Karen was currently pissed off, for reasons she didn't want to say. She was sitting against the porch swing, waiting, and waiting. Ricky had been gone for a while now. Tapping her foot, she stood up. As soon as he came onto the porth. "Where the hell have you been, Richard Drynn?" she asked glaring at him coldly. "I've been waiting for a long time on this porch!" she kept her voice down just a bit, since the kids were asleep. "Answer me Richard." she knew it pissed him off when she called him 'Richard.' But frankly...she didn't give a Damn.

"Ricky!" Ricky muttered under his breath. 'I told you never to call me that. It's Ricky! Jeez!" He ran a hand through his messy hair, narrowing his eyes at her. "And as for where I've been, I don't really think I need to tell you. You can't run my life." He walked past her and placed one hand on the doorknob. "Who do you think you are, my mother?"

"No, I'm your wife." Karen snapped correcting him, grabbing him by the wrist. "Ricky, I said answer me...where have you been, I thought after our last fight you promised not to lie to me."

"I've been out." Ricky kept his voice even, trying not to let any emotion show through on his face. The corner of his mouth twitched up into a half-smile. "There now, I haven't lied to you, so let go of me and let me inside." He jerked his wrist away from her hand.

Karen flinched and stared at him. Grabbing his wrist again. "No Ricky." she said pushing him away from the door, looking away for a second before daring to look up at him. "You're not going inside until you tell me...exactly where...and who, you were with tonight." she narrowed her eyes. "You know me, I followed you. I'm not clueless like you." she looked back up at him. "Now answer me...who was that girl, y-you kissed?" she asked in a sad whisper. "Why...did you kiss her?"

"Shi--" Ricky paused in the middle of his small burst of profanity, shutting his mouth, grinding his teeth together angrily. "You followed me!? What's your problem!? Why can't you back off for once and let me live my life?" he folded his arms across his chest, glaring coldly at her. "And as for that girl. Well, I suppose I just needed a break from you; you're so annoying and overbearing." he ran a hand through his hair. "Frankly, I don't regret it. Alright, I answered your question, now let me in."

Karen glared at him. "You're the reason, I'm so overbearing if you wouldn't make me worry." she lifting a hand up and pushed him down off the porch. "You're not aloud inside this house, Anymore. You can't just take a break when you're married!" she turned her heal. "Idiot." she hissed with teary eyes. "You're such a freaking idiot." and with that she closed and locked the door. "Go away, Richard!"

"It's Ricky!" Ricky shouted, glaring at the door. "Ricky! God, I'll even accept 'Ricky-poo!' ((this being an absolutely WONDERFUL nickname that the other girl had given him)) Just not that God-awful name my idiot father gave to me!" He slammed his fist into the door, denting it and splitting his knuckles. Blood dripped down his hands and he phased through the door easily, wincing as he began cracking his bloody knuckles. "Call me that one more time and I'll seriously hurt you..."

Karen's eyes widened as she took a step back against the wall. "Richard..." she hissed, tempting him she knew this. "...I'm aloud to call you what ever...I want." she said glaring up at him. 

"I've given you more than enough warnings," Ricky hissed, clenching his hands into fists. "If you don't stop pissing me off I'll start getting violent." He opened one of his hands and formed a knife, holding it to her throat, pressing it into her skin. A drop of blood slid down her neck. "Whatever happens, you can't blame me. It's your fault." He pushed the knife harder against her. "You know exactly how to piss me off."

Karin gasped silently. Glaring at him, she lifted up at hand to the blade and pushed it away from her kneck. "Oh please...Richard, you know that...now I have something." she hissed at him, trembling slightly. Her hand and bloody cut healed. "After our last fight, I taught myself how to heal..remember you idiot?" she looked away, still having teary eyes. "Keep...your voice down, you know Aram is a light sleeper.."

"I don't give a crap about whether or not Aram sleeps well tonight." Ricky hissed as the knife disappeared. "Maybe I should try a different approach." Two knives appeared in his hands. "Let me go give Aram a little wake-up call... You may be able to heal, but I doubt you'll be able to bring back somebody who's already dead," he hissed as he phased through the ceiling.

