Good Gone Bad

@ katahdin
Ricky sighed when she got rid of the money. “Well I’m not taking it back.” He told her. “You don’t have to earn your keep?” He said almost confused, but changed his attitude because he knew this was what happened. “You live here. You don’t have to earn anything. Listen I know Nathan drew you in with promises of love end riches. But that isn’t my angle. I just know that you don’t have a dime to your name. Sweetheart, I run a successful gang I bring in hundreds of thousands of dollars. Take the money and run” he said laughing.

Ricky drove off towards the docks. He had a smaller shipment coming in today. Plus he had some men to collect profits off of.

@ BadStreetBoys

Alma frowned as he spoke, shaking her head quickly. "I-I don't have anywhere to run to.." she murmured, almost ashamed, a few tears linking down her cheeks. She was ashamed that she had believed Nathan in the first place, and was even more ashamed that she was too scared to run or leave or fight back anymore. She'd given up.

Alma slept for a few hours while Ricky was gone, and once she woke up took a shower to clean all of the bruises and wounds that Nathan had given her before she left, some of which she was afraid were getting infected. Once she was clean and dry and dressed in a long-sleeved t shirt and leggings to hide most of her injuries she considered going downstairs to try to find something to eat, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it was a trap and that she would get in trouble, so she curled back up in bed, letting herself drift off into a light sleep.

@ katahdin
Ricky was thinking about Alma throughout the day, worried about her. For some reason he truly felt for her, he saw his mother in her but also saw something more. He didn’t really want to build with Nathan, but some things were bigger than this, bigger than themselves. And for Ricky this was one of them. He finished his runs, his pickups, his deliveries and whatever else when he decided to head home.

Ricky decided to pick up some Chinese on his way home. He wasn’t sure what Alma would like so he got a Pu Pu Platter because it had a little bit of everything. He pulled into the driveway, going around the back he fed hades and played with him for a few minutes before he went inside. “Hey I’m back!” He called out. Ricky took his shoes and jacket off, moving to the living room with the bag of food. “I got Chinese, I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I got a little bit of everything.” He took his food out and began to eat, looking over when Alma made her way in. “Wanna watch a movie?”

@ BadStreetBoys

Alma woke when she heard Ricky return, hesitating a few minutes before she slipped out of bed and slowly made her way downstairs. She paused in the hall between the kitchen and stairs, as if ready to make a quick retreat at a moment's notice. She waited until he'd gotten his food before moving over to take some for herself, only putting a few small spoonfuls of rice onto her plate and a few pieces of beef and broccoli before she moved to sit down at the table, shaking her head when he asked about watching a movie. "No, I'm ok. I'll just eat and then put the food away and clean up and then go back to my room."

@ katahdin
Ricky shook his head, talking between mouthfuls of food. “No no, you don’t have to clean up or anything. I will.” He told her and continued to eat. “You aren’t my maid or my slave. You’re all good.” He said and smiled at her. “Also, you can eat more. You’re skinny. You’ve been abused and most likely have a lot of bruises and such beneath those clothes. So your body needs more food to heal.” He told her, an idea popping into his head. “Hold on.” He murmured. Ricky moved out of the room and when he came back he set a first aid kit in front of Alma. “I keep a high tech first aid kit for me and my gang members. Use whatever you need in it.” He told her and moved back to his seat and continuing to eat. Ricky turned on the TV and began to look for a movie to watch.

@ BadStreetBoys

"I-I don't mind cleaning, really." Alma tried to insist, not wanting him to think that she was useless. She frowned a bit when he said that she should eat more, shaking her head a little. "No, I'm not that hungry.." she murmured, glancing up at him as he brought out the first aid kit. She considered it for a long moment, knowing some of her injuries needed treatment, but she couldn't reach most of her injuries, and had no idea how to treat most of them. "O-Ok.."

@ katahdin
Ricky sighed and just shook his head. “Listen, I don’t expect anything of you.” He said and gave a smile. “Eat, please.” He asked her, finding a movie to put on. “If you need help with anything you can ask to. I don’t know the extent of what he did to you, so if you need help please ask.” Ricky insisted. He didn’t want to push or make her uncomfortable, but he knew he had to do it a little bit at a time to get her feeling normal again.

@ BadStreetBoys

Alma nodded slowly as he spoke, remaining silent for a long while while she ate what little was on her plate. It was maybe twenty minutes before she spoke, having remained seated at the table while she thought things over. "I-I don't know how to fix what he did..." She confessed softly, her head hung low. Her entire body ached and hurt, and she knew that she needed help with some of the worse injuries, but was still afraid to ask.

Ricky leaned back into the recliner as he ate and watched the movie he had put on. He was gonna let Alma adjust on her own. He heard her voice and turned to face Alma. Ricky nodded, taking the remote he paused the movie. “I understand.” He said, walked into the kitchen. “I’ve dealt with Stab wounds and gun shot wounds, and a bunch of other stuff so I can help.” He murmured and sat across the table from her. “I’ll let you take the lead. Just tell me what you want help with. Guide me through things.” He told her with another soft smile.
@ katahdin

@ BadStreetBoys

A faint blush appeared on her cheeks as he came over to sit with her, nodding a little as he spoke and told her to guide him through everything. "I.. He... He hit me with his belt on my back, a-and I can't reach.." she explained slowly, clearly feeling very awkward about the whole situation. "A-And his dog bit my leg a week or two ago, a-and it still really hurts.." She sunk a little lower in her chair, clearly ashamed of having to ask for help on top of being uncomfortable about telling him what had happened to her.

