FOREVER ALWAYS END (RICKY'S STORY)

(1 year later) “Push Emma! Push !” Emma screamed, tears running down her cheeks as she pushed. “Almost there! One more, Emma, come on! Push !” She screamed again, leaning forward and pushing hard. I watched as she fell back with a painful sigh, followed by an infant’s screams and cries. I held her hand, rubbing her fingers with my thumb and kissing the top of her head. Amanda was on her other side, repeating over and over that she ‘did great’ and ‘you did it, it’s over’. “Congratulations, Mrs. Swift. It’s a girl,” the nurse said, handing her a tiny pink bundle. Emma took the bundle in her arms and glanced down, smiling through tears of happiness. “Hello, my precious, little angle,” she whispered at the tiny bundle. I glanced at the infant and immediately grew happy. The baby girl in Emma’s arms glanced up at me with ice-blue eyes, but continued to scream and cry. Her hair was pitch black, like mine. She had Emma’s round nose and facial structure, but that was about it. She was beautiful- in every way. “Hello, my little girl,” I whispered to her. I turned my head to look at Emma, who was already smiling up at me. “What should her name be?” I whispered to her, stroking her shoulder gently with my thumb. After a few moments of thinking, she finally smiled and said, “Abigail. I want her name to be Abigail.” “Abigail,” I repeated. “That’s a beautiful name.” -------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------

(10 months later) “My brother’s going to be released from the hospital tomorrow.” I looked up from the charts and graphs on my laptop to find Emma standing in the office doorway, holding Abigail at her hip. “What?” She shifted Abigail to her other side and sighed. “Yeah, I just got a call from my dad. Apparently he’s been treated and is taking his medication like he’s supposed to. They decided it was okay to release him as long as he lives with someone in the family.” It took me a few moments to process everything she was telling me. “Is that even legal? I mean… he killed so many-“ “I know,” she interrupted. “But if the doctors say he’s better… then why shouldn’t he be able to live with someone in the family?” “I don’t want you anywhere near him, Emma,” I said firmly, standing up. “Ricky-, “she began. “No. Not after what he did, Emma.” She sighed and narrowed her eyes at me. “Ricky, he’s my brother.” “I don’t care who he is, you’re not going near him.” She tried to blink away the tears that were forming at the edges of her eyes, but one escaped and slid down her cheek. “I already told my dad I would pick him up tomorrow,” she whispered. “I got to talk to him and he wants to meet Abigail.” “No, absolutely not,” I told her, taking a few steps forward. She shifted Abigail in her arms again and looked up at me. “I don’t want that monster anywhere near you, let alone my child.” “That monster , Ricky,” she began, “is my brother. Despite what he’s done, he’s still my brother. My father has already agreed to release him from the hospital, but he’s in Brazil for the rest of the month and asked me to pick him up. I told him I would and whether you like it or not I’m going to do what my father asked me to do.” She was glaring at me with anger burning in her hazel eyes. Emma has never yelled at me like that before. Sighing, I forced myself to stay calm and put my hand to her cheek. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you if he had some sort of breakdown and attacked you in the process.” She placed her free hand on the top of mine and kissed me. “Nothing will happen as long as he’s taking his medication. And the doctors have ensured us that he has been. Please,” she begged. “He misses me. And he wants to meet Abigail so badly.” I sighed again. Maybe she was right about her brother. What if he really is better? “Okay,” I finally agreed. “But I want you to keep in touch with me so I know you and Abigail are okay.” I watched her face light up as she smiled widely. She kissed me, then said, “Thank you, sweetheart.” “I love you,” I said. Abigail began crying before she could reply. Emma started shushing Abigail quietly and bouncing her up and down while patting her back gently. I think someone’s hungry,” she said to Abigail in her ‘baby-talk’ voice. She went to leave, but turned around and kissed me once more. “I love you more. Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” I said as she walked out of the office, off to feed Abigail. “I love you.” ~ (The next morning) “Call me when you get there, okay?” I told her through the van door window as she got her seatbelt on. “Okay.” Click. She turned to me. “I wish you could some. I’m going to be lonely for the two hours I have to drive on the way there.” “What about Abigail?” I asked, glancing at the car seat behind Emma’s seat. “She’s asleep, and I want to keep it that way,” she said. “I know, I’m sorry. But I have a very important meeting today that I can’t miss,” I said. “I know, I know,” she said back, rolling her eyes. “But I will miss you.” “I’ll miss you, too. I love you, Emma.” “I love you, too, Ricky,” she said. I leaned in and kissed her hard. I loved her so much, and I didn’t want anything to happen to her. It would kill me if anything bad had ever happened. She pulled back and I opened the side door to kiss Abigail goodbye. She was bundled up in her favorite pink blanket and clutching her worn-out teddy bear in one hand, sleeping soundly inside of her carrier. I kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Goodbye, my precious angel.” I closed the door and waved to Emma as she pulled out of the driveway. She waved back and blew me a kiss. I pretended to catch it and place it on my heart. She laughed and then rolled up her window. She waved at me again and then drove out of sight. “Goodbye, my sweet Emma,” I whispered. “Goodbye.” -------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------------------