Karen's eyes widened and she quickly phased up after him. "Leave Aram alone, Ricky." she said grabbing his leg and phasing him back down threw the floor. "That was completely un-called for!" she hissed throwing him onto the ground. "You leave the kids out of this, expectully Aram." she said staring at him sadly. "You stay there." she hissed throwing ecto-tape around him.  "Calm...down, Ricky.." she said softly to him.

"Shut up," Ricky hissed, narrowing his eyes. "I'll bring all your kids into this if I want to. If you lost your kids... That would hurt more than any physical pain, wouldn't it?" He exhaled slowly, trying to keep control of himself. "Now go away, and stop calling me by that awful name. Last warning."

Karen stood up from her place. Her bangs covering her eyes. "What's happened to you...Ricky, they're your kids too!" Karen glared down at him before turning away. "I was right, you are just like Al." she whispered as she began up the stairs, leaving him alone with the ecto-tape around him. "Idiot...Richard.." and with that she went upstairs.

"I'm nothing like him!" Ricky hissed, glaring at her. "Get back here! Get back here, you idiot!" He struggled against the ecto-tape, forming a knife in his hand and sliding it between the tape and his wrist, breaking the tape. "I'm nothing like that bastard! And my name is Ricky, jeez!" He cut the rest of the tape away with his ecto-knife. "Get back here..." He started running up the stairs shouting, "Get back here now!"

Karen ran as fast as she could before he grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her into the closet farthest away from the kids room. "L-Let me go." she said closing her eyes. "Let me go.."

"No." Ricky closed the closet door, sealing it around the edges with ecto-tape.  "Not a chance." He shot ecto-tape at her wrists and ankles, pinning them to the wall. "You're not going anywhere." He jabbed two knives into the wall on either side of her, inches away from her face. "And if you don't cooperate, there will be consequences."

Karen's eyes widened as she stay perfectly still, tilting her head down to say nothing. She didn't know why, over the past couple of years his snapping problem grew even worse. Taking out his anger on her, she was suprised she was still alive. Gulping silently, she trembled lightly. "R-Richard...Drynn...let me go."

"Fine. Alright." Ricky put more ecto-tape over the tape already covering her wrists and ankles and took a step back. "Don't bother coming after me, because I'm not coming back." He phased through the roof and flew off, looking back only once before turning away.

Karen's eyes widened staring as he flew off. Struggling to move, she closed her eyes and phased threw the ecto tape. Touching her arms and feet, she went invisible. Following him silently. Slowly landing behind a dumpster, she watched as he landed in what looked like a gang. She trembled slightly staring from behind the dumpster, she closed her eyes and was fixing to fly off. Until someone grabbed her from behind, and covered her mouth. 

There was a big muscular man, smirking down at her. " 'ey boss...looks like a little girly snuck in." 

Karen's eyes widened as she looked up at 'the boss'... She trembled in fear, seeing it was Ricky.

"Hello, Karen." Ricky replied, tilting his head slightly to the side. "You've been very naughty lately, haven't you? I suppose I'll have to punish you." He smirked. "So guys, what do you think we should do to her?"

"Let's rape her!" one of the guys shouted.

Ricky grinned, turning back to Karen. "How about it?" He grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her closer. "Wouldn't that be interesting? Wouldn't it be fun?"

Karen flinched and stared up at Ricky. "..No it wouldn't be...fun." she said as someone pulled her away.

"Man! Dis is gonna be fun!" the guy said to her pulling her into the middle of a circle of guys. "What first?"

"Take off her shirt!" one said, before the guy lifted up a knife.

"Heh, boss, this girl is so full." he said poking her chest, before squeezing it. "Doesn't it feel good, girly?"

Karen closed her eyes. "Stop it." she said before feeling a stinging in her cheek. "O-Ouch.." she whispered, before elbowing him and began backing up, until someone else grabbed her. "L-Let me go.." she whispered touching her cheek, then looked up at none other then Ricky himself. "Ricky...let me go!" she said closing her eyes, trying to pull away from him.

"Shut up you wench!" one shouted as they slapped her. Causing her to wince and lean back her head against Ricky's chest.

"Why...are you doing this..Ricky?" She asked tilting her head down. "...I thought you promised you...would protect me..and love me.." she whispered wincing as another one tore off her bra, with Ricky still holding her. "...I hate you..."

