Brenda Hamptom owns secret life, I'm just having fun here

AN: Can't believe I posted this to the wrong story lol... The bad thing about it was, was that i realized after i left the source for my internet so I apologize... I suck Lol

Ricky's PoV

I stared through the glass at my father and I could only see myself. I saw myself sitting there in an orange jumpsuit with a phone in my hand, talking to my wife, awaiting my trial and I realized that I didn't want to be like that. I didn't want to be dictated by a judge or by a few measly guards. I didn't want to risk dying by being shanked in a dirty prison full of molesters, abusers, and killers. Killer, that's what I was wasn't I? I'd taken a man's life. A man who had a family, who was successful, who didn't deserve to die.

There were nights when I would have nightmares about that particular moment. I would remember how the gun went off, how it made my hand tingle. That was my first time killing someone and I regretted every second of it. I wish I could go back, I wish I could take back everything that I'd done.

Joseph had been so proud of me, he'd been expecting me to do it and I didn't want to disappoint him. He was the first real father figure I had because my real dad didn't count for anything but a sperm donor. I wanted to make Joseph happy, but now, all I feel towards him is resentment. He waited for me to talk through the receiver, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. He sat there with a light smirk on his face, as though he were happy to be inside such a place. Shit. I slammed the receiver in its place and stormed from the room.

He's ruining everything. He's messing up our family. Grace doesn't even want to come see him anymore and my mom can't stay away from here. I don't want to talk to him at all. How could he let himself get in this situation like this? He'd promised us that he would never come here; he told us that it would be okay. I needed to pull myself together because I needed to know what to do. He needed to tell me what to do because right now I was desperate.

"Sir, are you finished?" That was a good question. Was I finished? Would I let Joseph go down without a fight?

"No, I'm not finished," I said before going back into the room and staring at him. They were preparing to take him away, but then the officers saw me and sat him back down in the stool. I gawked at him before picking up the receiver again. He slowly retrieved his and grinned at me.

"Are you done being a drama queen Richard?" He asked mockingly. I'd never wanted to hit this man before, but right now, I wasn't in the mood for his antics.

"… I should just let you rot in here, but I know that's impossible. I know that if we don't get you out, someone else will," I said coldly. I had no feelings for him right now, I was hurting, I just wasn't going to cry like Grace and Nora.

"You wouldn't do that anyway, you know why? Because you need me Ricky, you wouldn't know what to do without me," I clenched my fist openly so he could see it. I wanted him to know that I was pissed at him. "Son, you're killing me, why don't you just get me a lawy-"

"Grace hates you, just to let you know. You lied to her; you told her everything would be okay. She never wants to see you again, not here that is," I watched as he flinched. It was the first time I'd ever seen him possess any motion but fearlessness. "My mom, she barely knows what to feel. She comes down here to see you true, but it's only because she's not used to not having you at home," I spoke nonchalantly. I just wanted him to know how much he was hurting the women he loved.

"All of that can be fixed Ricky if you would just get me out of here. I could take care of everything, everyone who decided that it was okay to rat out Joseph Castel," I chuckled a little. What a pretender.

"Why are you acting like such a badass? What are you going to do behind bars and a fence? Huh? You think these prisoners give a damn about who you are? They'll kill you in a heartbeat, they don't care if you have family or not," My bravery was getting out of control. I'd never talked to him like this, I'd never wanted to. Joseph and I had been close, but now, something was changing, it was different. I couldn't quite put my finger on why I was acting like this, maybe it's because I know he can't get to me in prison.

"Do you know who I am Ricky? I can do anything I want, no matter where I am. No one is going to touch me in here," He smirked at me again. I only wanted to make him understand. Obviously there was no way I was getting through that big head of his. "Ricky, I know what you're trying to do, but everything is going to be fine," Like I haven't heard him say that before. "I know you're not ready to take on big responsibilities and I'm not expecting you to be ready," He was silent for a moment and I could see the sincerity in his eyes. Behind the sincerity though, I knew he was lying. I knew something was going to be different. Everything wasn't going to be fine; they had something on him, the FBI, the CIA, whoever you could think of. They wanted to take him down and they were going to.

Amy's PoV

I'd been watching the news a lot lately, which probably wasn't a good idea since I found out that Grace's dad was part of the mafia. I'd never met him, but the way Grace admired him, he seemed so nice and kind. He didn't have the face of a killer, which I'd only seen through a mug shot on television. The story was so big. The whole school was abuzz with this information, from the conversations I've been eavesdropping on; they'd known that he was in the mafia. That's why so many people feared Ricky, well maybe not feared, but were out of his way. Ricky held so much power and so did Grace, even if she didn't realize it.

Grace had been coming to my house a lot lately, staying the night. My mom greeted her with open arms, never asked questions. She knew what was going on with Grace and she wasn't judgmental. I'd let Grace, stay in my room while I took the guest room. Some nights, I would hear her crying and I would go in the room to comfort her.

