The Secret Life of the American Teenager belongs to Brenda Hampton

2 Months Later

Ricky's PoV

Amy walked timidly into the party, her hand tight in my own. This was the first party she's been to in several weeks. Actually, she was breaking doctor's orders being here. She was supposed to be finding herself and shit like that, but everyone needs a break every once in a while. Amy's been doing so well controlling her anger and has even slowed down with her alcohol intake. I'd like to think that I was helping with that since I was such an attractive distraction. Come to think of it, she was an attractive distraction too, especially from Joseph. He's still on my case about her, but I knew that if he wanted her gone, she would've been assassinated by now.

Grace was more than happy that we'd gotten together, everyone else, not so much. Amy's mom gave me evil eyes; Ashley seemed to be rooting for Amy's demise, even if it meant openly throwing herself at me. The rest of society just thought we were bad for each other and the people who thought we made a great couple theorized that we would go out Bonnie and Clyde style. I didn't pay much attention to all the negativity about our new relationship; mostly, people thought Amy was the lamb and I was the wolf in shepherds clothing.

Amy clamped her other hand down to mine, causing my hands to be sandwiched between both of ours. I looked down at her and she was biting her lip looking towards the kitchen where a few jocks and a few loose girls were throwing back shots. She wanted to be in there, not necessarily to chat, but to drown in all the alcohol her peers were consuming. I pulled her closer to me for support, pulling my hand from hers and wrapping my arm around her neck. The music got louder and the party goers screamed and hollered at the newest hip-hop track. I caught eyes with Billy an acquired friend through the family. He pointed towards a backroom and I nodded, this was what I came for, to take care of business and to have fun, but business always came before pleasure.

I kissed Amy's forehead and was prepared to walk off, but she pulled me back with a lot of strength that I didn't know that she had.

"Don't leave me alone," she stated in a panic. I pulled her hand in mine and kissed. This new Amy was such a drastic change. She was quiet to the point that I almost thought she was mute. Her fearlessness and courage seemed to diminish when she was without so much rage. I missed her spunk and her feisty attitude, which was one of the things that turned me on when it came to her.

"I'm just going to the next room," I said trying to reassure her. Amy pulled me again and I could see her pleading with me through her brown eyes. "It won't take me long, I'll come find you when I'm finished," I pushed her hair behind her ear. It was beginning to become a habit of mine.

"Ricky, as soon as you turn your back on me, I'll either be swinging from the rafters, drowning somebody in a pool of their own blood, or, worse comes to worse, grinding all over some random stranger," she said with so much seriousness. Amy really didn't trust herself to be out here alone, or to even be at this party. If that's the case, then should I just go against her wishes and sneak off when she's talking herself out of knocking down a bottle of vodka?

"First of all, I believe in you Miss Jurgens; Second of all, if I catch you grinding on anybody but me, I might warehouse the 'random stranger'," I said not sure if I was joking or being serious, but either way, it got a smile out of her, even if it was just a small one.

"Ricky, I'm not kidding around. Do Not. Leave me in here. You're the only one that thinks I can do this, this time, hell, I don't even think I can make it work this time," she said running her thumb across the back of my hand. Her manicured nail grazed my skin, sending a chill skipping down my spine. I looked around for Billy, but he was already gone. It was already hazy in here, but I could see a thick white fog coming through the crack of the backroom. Yeah, they were in there. It wasn't like I didn't want to take Amy with me, but if she thought it was testy in here then I knew she couldn't handle the other room. Compared to that room, it was candy land in here. However, she wouldn't get tempted if I were around to drag her out of there.

I didn't respond to her, just pulled her behind me through the crowd of half drunk, sweaty teens and towards the lion's den.

Amy's PoV

I sat on the stool and watched Ricky switch into a mode that I'd never seen before. His whole demeanor changed once he stepped into the room. Authority and Command outlined his limbs, yet still, there was a subtly serene calmness about his attitude. I didn't pay much attention to the conversation, just knew that it was something that I shouldn't be repeating outside of this room, which is where I wanted to be, outside this room that is. Ricky did a horrible job of warning me about the going on of this cul-de-sac at the back of the large house. It wasn't necessarily the constant intake of drugs and alcohol, it was just the atmosphere. Everything about it seemed to draw me in; it was like my own personal paradise. Before my trips to Caitlyn, this was exactly what I'd dreamed about.

Ricky kept cutting glances at me from the corner of the room where the pool table was. I didn't know he was so good at mindless games. Well, it was mindless to me because I didn't know how to play.

"You don't belong here," a voice said beside me. I swiveled in the chair to see a long-haired brunette girl who held a clear glass to her lips. I raised an eyebrow at her. She snickered, already buzzed from whatever that green liquid was in the glass. "No, no, no… no not like that, not like that. I just mean, you used to be, well, not me, but I know your type," she said stumbling and mumbling over here words. She took a long sip of the liquid before putting the glass on the counter.

"And what's that?" I asked intrigued by the bubbly girl.

"I don't know, I've just always wanted to say that," she finished. The mystery girl glanced over my shoulder and smiled. I looked back to where her eyes had fallen. Of course, none other than Ricky, girls were always eyeing him; it was like I wasn't competition or something. I don't remember Adrian having this problem when they were together. Girls never eye Ricky in front of her. "I saw you walking in with Ricky. I've heard about you Amy, too bad Ricky hasn't told you about me. I'm Clementine by the way," she said sticking her hand out for me to shake. I took it hesitantly, not too sure about her yet. My intuition was telling me not to trust her, to run away from her as fast as I could and never look back. Clementine had that sneaky look in her eye that she hid with her beautiful features.