"I..." Ricky stared down at her. "Well..." The rage in him had died and was replaced by regret. He wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to shield her chest from the eyes of the other guys. He turned them both invisible and phased through the brick wall at the end of the alley, turning visible once they were away from his gangster buddies. Ricky's eyes met Karen's for a moment before he quickly looked away. "I don't know why I get like that... I get so mad at you, I do something stupid, and I end up like this. I end up with you hating me." He buried his face in his hands. "I'm so stupid.."

Karen stared at him, then quickly looked away. Covering her chest with her arms. "Yes you are...cheating...on me, nearly killing Aram...I can't take this." she slowly stood up, tilting her head down. "I'm leaving in the morning...to get away from you." she stepped away. "Your anger is way to much...and you nearly kill me each time. I don't know how..your mother dealt with your father doing that to her..." she stepped back once more. "I can't...love you anymore.."

"Wait!" Ricky's voice was frantic. "Don'tdon'tdon'tdon't!" He slapped a hand to his forehead. "I'm so sorry, don't..." Pulling his hands away from his face, he stared down at them hatefully. "It always has to be about you..." he hissed, changing the subject so his anger was directed away from himself. "It's always about what I do to you, but we never talk about how you hurt me, do we? I always attack you for no reason, isn't that how it happens?" His voice grew louder with every word. "It's always my fault! You never think about how much you hurt me too!" He pushed her back against the wall. "You put me through so much pain..." he glared at her through reddened eyes. "I need to hurt you instead."

Karen kept her chest covered as she was pushed against the wall. "This is what...I'm...talking about." she said staring at his red glare. "This is why, I said I was leaving." she closed her eyes half way. "It always ends up like this, what's your problem..I got rid of that stupid curse...thing, you shouldn't be like this. Stop being like this!" she looked up at him. "You're only in pain, because you make me say things."

'You can't leave!" Ricky screamed at her. "You can't!" He grabbed her shoulders. "Don't! You better not!" He squeezed her shoulders tightly, trembling slightly. "I just want... Karen, why can't you ever cooperate? Why can't you ever do what I say?"

"A-Ah.." Karen said in pain staring up at Ricky, with a frightened look. "...Because it's the same way with you, you don't listen to me..." she tilted her head down. "You-You're hurting me.." she said looking back up at him. "You're...hurting me, just like...you did right before we..." she blushed remembering. "Right before we...made Amy." she closed her eyes. "What happened...to us?"

"I don't know," Ricky said venomously. "I don't know what happened to us. I didn't plan on this. This is exactly why I didn't want to end up in a relationship. Because I'd end up screwing it up no matter what." He glared at her. "Why can't you just do what I ask? It would be better for both of us." He grabbed her by the arm. "Let's go home. I'm not finished with you."

Karen stared up at him. "...You don't...love me anymore, do you?" she asked as she was pulled by him. "Do you?" she tilted her head down. "...Fine." she closed her eyes. "I'll...do as you say." she said in a broken voice. "Ricky."

Ricky clenched his hand harder around her wrist. "It's not that I don't love you," he said quietly. "That's not the problem." They landed in his room, phasing through the roof of his house. Pushing her onto her back on his bed, he stared down at her. "Can we do this the right way, for once? Can you just cooperate? Can we do it with love instead of force? please?"

Karen looked up at him, blushing. "...I'm always doing it with love..." she whispered softly staring at him sadly. "You just- do it in the mist of day- when I don't expect it. Or when I'm...just...not wanting it." she looked away as he stared down at her. "So...yes...we c-can."

Ricky leaned down tentatively, gently kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry." He traced a line with his finger from the edge of her jaw down her neck to her chest. "I'll try to be better." Pushing his body against hers, shuddering at the close contact, he gave her chest a gentle squeeze. He pressed his lips to hers briefly, pulling away for a moment before sucking on her bottom lip teasingly. "Clothes...off..." he murmured, muffling the words as he worked his lips against hers.

Karen blushed and slowly took off her skirt and shoes, her underwear and socks. "..The tops been off...Ricky." she whispered looking up at him. "Your..turn."

Ricky slowly removed his shirt, shoes, and socks, unzipping his pants and pulling them off, along with his boxers. He pushed Karen down on his bed, getting on top of her, capturing her lips with his before trailing his mouth down to her neck. He bit her neck gently and then made little circles around the spot he had bitten with his tongue. When he was finished, he moved his mouth farther down her body, past her chest and down to her stomach, leaving kisses in his wake. He let his hands roam over her body with minds of their own, making every touch gentle and loving, free of any aggression.