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Chapter 5 “Mr. Swift?” I looked over to the open door of the conference room, along with several other pairs of eyes, to see the front desk receptionist peeking into the room. “Yes?” I asked him, setting my pen down. “There’s a phone call for you. I’ve been told it’s an emergency,” he said, worry in his voice. I pushed my chair back and quickly walked to the door, ignoring the stares of my fellow business employees. I pushed past the man and walked to the desk next to the doors of the conference room. I picked up the phone that was sitting on the desk and raised it to my ear with shaky hands. “Hello? This is Ricky Swift.” “Hello Mr. Swift. I’m sorry to tell you that there has been a serious car accident,” a woman on the phone said, sounding apologetic. I almost dropped the phone. “What?” “I’m very sorry. The vehicle drove off of a bridge, instantly killing all of the passengers in the car.” My heart stopped. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “Everybody?” “Yes sir. I’m sorry.” I dropped the phone and heard it crash to the ground. I was on the floor as well, sitting up against the desk. The tears were falling from my eyes and everything was blurry. A woman in a black suit was kneeling next to me, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. I just stared at the floor, crying. “Emma,” I whispered. “Abigail.” Gone. They were bother gone. Emma and Abigail, the two people in this world who made my life complete- gone. Everything got blurry- then I finally blacked out.

Chapter 6 “Mr. Swift?” My eyes flew open at the sounds of the female voice. “Emma?” I asked, gazing up at the blurry face with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. “Emma!” “Sir? You’re in the hospital. You fainted; you hit the floor so hard you suffered a severe cut on your left temple,” the voice said. I blinked again so my vision was clearer, and when I opened my eyes, I discovered it wasn’t Emma who was talking to me. It was a woman in a nurse’s outfit, holding a clipboard and staring down at me. “You’re not Emma,” I said. “I’m sorry, I thought…” She smiled sadly. “It’s okay, sir.” Her smile was just like Emma’s. The tears came quickly when I remembered that I would never see Emma again. She was gone- they bother were. “I’m sorry, sir. Did I say something?” she asked worriedly. I ignored her and sat up, threw the blankets off of me and began to get out of the hospital bed. “Sir, please lay back down,” she protested as I pulled the IVs from my arms. She put her hands on my shoulders and my heart stopped. I froze and gazed down at her. She reminded me so much of… Emma. “Sir, please,” she said again. She looked so much like Emma… Her dark brown hair, her sparkling hazel eyes… I couldn’t stop myself before I leaned down and brought my lips to hers, kissing her hard. She pushed against my chest and tried to scream, but I held on to her. I was pulled away from her by a doctor and she stumbled backwards, falling into the monitor. I fought back against the doctor, trying to get to her. “Emma!” I screamed. She scrambled up and backed away from me. But why? Why was Emma running? Why was Emma scared of me? “Emma!” I broke free from the doctor’s grasp and ran to her. She backed away some more, but I grabbed her so she couldn’t run. “I’m not Emma! My name’s Kristy!” she screamed at me. I froze again, loosening my grip on her. She stepped back and I looked away. She wasn’t Emma… Emma was… dead… I finally snapped. I ran out of the room and into the hallway. “Where’s Emma?!” I yelled, listening to the echo. Hands grabbed me and held me down a I fought against them. I felt a sharp pain in my neck, and everything went blurry. “Emma… Where’s…” I mumbled. I saw figures hovering above me as I laid on the ground. I finally slipped into unconsciousness and everything went black once more. --------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------------

