "Ricky, now! Mr. Underwood, you'd better leave before I call security."
"Guess we'll have to do career day some other time. See you around Rick."
Ricky took a deep breath and looked around. Apparently Mr. Molina wasn't the only one to have witnessed the altercation.
"Do you want to tell me what that was about before I call your parents," Mr. Molina asked in the closed office with blinds down.
Ricky just had his arms crossed.
"I'm willing to sit here all day."
"Aren't you busy?"
"Nothing too important that can't be pushed back and I'm sure the faculty will understand why I miss a couple of meetings today but I'm pretty sure you don't want to be stuck in a room with a boring old counselor all day either."
Ricky looked at Mr. Molina, "You know what's in my file. Put the pieces together."
"He's your father isn't he?"
Ricky nodded. "My foster parents got a restraining order where he can't be within 500 feet but Bob isn't the type to follow those types of things."
"That must be pretty difficult for you."
"Ya think."
"How does Bob make you feel, Ricky?"
Ricky laughed, "How does he make me feel, what do you think? It's not all rainbows and butterflies."
"I understand that, I'm just trying to get a better understanding of your state of mind. Stuff like this, it's not easy to overcome and it can affect our daily lives."
"And what would you know about it? Just because you're a counselor doesn't mean you know shit about my life."
"You'd be surprised. You're not alone Ricky."
"Yeah that's what they always say but no matter how many times they say it in the end it's just you in front of the guy's fist."
"Ricky, how long have you been in therapy?"
"Since I was put in foster care."
"Has it helped?"
Ricky laughed, "Not really."
"What does?"
"You really want the answer to that?"
"Yeah I do."
"All right, sex helps."
"That's all just sex?" Ricky just shrugged. "And what about Amy or your unborn child?"
"You know what," said Ricky, "If all you called me in here for was to talk then I think we're done. You're not my therapist so I shouldn't really be talking to you about anything or how I'm feeling or about Bob or whatever."
"If that's how you want it then I can respect that."
Ricky just got up and went to the door.
"Ricky, be careful."
"Whatever."
Ricky made his way towards the other building away from Mr. Molina's office and into the men's room.
He found a freshman in there with pants unzipped.
"Get out," Ricky said.
"I haven't even washed my hands yet," said the freshman.
"There's hand sanitizer across the school, use one of those, now out."
The freshman didn't want to cross Ricky. He had been one of the witnesses to his attack earlier. He ran out of the room zipping up as he went. Ricky checked the stalls to make sure no one was in there and then checked the door to make sure that no one would come in. With his right fist he slammed it into a wall near the sink.
Lunch was only in a few minutes and that's exactly how much time it would take for him to get in his car. Just as he did the lunch bell rang and Adrian and Jack were close behind him. Ricky got in his car and revved up the engine, locking the doors too but he wasn't as quick with pulling out as he would've liked. Adrian was knocking on the window leaving Ricky the only option of opening it.
"Get away Adrian," he said not looking at her.
"Ricky please, don't do this, come hang out with us, we can talk."
"I'm sick of talking! Just go away."
"Come on man," said Jack. "Can't you see we're just trying to help?"
"I didn't ask for anyone's help now back off!"
Rick made sure there wasn't anyone behind him and he started to pull out of the parking lot closing the window as he did so. He could see Adrian's tears in the rear view mirror but they didn't matter to him. The only thing that mattered was getting another fix and he couldn't do it surrounded by people who supposedly cared so he drove, hopeful to find a secluded place where no one would question him.