Karen smiled and tilted her head to the left side. She was feeling different from times before they did this. Never had he been so soft to her. She was lost for words as he kissed her stomach, and touched her with love. Each time sent a soft feeling of love threw her. "Ricky.." excaped threw her lips as she smiled softly.

It was different than how he used to act towards her, but Ricky knew he liked it much better this way. There was no force needed, he could show her through his touches how much he loved her. He let his hands move down from her chest, past her stomach and down low, tracing patterns with his fingers on her lower stomach before pulling his hands down lower. He whispered her name without really realizing it and made a line with his tongue extending down from her belly button. "Love you," he murmured, touching her private place gently with his fingers, letting them hover teasingly, barely touching her skin.

Karen trembled and looked down at him blushing. "I love you too." she whispered touching his head softly. "You're teasing me, Ricky.." she smiled and then closed her eyes. "..I have no idea, what you want me to do."

"You don't need to do anything," Ricky said softly, kissing her stomach again. "Tell me if I hurt you." He slowly, gently slipped a finger into her, placing reassuring touches around her chest and stomach with his other hand.

Karen felt a small pain, but ignored it. "I'm...alright." she said shivering slightly. Moaning lightly, she rubbed his head and smiled warmly. "...Thanks.."

Ricky smiled at her touch as she rubbed his head. "Tell me if it hurts," he said again, pulling his finger out and slipping in two this time instead of one. "If it hurts I'll stop."

"Ah.." Karen whispered in a small wince. "I'm alright." she said staring down at him. "You know...I would tell you if I wasn't.." she leaned down a bit and kissed him on the lips, moaning softly as her lips touched his. Pulling away, she whispered. "Rougher is alright...Ricky."

"I love when you moan for me," Ricky whispered, kissing her softly, pulling out his fingers and then slipping them back in, repeating the process and picking up the pace. "I love when you say my name."

Karen moaned out and then trembled feeling him picking up pace. "Richard.." she said in a tremble. "...I love...when you're this kind. To me.."

"Bad girl," Ricky muttered, pressing his lips to hers again. "You know I don't like when you call me that..." He trailed kisses down to the edge of her  jaw, then gently bit her neck, pulling his fingers out of her. "Tell me you want me," he whispered in ecstasy, positioning himself right at her entrance. "Tell me you want it.."

Karen blushed and closed her eyes half way. "I want you...Ricky." she said softly up to him, as he positioned himself in front of her. "...I want it...I want it bad." she said looking up at him. "I want you, inside me..."

"That's right," Ricky murmured softly in her ear. "That's a good girl." He pushed himself into her, slowly and gently, stroking her cheek with one hand and resting his other hand on her hip. "You like that?" he whispered. "This what you want, Karen?" He pulled himself out, barely touching her now. "You want more?" He kissed her lips softly, whispering, "Beg for it... I want to hear you scream for me..."

Karen was breathing deeply looking up at him. "Please Ricky....don't stop." she begged closing her eyes. "Please..!"

"That's right," Ricky whispered, pushing himself back into her with more force this time. He repeated the process, picking up speed. He leaned down to kiss her softly as he began to breathe heavily. "I love you, Karen."

Karen moaned out and trembled. "I-I love you too, Ricky!" she replied back to him, trembling. "Ricky..." she moaned out again.

Ricky's breath was coming in short gasps as he kept going for a minute or two and used up all his energy, collapsing beside her in an exhausted heap. "Love you..." he whispered between gasps, closing his eyes. He brushed his hand over his forehead, wiping off sweat. Turning onto his side, he stared at Karen, smiling as he leaned over and kissed her passionately.

Karen trembled and kissed him back passionately. "Love you...too." she whispered against his lips, throwing the blanket over them. "...Ricky." she whispered leaning against him, breathing deeply.

Ricky wrapped his arms around her, pressing his body against hers. He felt tired and content. "Karen... Are you still planning on leaving tomorrow?" he asked in a whisper, softly kissing the top of her head.

Karen was already asleep against him. "Love you..." she said softly to him blushing.

Ricky let out a soft sigh, snuggling closer to her, letting himself drift off to sleep. "Love you too... So much..." he whispered before falling asleep.

KAren moaned softly as she opened her eyes up the next morning. "Good...morning.."