I wondered why she hadn't gone to Adrian, I mean I didn't really care, but Adrian was her best friend, her brother's girlfriend. Maybe she wanted something different; maybe she wanted to be around someone who didn't know about her family. My mom had tried to give her a little counseling, but Grace wouldn't listen. She wasn't disrespectful; she just couldn't handle much right now.

"Amy my daddy isn't a bad person, so why are they doing this to him?" She obviously didn't know how bad a person he was. I wouldn't tell her that.

"Oh honey I don't know. It'll work itself out soon, it has to," I rubbed her hair as she lay down on my bed and cried.

"Thank you Amy," She said sincerely.

"For what Grace? I haven't done anything,"

"You listened to me and you opened your house to me. I know I'm a burden, but I just can't be home right now. I can't stand coming out of my house and seeing the media in my driveway, its hell Amy," She looked up at me and gave a sad smile.

"Grace, you are not a burden sweetie. You can come and stay anytime you want to," My mother said at my door. I looked up and smiled at her. She was always there when she was needed. "Amy, you have a visitor down stairs," I gave her a questioning look, but she only shrugged her shoulders. Looking down at Grace, I wanted to make sure she was okay. She gave me a depressing smile and tapped my arm.

"Go Amy, I'll be fine. You can't stop your life just because of me," I leaned down and hugged her tightly. I didn't want to leave Grace in such a fragile state, she was losing everything, and from experience, I knew how that felt. Once, I'd lost it all too, I was still losing it all.

"I'll sit with her Amy," My mom said with a reassuring smile. She moved to take my place and I stood up and sighed.

"I'll be back shortly," I said as I walked through the door towards the stairs. I glanced down to the bottom floor before taking my first step down and saw Ricky standing there. My heart picked up a little and pulled myself together before going down. He's here to check on Grace, Amy, not to see you.

I quickly padded down the stairs as he looked up to give me a wary look. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around him and tell him it would be okay, like I had done Grace. Ricky stared at me and I could see thousands of emotions pass through his eyes. Was there anything I could say to make him feel better? I'd been in a situation where I'd lost someone dear to my heart, but was this the same? Their dad didn't die, he went to prison, they could possibly have him back home, but my dad couldn't come back. You never told him you loved him. The thought passed through my head uninhibited. I let a tear fall from my eye and I tried to wipe it away before Ricky noticed, but it was too late.

Ricky grabbed me and pulled me into a hug and I cried on his shoulder, I was supposed to be the one comforting him. I was such a baby now days.

"You want to go somewhere else?" he asked whispering in my ear. I sniffed and nodded my head, I felt him tense up and I looked behind us. There stood Ashley, watching us. I rolled my eyes at her and took Ricky's hand in mine, leading him out the door.

Ben's PoV

I followed them, Ricky and Amy, all the way to their destination. I couldn't believe this, how could he? How could she? She told me that she didn't want a relationship, she told me I was a nice guy. How could Amy be here with my best friend, kissing him, touching him? I hadn't told Ricky how I felt about her, so he wasn't to blame. Plus, he didn't know what he was doing, his dad just went to prison, he was hurting. Amy, she had no excuse. Just like Adrian told me last night, the girl had issues. She carried all that baggage around. Adrian had told me that Amy's sister Ashley had told her about Amy's drinking problem, anger issues, and her borderline sex addiction. That explains why she'd used me that day. She must've been having problems and she wanted to get over them, wanted to be happy again.

My phone rang in my pocket and I picked up, still watching Amy and Ricky.

"Hello?" I asked in the sourest of moods. I could tell who it was by all the heavy breathing on the end of the line.

"Benjamin, where are you? I have a job for you to do and it needs to be done pronto," My dad said with urgency. He'd gotten back into the business a couple years ago and he was dragging me along with him. I do admit though, I loved having that power, seeing the look on people's face before I did it.

"What is it dad?" I asked with a little too much excitement in my voice. I didn't want him to think I liked taking lives. Let's face, I felt a little guilty about it.

"Ricky, you know his mom Nora correct?" My heart skipped a few beats. There was hesitation in his voice. Oh God no.

"Yes dad, of course I know Nora, her son is my best friend," I said with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the already death mood.

"… I need you to scare her Benjamin. She knows about some of the things we've been doing, Jo is telling her everything, she knows it all." He said. This was the first time I'd heard fear in my father's voice.

"Dad… I can- I can't," I said looking everywhere.

"I'm not asking you to kill her Benjamin. Son, I know she's your best friends mother, I'm not asking you to hold a gun to her head, just… scare her," I sighed and rubbed my forehead. Yeah, he pretty much was asking me to her hold a gun to her head. I looked where I'd seen Amy and Ricky earlier, but they were gone. I sighed and put my head on my steering wheel.

"Dad I-"

"If you love me Benjamin, you would do this," I'd been thrown in a corner, backed into a wall. I loved Nora and I was afraid that the Ben that loved to see blood would show up then, there would be Ricky.

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