I turned my head away just in time. His lips landed on my cheek.
"Please, don't," I said quietly.
"Whatever. Guess you'll never know," Ricky replied. He shrugged.
His defenses were up again. He looked both ways and suddenly he was at my side of the car, opening the door for me. Don't say anything. Don't say anything.
"What makes you think that after everything that happened tonight, I would even hug you. It goes without saying, but we're over," I blurted out, looking him square in the eyes.
I am such a dumb ass. Run now. Run you idiot, run! I stood still and continued looking deep into his blue eyes. His face was an expression I could not read; his eyes were a different story, conflicted.
"Maybe to thank me that I didn't finish you off. I hope you regret that statement, because I'm starting to regret keeping you around," he replied and then grabbed my arm.
We were suddenly at the side of my house, my bedroom two windows up. The first window was bright, indicating all the lights were on. Mom was awake; probably waiting for me too. Ricky noticed.
"She know you're out with me?" he whispered.
I shook my head. He gave a sick, sadistic chuckle. Note to self: Think a little bit more before answering questions. He draped his right arm around my neck causing me to give an involuntary shiver and freeze. Then he put his other arm underneath my legs and I was off the ground.
"Hope you're not afraid of heights. Hold on," he whispered to my ear.
I forgot about the tree outside of my window and when we landed on top of one of the branches, I let out a little screech. One more jump and we were at the branch closest towards my room. Ricky sat me down gently on the branch and leaned over to open my window. I thought of pushing him down. He'd probably: 1. Not die and come after me; 2. Grab unto my hand at the last minute and take me with him. None was a risk worth taking. Using his pocket knife, he managed to get my window open. He went inside my room and then reached out for my hand. I put my hand in his and soon I was on my two feet in my bedroom.
Once inside my room Ricky closed the window and zipped over to my bedroom door. He locked it.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked, backing towards my bathroom. In a second he was behind me, and turned me over to look at him.
"Your mom is in the other room. If you scream or do anything loud, and she comes into the room, I won't hesitate to kill her," he said taking my arm. "I can't take it anymore. I need just a taste. Just a quick teenie tiny taste, you'll barely lose any blood. Now hold still and it'll all be over soon."
"No. Ricky please don't," I begged as quietly as I could.
I didn't fight him though as he bent over my neck, exposing the wound on my neck. As soon as his tongue found the open cut, the burning returned. I grabbed one of my tank tops off of my dresser and bit down hard on it, trying to get all the anger and pain out without yelling. No, my mom would not pay for my mistakes. She lost my dad, but she wouldn't lose me. I would do whatever it takes to live for her. Even this.
A minute later and I was ready to faint. Ricky stopped and licked his lips. He helped me over toward my bed and lay me on it. Then he unlocked the door and opened the window. As he climbed out, I got up to go close the window.
"I never want to see you again," I said, and then I slammed my window shut. Ricky just winked at me like, 'Yeahhhh, sure.' It made me feel even more exhausted.
I slowly walked over to my bed and collapsed on top of it. I expected sleep to come quickly towards me, but instead I cried myself to sleep until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.