"Oh Clementine, yeah, I remember you now. You're right, Ricky doesn't have much to say about you," I lied, trying to get her to bite the bait. A small fire ran from one of her eyes to the other, and then the light came back. Bingo.

"Excuse me? How could he not have anything to say about me? Before Adrian came along-" She said, beginning to rant to herself. I watched her actions carefully, from the small vein protruding from her neck to the small quack of her fingers. "I'm sorry, what was I saying?" she said as though she were a crazy woman.

"Something about before Adrian came along?" I said pretending to be undaunted by her psycho rant, looking her in the eyes so I could watch the lies seep through her sockets. Clementine cleared her throat and then took another sip of her drink, which was nearing its end. She didn't seem as drunk as she was before and I was beginning to think it was an act just so she could get something out of me.

"Yes, before Adrian came along, Ricky you used to love m- being around us," she said looking in Ricky's direction again. I wasn't foolish enough to miss her slip, she was going to say "me".

"Who is 'us'?" I asked straightening my back as someone walked by with a brand new bottle of liquor in hand. Clementine eyed me curiously before shaking her head almost inconspicuously.

"His real friends, the ones that are actually in the family and not some wannabe like Ben Boykewich," Clementine said with clear disgust. I didn't know much about the mafia, but I was beginning to learn since my boyfriend was, clearly, a part of it. It was safe for me to assume that Ben wasn't one of them, not necessarily.

"What does Adrian have to do with that?" I asked more interested than I thought I would ever be when it came to Clementine's knowledge about Ricky.

"Not much, but her dad is a lawyer, that doesn't work here. Adrian tried to force her presences on us and it made us not like her even more. Ricky had been so stuck up her ass when they first got together that he sort of dropped us, which in turn led him to Ben," she began.

"So actually it's more your fault than Ben's or Adrian's, am I wrong? Just because her dad is a lawyer doesn't mea-"

"You can't trust Adrian!" Clementine said forcefully, her eyes widening. I could see a story in her face. I watched evil chase away good for a moment before her smile reappeared and her hand was touching my shoulder. "It was nice to meet you Amy," she stated after a while before jumping up from her seat and heading towards the door. I glanced back hoping someone else had witnessed her quick mood change, everyone had. Is it possible that I'd just met someone with more issues than myself?

Anne's PoV

I looked at the police reports over and over and I wished that they hadn't been correct. I searched for a misprint and when I didn't find one, I sighed and leaned back in the office chair. Rob had gone against his code of honor letting me into the FBI database tonight. The place was crawling with feds and I had a small inkling that they knew who I was. My name may have changed, but I still had the face of the daughter of a major player in the mafia. I let their stares and whispering roll off me just as I did with everyone else. Rob probably never had to put up with this crap.

"What are you doing mom?" Ashley asked me coming through the front door. Her hair was tousled and she seemed to be fixing her clothes, she was turning into Amy. I sighed inwardly realizing that my eldest daughter probably rubbed off on my youngest daughter.

"Nothing, going through some paperwork," I stated nonchalantly, using my highlighter to mark important discrepancies. I felt the couch shift, signifying that Ashley was sitting down beside me. I threw the papers down swiftly when I felt her looking over my shoulder, reading the report.

"Since when did you become a secretary for CPD?" She asked catching a good look at the heading of the paper before I could hide it from her. Sometimes Ashley was too inquisitive for her own good.

"I'm not," I said. "I'm just going over a few papers I found on the internet about your dad, trying to see what they've said about him," I looked at her, telling her a bold face lie. Ashley stared at me for a moment as though she could see my lie.

"Why? It's probably nothing good," she stated standing from her seat. "And why would they have his information in California?"Ashley looked at me skeptically.

"Where's Amy?" I asked, obviously reverting the subject to something else.

"Probably with Ricky, anyway, is there something you need to tell me mom?" This time when I answered I really wasn't trying to subject.

"What do you mean she's with Ricky? I thought I told her that dating him was out of the question," I stood up heading for the kitchen where I'd left my cell phone. "That girl is so disobedient," I proclaimed.

"I'm sure she's okay. Amy's a big girl," Ashley said with a lot of attitude and jealousy.

"It's not about her being a big girl, I told her she couldn't see him and she went against my authority," I grabbed the phone off the counter, unlocking it and instantly dialing Amy's cell number.

"She always does that, what's the difference between now and then?" Ashley followed me into the kitchen, rolling her eyes when she saw me pick up the phone. I turned around so I could ignore her condemning eyes. Amy's phone went to voicemail. "Amy Jurgens, this is your mother calling, you better get home as soon as you get this message," I stated trying to be more authoritative. I put the phone down as Ashley began to clap slowly.

"Look at you, finally putting your big girl panties on, it only took you seventeen years," Ashley stated sarcastically. "Maybe if you would've done that years ago, your daughter wouldn't be a recovering alcoholic slash narcissist slash drug addict slash slut slash-" I cut her off with my hand in the air, walking past her and up the stairs, not wanting to hear it from her. Ashley was really starting to turn into a bitch, much worse than Amy. I could handle one child being that way, but two was just too much. I walked into my room, heading for my medicine cabinet to take a few of the sleeping pills so I could just forget about tonight, I was supposed to be off of them weeks ago, but things were so tiring.

I popped one first, but after a while, I was still up. One turned to two and two turned to four, soon, I felt myself drifting easily. I climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over me closing my eyes.

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