Be Somewhere

Ricky wasn't sure what song was playing; only that he wanted it to stop before he broke whatever machine the damned music was coming from. It wasn't an alarm clock; or it wasn't his at least, he would never choose something as awful and (to be honest) tacky as what was now ringing in his ears. Really? Britney Spears? What had he ever done to deserve this kind of torture? He sighed when he checked his phone and saw the time. It was 3am in the morning, no less.

There was no one awake in this room, and when he checked outside in the hall, everything was dark. No breathing could be heard and no little footsteps gave hint to where the music was coming from. He followed the sound down to the end of the hallway and paused when he saw the light on in Aggie's room.

His mother had taken Aggie with her when she left for whatever conference she was at. Knowing her; it was probably one regarding the proper tequila to whiskey ratio that she should have in her drinks. He sighed and shook his head. He couldn't help but wonder why she mixed such potent forms of alcohol with each other instead of with drink mix.

What could he say? Thats alcoholics for you.

He opened the door softly and stuck his head in the room. The window was open and the light was on. He couldn't help but let his thoughts wander back to all the horror movies he watched. Open windows were rarely a good sign. He bit his lip before pushing the door open further.

He felt like the stupid blonde who always ran up the stairs instead of out the door.

“Hello?” he whispered, relieved when no answer met his ears. He surveyed the room. Richard had probably been spending some time in here and had forgotten to turn the lights off. Yeah, that was probably it. Just Richard. He turned on his heel and was about to stride out of the room when he noticed a piece of stationary on the night table next to Aggie's bed.

Bofante Industries stationary...

His father's stationary.

Ricky tried to take a few steps back but found himself against a closed door.

The closet.

He forgot to check the closet. Why was it always the closet? He felt an arm slide around his waist and he couldn't help but tremble.

“Please... don't...” Ricky mumbled, “Not today... I can't...”

Ricky heard the chuckle of a man who had just been told an amusing story.

“It's not like you really have to do anything, you mostly just lie there, sweetheart,” he chuckled again, “I may be older than you, honey... but my memory hasn't quite left me yet.” Ricky whimpered for a few moments and was ashamed of himself. He survived Richard, so he could survive this arrogant prick too.

“Get your hands off me,” he tried to shriek, but the words were faded, dried; and crumpled the second they passed through his lips. Another hand was put over his mouth to keep the screaming to a minimum as he was dragged out the window and into the trees. Ricky grabbed onto the tree and refused to let go.

“We don't have time for this,” Ricky cried out softly when his hands were ripped from the tree bark. His torn skin burned and he collapsed on the ground; refusing to move. “If you don't get on your feet right now and follow me out to the car you are going to get it, little boy!” For the first time that night, Ricky looked up at his fathers face.

There really wasn't any way to avoid what was coming.

If Ricky's father wanted him out in the car, he would go. One way or another he was going to end up there, and he wanted him to be less angry. If he wasn't as angry he was usually gentler; or that was the theory at least.

Ricky picked himself up off the ground and brushed as much of the dirt off as possible. He had to look decently clean and representable; otherwise he would have to take a bath, and god only knew what would happen if his father was exposed to his naked body while surrounded with water and bubbles.

Ricky remembered the last time... he hadn't been able to sit down comfortably for weeks.

“Looks like my special someone will have to clean himself up,” his father whispered in his ear while nuzzling him. Ricky felt every drop of his blood turn cold in the same second. His stomach churned as the tears started to roll down his face.

“Please have me back by morning... I don't think I would be able to explain my absence to the people who are at my house tonight... just... please make this a bit of an easier secret to keep.”

His father nodded and Ricky wiped away the tears before his father bent down and kissed him softly. His eye winced with discomfort as the bile rose in his throat once more.

This night just wouldn't end.