Ricky moaned, stretching out his arms and legs, feeling stiff. "Morning..." He smiled, staring at her in silence for a moment before leaning over and kissing her softly. "Thank you...for last night."

Karen smiled. "You're welcome." she said softly turning on her side to him. "Ricky?" she whispered softly. "We need to check on the kids...before they bardge in on us."

Ricky groaned, sitting up, rubbing his head. "You go do it..." he grumbled as he grabbed the blankets and pulled them over his head. "I'm too sleepy..."

"Mommy!" He heard a voice from outside their door.

"Great..." Ricky muttered, suppressing a yawn. "Kids are already up..."

"Arams always the first one up.." Karen said smiling softly standing up. "I'll be back, Ricky." she said standing up, placing her clothes on. Phasing threw the door she looked down at Aram. "Good morning, Aram." she said smiling. "Are you going to help me cook today?"

"Yes!" Aram squealed happily. "Help Mommy cook!" He glanced at the closed door. "Where Daddy go?"

Karen looked down at him smiling. "He's asleep...come on." she said taking his hand. "Let's go cook!"

"Okie!" Aram responded, grabbing her hand, jumping up and down excitedly. "Mommy, Mommy, let's make pancakes!!!"

"Alright!" Karen said smiling. "Pancakes it is!" she said helping him down the stairs, wincing at the site of the cracked door. "Get a pan please, Aram." she said smiling as she got down the mix and out the milk.

"Okie!" Aram squealed happily, opening one of the lower cabinets that he could reach. "Here, Mommy!" He held up a pan. "Found it!"

"Thank you." Karen said taking the pan and placing it on the burner. "There we go." she said as she pored in the mix. "Hey Aram." she said smiling. "Go glomp your father, will you?"

"Glomp Daddy?" Aram cocked his head to the side. He looked away, folding his hands behind his back. "Daddy won't hurt me, will he Mommy?" he asked in a small voice.

Karen looked down at Aram, with a half shocked face then shook her head. "No no, he won't sweetie." she said softly bending down in front of him. "..He won't hurt you, I promise."

"Okie!" Aram replied, staring back at her with bright, trusting eyes. "I'ma go glomp Daddy!" He ran up the stairs, sometimes falling over and having to use his hands for balance. "Daaaddy!" he cried happily, phasing through the door of Ricky and Karen's room. "Hi, Daddy!"

Ricky sat up and pulled the blanket off of his head. "Hey, Aram," he said softly, smiling slightly.

"Daddy!" Aram climbed up onto the bed, snuggling against Ricky. "I wuv you!"

Ricky's voice was soft as he wrapped his arms around his son. "Love you too, Aram."

Karen flipped a pancake, and then took it out placing it onto a plate near her. turning off the burner, she stepped away from it wincing slightly. "J-Jeez...my stomach hurts." she whispered softly holding her stomach. Causing her to drop the hot-pan onto the ground. "C-Crap.."

Ricky sat up as he heard the clattering noise of the pan from downstairs. "Okay Aram, no peeking. Close your eyes and count to ten."

"Okie!" Aram covered his eyes with his chubby little fists. "ONE TWO THREE--" he began to count off loudly.

Ricky stood up and phased on his clothes quickly, scooping up Aram just as he reached "ten." He walked quickly down the stairs, entering the kitchen. "Karen, you okay? I heard a noise. What happened?"

Karen flinched and looked over at Ricky. "I-I just droped a pan...I'm alright." she said putting on a fake smile. "Go sit down, I'll bring the food over." she said putting the pan into the sink. Looking at the pancake-plate, she nodded and turned around. "Here you two go-." she winced and droped the pancakes to the ground. Grabbing at her stomach. "I-I'm sorry...I'll make some more..." she whispered wincing again. "Ouch..." she said out loud.

Ricky put Aram down on one of the kitchen chairs, walking over to Karen and putting both hands on her shoulders to steady her. "You're obviously not okay. Sit down for a bit. Take some medicine."

Karen looked at him tiredly and shook her head. "...I don't need to sit down." she said slowly standing up. Wincing, wobbling she fell back ontop of him. "...My stomach hurts Ricky..."

"Oh boy." Ricky hugged her around the waist, gently stroking her stomach. "You need to go lay down," he said softly in her ear. Picking her up as gently as possible, he phased through the ceiling and into their room, placing Karen gently down on the bed. "Call me paranoid, but..." He put a hand to her stomach, rubbing it gently. "Is this what I think it is?"

