THIS CHAPTER IS LONGER BUT MAY SEEM OUT OF PLACE... IT SHOWS THE BOND BETWEEN RICKI AND JACK ... MAY HAVE TO REREAD CUZ IT JUMPS BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN 2 DIFFERENT FLASHBACKS. HOPE YOU ENJOY CHAPTER 3. ALSO I WANNA GIVE A SHOUT OUT TO KICKINFAN321 THANKS FOR YOUR REVIEWS.

CHAPTER 3: THE BOND OF BROTHERS

RICKI'S POV (present time.)

I wanted to forget all about the memory (which I tried really hard to do.) but I couldn't seem to pry them from my thoughts. I still can't believe my own father called me heartless if only he saw me NOW. My mind kept going back to the heart to heart conversation I had with Jack just a few days ago.

FLASHBACK

"Ricki tell me what the hell happened between you and your dad?" Jack demanded in a loud harsh yet confused tone.

"Well it started like this, we got up around 7:00 am because my dad wanted to start setting up my mom's funeral so he wanted to leave early..." I started.

EARLIER THAT DAY

"Ricki wake up we gotta go soon." my dad said knocking on the door to my bedroom.

"Why do I have to get up to can't I just meet you there at 11:00 am when it's suppose to start?" I groaned. *I was not looking forward to today. I was so close to my mom, besides Jack and the gang she was my only friend. she was pretty to she had long chest length golden locks and the purest blue eyes she was a angel. my mother was funny to whenever the guys came over she'd act all skater and say stuff like "SUP DUDES YOU GONNA GO SHRED SOME RAILS WITH YOUR BOARDS?" then pretend she was riding one. she changed after she was told that she had cancer last year and went on kemo for it. she kept on her face... during the day but she couldn't at night. when my dad was out (DRINKING.) I stayed home and took care of her. some nights when she thought me and Jack (JACK HELPED OUT WITH MY MOM SOMETIMES TO AFTER KARATE.) were sleeping I could hear her cry herself to sleep and it killed me deep inside knowing there was nothing I could do.*

SECOND FLASHBACK

One specific night in the middle of twilight I heard my mom crying just then my father came home and stumbled into their boudoir (DRUNK) and started to scream at her. "Shut up and stop crying or sleep on the couch."

That only did 2 things

1. Made my sweet mother cry harder.

2. Made me furious.

I pushed Jack off the bed and he fell to the floor I'm sure with a hard and hurtful thud.

"OW WHAT THE..."Jack started to yell.

"Shhhh listen." I whispered. holding my index finger to my lips.

Jack looked at me strangely but listened.

"I-I'm sorry just don't feel good I'm sad depressed and lonely." my mom sobbed lightly.

"Well that's not my problem now is it?" Mg dad spat back at her.

"No but you fan fix it " stopped crying and smiled a little trying to be seductive.

"Don't want to." my dad simply stated. Then added "Now either stop your water works or go sleep downstairs on the couch."

"NO MORE GOING TO THE BAR IT JUST MAKES YOU A MEAN NASTY DRUNK." my mom hollered.

"GO TO THE COUCH YOU SICK PATHETIC BITCH CANCER WAS THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO YOU!" He screamed.

"What...why...how could you say that to someone you love.l?" she cried.

"I don't love you I never loved you I only married you so I wouldn't have to pay child support on that punk. I could never love someone with a disease." He spat

And with that my mother ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the living room. I took a quick glance at Jack and he looked just as shocked as I was. I exited my room Jack right on my heels. I turned to go kill my dad but Jack stopped me.

"What are you doing Ricki?" He asked.

"GOING TO KICK MY FATHER'S ASS!" I almost shouted then turned back around but Jack caught my shoulder.

"He's not worth it your mom need you come on." He said dragging me down the hall towards the staircase.

together we softly descended the steps and entered the living room and saw my mom crying on the couch.

"Hey mom." I gently spoke.

She wiped her diamond tears that were tricking down her cheeks away pulled her head up and smiled even though I knew it was fake. "Hey baby...hey Jack."

"Mom we heard everything... you don't need to pretend." I comforted her.

She didn't say anything just grabbed me and I genuinely and strongly/softly embraced her fragile body. Jack and I sat there for 2O while she quietly cried and clutched my skin. finally I spoke

"Come on mom you can sleep in my bed tonight."

she choked back her tears and shook her head. "No baby I can't where will you and Jack sleep?"

"I'll take the floor and Jack can have the couch don't worry mom." I said holding back my tears. (IT WAS AMAZING HOW MY MOM WAS STILL WORRIED ABOUT JACK AND I WHEN IT WAS HER HEART AND SOUL THAT WAS BROKEN.)