@ katahdin
Ricky nodded. “Sit up on the table.” He said and opened the first aid kit. “Can you take your shirt or pants off?” He asked as he took a couple different things out before looking back at Alma. He wanted to make sure she was okay with everything. “I’m going to have to touch your back to look at those wounds. I’ll be gentle.” He explained. “For your legs, well I guess we will see once we get there.” Ricky sighed as he saw the look in her face. “Don’t be so ashamed end upset. We all need help sometimes.”

@ BadStreetBoys

Alma nodded slowly as he asked her to sit up on the table, doing as he said before hesitating when he he asked about taking off her clothes, looking rather hesitant and nervous about it before she nodded, slowly taking off her shirt before tucking her arms in over her chest. Her back was covered in welts from being beaten with a belt, along with even more scars underneath from a variety of previous injuries. She waited a few moments before sliding her pants off too, which revealed even more scars, along with a nasty looking dog bite on her calf which looked like it was infected. "N-Needing help got me into this mess.."

@ katahdin
“Needing help only got you into this because you were manipulated and taken advantage of. I don’t plan on doing that. I don’t need a maid and I don’t need sex. I could pay someone to clean for me and, well, I wouldn’t have trouble finding a woman to have sex with. Ricky grabbed some antibiotic ointment and gentle began to spread it over the fresher welts. He frowned at the scars and the new wounds. He looked at her leg and bit his lip. “I think that’s infected, Alma.” He commented and knelt down to get a better look at it. “I’m no doctor but I’ll do my best, if it gets worse you might have to see a doctor.” Ricky grabbed a syringe and filled it with saline, using it to spray down the wound. He noticed a sac that seemed to be filled with pus. When he was done with the saline, he used the syringe, gentle sticking it into the sac and drawing the pus out. Ricky put some ointment on the wound, then placed a large piece of gauze over it.

@ BadStreetBoys

Alma remained silent as he spoke, giving a little nod to acknowledge his words. They didn't make her feel any better about what had happened, but she at least figured she ought to acknowledge him. She tensed as he began to tend to the welts on her back, wincing as he worked. After a bit she buried her face in his hands, weeping softly from the pain as he finished tending to her back and began to tend to her leg, whimpering as he drained some of the puss from the wound and cleaned it up. "N-No.. No doctor. N-Nathan said that doctors ask questions, a-and I'm a bad liar and so I can't talk to doctors.."

@ katahdin
Ricky tapped his chin as he thought for a moment. He grabbed another cream from the bag. “This is a numbing agent. Where do you want me to put it?” He asked as he opened the jar and took some out. “Alma, you might have to see a doctor if you don’t want your leg amputated from the leg down. I am not Nathan, I’m Ricky.” He told her and took a breath. “Yes they ask questions, however, we can work through that. I’d rather help you lie and protect that bastard than watch you lose your leg.” He told her. His hand gently touching her knee, trying to reassure her. “You haven’t touched the money I gave you. How about this? Since you don’t want to take it end feel indebted to me. You write me a list of everything you want and need. Clothes, food, toiletries. And I will buy it on my time. So that way you aren’t taking my money. I’m just buying things.” He offered.

@ BadStreetBoys

"M-My leg.." Alma requested, moving her hands away from her face, although she was still crying. She nodded a little as he said he'd help her speak to any doctors she had to see, wiping at her eyes uselessly. "O-Ok.." she murmured hesitantly after he explained that he could buy her what she needed so she didn't have to do it herself, wiping at her eyes again. "C-Can I go back to my room now?"

@ katahdin
Ricky nodded and spread some of the cream on her leg. When he finished up he put everything back in the case and moved to the sink to wash his hands. “Wear some loose sweatpants and tee shirts so they don’t rub on those wounds.” He advised. Ricky turned around and raised an eyebrow. “You can do anything you want, Alma. I’m not your boss.” He said and wiped his hands on a dry towel. “Get me a list whenever you can, I’ll probably go to the store this weekend.” Ricky told her as he began to make his way back into the living room.

@ BadStreetBoys

Once Ricky was done Alma slid off the table carefully and tugged her shirt back on, leaving her leggings off since they weren't loose enough and she didn't have any sweatpants to change into. She nodded a bit when he said he wasn't her boss, sniffling a bit as she turned to limp toward the stairs, her leg feeling much worse than before, making it hard to get up the stairs.

@ katahdin
Ricky sighed slightly as he watched Alma. This girl had been through hell. He moved back to the kitchen and poured himself some whisky. He took a sip and heard her as she moved around upstairs. He wasn’t sure exactly how to help. But she was away from Nathan and right now that’s all he could do. Ricky cleaned up the downstairs area before he made his way upstairs and into the master bedroom.

@ BadStreetBoys

Alma had made her way upstairs, but by the time she'd reached the top she was in quite a bit of pain, and had ended up going into the wrong room, mistaking Ricky's room for hers. She'd been in a lot of pain and had just wanted to rest, so she'd curled up in bed under the blankets, which was were she was when he came upstairs, curled up under the sheets sound asleep, looking like she might be running a low fever.