Karen blushed looked down at her stomach, touching his hand softly as he rubbed her stomach. "...I...think it is." she said blushing. "Another...one." she sighed

Ricky sighed softly, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry, Karen..." He gently touched her cheek, trailing his hand down her neck and resting it on her shoulder. "I'm sorry if this wasn't what you wanted."

Karen shook her head. "It's alright." she said smiling up at him. "What do you..think it'll be?" she whispered softly bringing him closer slightly. "...Is this what you wanted?"

"I...want what you want." Ricky leaned down and gently kissed her stomach. "I want..." He glanced up at the ceiling before looking back at her, smiling. "I want a little baby boy. Uh..." He put a hand to her stomach, gently rubbing rhythmic little circles. "I mean, it's okay if you're a girl, too..." he murmured softly.

Karen smiled slightly. "..Then I hope it's a baby boy." she said softly. "He would get along with Kyo and Aram." she said softly touching his hand, before hearing the door-getting hit on. "What...was that?" she whispered softly. "We left Aram down stairs." she said squeezing his hand. "Someone's in the house.."

Ricky sat up straighter. He kissed her swiftly on the cheek and then jumped to his feet, glancing back at Karen. "Stay here, okay? I'll go downstairs." He phased through the floor, picking Aram up from the ground.

"Daddy?"

"Shh."

"Daddy!!! Where's Mommy?"

"Shush!" Ricky put a finger to his lips. "Shhh."

"Kay!" Aram mimicked Ricky. "Shh!"

Karen stared at the ground sadly. "Ricky becareful...alright?" she whispered as he dissappered threw the ground. She then heard a soft snicker behind her. "R-Ricky?"

"Sorry nope." whispered a old fermiler voice. "...wrong."

Karen's eyes widened. "A-Al.." she whispered before he pushed her back against the bed post. "..Let go or I'll scream."

"Aww...crying for the one who hurts you, huh?"

"He..doesn't anymore.." she whispered as Al tilted up her head.

"He will be so angry after this." he said smirking, before kissing her on the lips. Forcing her arms around his back.

"There's no one here." Ricky looked around the room, poked his head into the various other downstairs rooms.

"MOMMY!" Aram suddenly shrieked, clinging tightly to Ricky. He pounded his little fists against Ricky's chest. "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!"

"If there's someone here, then they'd have to be upstairs..." Ricky muttered, walking slowly, carefully up the stairs. "Weird..."

"Mommy... Want Mommy..." Aram was whimpering, burying his face in Ricky's chest.

Ricky glanced into his room, doing a double-take as he caught sight of Al. "You," he hissed angrily, almost dropping Aram. "Get away from her."

Eyes glowing a dull red, he placed Aram gently on the ground, throwing a red, glowing knife at Al. "Don't touch her!"

Al lifted up a simple hand looking at Ricky boredly. "What?" he asked grabbing the knife in his hand making it dissapper. "Touch her?" he said snickering. "Alright..." he said touching her left breast. "Grew since the last time I saw you, Karen.." he said as he squeezed his hand.

Karen moaned aloud looking at Ricky with a shocked look. She made that noise for him...she looked away closing her eyes.

Al smiled, "See..she does like me. She doesn't make that noise for just anyone."

Something inside Ricky snapped, leaving him trembling in anger. "I said don't fucking touch her!" he screamed, running across the room, pushing Al away from Karen. "Don't go anywhere near her. I'll kill you!"

"Mommy!" Aram whimpered, reaching his stubby little arms out towards her. "Mommy, Mommy doesn't love Daddy?" His little mind was working furiously trying to figure out why Karen would be kissed and touched by someone else. "Not love Daddy?"

Al snickered, softly. "You threaten me everytime...and I always get away.." he said dissappering. "My mission is complete."

Karen gapped down at Aram, then looked up at Ricky. "No..I do...love daddy.." she whispered staring at Ricky. "...Ricky...I-I.."

Ricky was trembling with anger as he turned around to face Karen. "You just let him do it..." he whispered, shaking. "You just let him..."

"Uh-oh," Aram said softly, looking between Karen and Ricky. "Daddy don't get mad at Mommy! Daddy Mommy make out! Get happy?"

Ricky formed a glowing knife in his hand and threw it violently at the floor where Al had been standing before he disappeared. He had been robbed of any words he wanted to say. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but he could only stare at Karen in sad, angry silence.  Ricky tried to start a sentence, but the only word he could force out was "you.."

Karen trembled placing a hand to her mouth. "Go...in the other room, Aram.." she said softly pushing him out. "I...couldn't...control my self.." she whispered staring at Ricky.

Ricky let out a soft whimper which turned into a hiss of anger. "Do you have any idea how much it kills me to see you with him?" Knives formed in both of his hands, but he didn't throw them. His hands were clenched hard around the handles as he tried to calm himself down. "Do you know how much it kills me!? You're not weak, Karen! Why didn't you defend yourself? Why didn't you try to stop him instead of just letting him touch you?" His voice cracked and he stood there, trembling as he tried to keep his anger in check. Don't hurt Karen, don't hurt Karen, don't hurt Karen... Not again...

Karen looked at him in fear as the knives appeared. "I couldn't...c-control myself." she said softly once again. "I'm sorry." she said looking away. "I...tried but I couldn't do anything.."

"It kills me..." Ricky whispered again. "It just kills me..." His hands tensed around his knies. "I'm going to kill him... You're mine... I hate when people touch things that belong to me."

"How many times...do I have to say it?" Karen whispered tilting her head down. "I'm not a posetion...I don't...belong to you." she said in a soft voice.

"You do belong to me!" Ricky snapped at her. The knives in his hands glowed a brighter shade of red. "You're mine! No one else can touch you! You belong to me!" He stabbed both knives into the wall on either side of her head. "Care to disagree?"

Karen gasped and stared at him. "I do disagree." she said staring at him with wide eyes. "...I understand the whole thing, you don't want me to be touched by anyone but you, I agree with that...but I...I am not a posetion!" she said with hard teary eyes. "...If you hurt me, you'll be hurting two people..." she said tilting her head down.

Ricky dropped his eyes down to Karen's stomach, biting his lip. He was torn; he wanted to hurt her and desperately didn't want to at the same time. "What's with that guy? He just loves to ruin my life, doesn't he?" He pressed his hand gently to Karen's stomach. Don't hurt them, don't hurt them, don't hurt them... "I don't want to hurt you..." He grabbed both her arms, squeezing them tightly. "Help me."

Karen winced and stared down at him sadly. "How..?" she asked tilted her head down. "I don't...know how."

"I don't..." Ricky squeezed her arms tighter, trying to control himself. "I don't know..." His eyes were glowing a faint shade of red, sad and trying not to be angry. "I don't know... Show me you love me... I don't want to be mad at you... I don't want to hurt you.."

"Ow..." Karen whispered as he squeezed her arms tighter. "...Ricky..." she whispered with teary eyes. "...How do I?"

"...Sorry." Ricky loosened his grip on her arms. "Just... Just... I don't know..." He looked away for a second and then suddenly pressed his lips to hers, kissing her hard. "Show me you love me.." His hands went to her chest as he kissed her again.   

Karen moaned suprised. Closing her eyes for a second before kissing him back. Slowly pulling out of the kiss she looked at him softly. "I need to...prove that I love you?" she asked sadly. "But I thought...I...thought."" she then pushed him back standing up from the bed, shaking her head. "I'm going to go...wash something."

"No," Ricky said, standing up and grabbing her arm. "Stay here. Please?" He squeezed his hand gently around her wrist. "Don't leave."

"I need...some time alone.." she said softly looking back at him. "...Let my wrist go, please." she said softly before phasing threw his grip.

"No!" Ricky raised his voice as she phased through his hand. "Please, you need to help me.." His legs quivered as he put his hands over his eyes. "I need you, I don't want to snap again... Please.."

Karen looked back at him sadly. "...Ricky." she said softly staring at him sadly. "...Being less then ten feet away from me, is killing you that badly?" she asked touching her stomach slightly. "...I need to get this strait with you.." she looked away from him. "...I don't belong...to you.".

Ricky looked away, glaring at the floor. "I just... I don't want him to touch you... I don't want him to come near you."

"I know..." She said softly, tilting her head down. "...I know..." she stepped forward towards the door. "Ricky, I promise...I won't- let him touch me ever again...alright?"