Chapter 7 I held the tiny pink blanket close to my chest as they lowered the casket into the ground. Emma’s father was next to me, quiet and crying, like me. They had already lowered Emma’s casket into the ground, and were filling it with freshly ground soil. Emma’s father turned and held something out to me. “You changed my daughter’s life, Ricky,” he said as I looked down at the white envelope in his hand. “I don’t think I could ever thank you enough.” I took the envelope from him and opened it slowly. It was a check… for a lot of money. I turned to him, confused. “Sir?” “I heard you lost your job after your outburst at the hospital, and that your house is about to be foreclosed. After what happened, this is the least I could do for you.” It was true. After the outburst at the hospital, the woman sued me for sexual harassment. The next day, I was fired after they heard about it. A week later I was given a notice that my house was to be foreclosed due to a lack in payments. My life was going downhill more and more every day. “Sir,” I told him, handing the envelope back. “I can’t take this.” He pushed it back. “You can and you will .” Letting out a sigh, I held my other hand out to him. He grasped it in his warm hand and shook it. I knew there was no denying George. He was a respected business man almost everyone in the state knew. There was no saying ‘no’. “Thank you.” “No, thank you .” They had finished lowering Abigail’s casket into the ground and began to fill it with soil. “Wait,” I said, walking over to them. I kneeled down to the ground and dropped a bundle of pink daisies into the grave. They were the same flowers that were painted on Abigail’s wall. She loved them almost as much as her teddy bear, which was safely buried with her in her casket. When I stood back up, I was given sad looks by the three men who were burying her. I looked away, refusing to let anybody see me cry. I turned back to where George was standing under the tree, but he was nowhere in sight. I knew he left, though. It was hard for him to be here. He had lost the last of his family, just like I had, so I knew the pain he was feeling at the moment. To have everyone you loved- suddenly gone and taken away from you. I felt at peace, but only the slightest bit, when I found out what really happened with the car accident. My suspicions about Emma’s brother were wrong. A semi-truck blew a tire and it swerved into Emma’s lane, then hit the van in the process. The impact of the blow was so hard, she swerved and drove off of the side of the bridge. Crying silently, I left the graveyard without looking back.

am confused in this episode... did I miss any episode or what... I don't understand this scenario

Eyaa,ricky am sori 4 d lost

Chapter 8 “How do you feel?” I closed my eyes and folded my hands on my stomach. My head rested on the comfy, leather arm of the couch I was laying on. I sighed at the question. “Still sad, but mostly numb.” I didn’t want to explain to him that it wasn’t the only emotion I was feeling, because I didn’t know what I was feeling either. It was a mixture of sadness, depression, regret, desperation, love, longing… and anger. I longed to see my sweet Emma again. I would do anything just to see her sweet lips smiling at me once more. “Any nightmares?” The man asked me. I shook my head slightly. I would’ve rather been anywhere but here. I didn’t need a shrink. I wasn’t crazy- just incredibly sad. The only reason I was here was because George had insisted I see someone. He thought it would ‘help’. It’s doing anything but ‘helping’. The doctor flipped his notepad to another page. “Have you been seeing Emma?” My heart skipped a beat at the sound of her name being spoken. “Everywhere,” I admitted. It didn’t matter where I went- I saw Emma everywhere. Any girl who looked like her, I was sure it was her, on TV, in magazines… Her face was inescapable. The doctor let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose underneath his glasses. “Ricky, I know this is hard for you. And this may be a little difficult for you to hear, but Emma is not coming back. She’s dead. Yes, it is normal for you to think you saw her, but you can’t get your hopes up. I told you this last time you came here. You must stop getting your hopes up.” My anger burned through my body. I couldn’t remember what had happened next. I grabbed the crystal figure on the table next to me and plunged it into the doctor’s through. Scarlet-red blood rained over me as he spit out the warm liquid. I pulled out the crystal figure and banged it against him repeatedly. Blood was spraying all over the room as I hit him again and again, trying to get all of my anger out. The crystal finally slipped out of my hands, so I covered my eyes and cried. “Emma…” I whispered into the silence. “Come back to me…” I uncovered my face and glanced down at the disfigured form of the face that used to be the doctors. Blood covered my hands and face, and various items in the room. I widened my eyes. What had I done? I killed an innocent men… out of my anger… But what scared me even more was the I felt… satisfied somehow. Satisfied with the sudden urge I got to kill. And now I didn’t feel anger, but relief and satisfaction. What was I becoming? -------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------------

Chapter 9 I placed the necklace into the box and closed the lid. Another girl who wasn’t the right one. The blood on my hands made me cringe, but I shook my head and focused on the task at hand. I hadn’t only killed the girl, but her boyfriend as well. If it wasn’t for him, we would’ve been together forever. Images of his face as I stabbed him repeatedly flashed through my mind. “Why?” I whispered. The anger boiled inside of me. I spoke louder. “Why?!” My fists slammed down onto the lid of the box, denting it slightly. Police sirens echoed from down the street. I needed to get out of here- fast. Or my quest for Emma would be over. I slid into my car, placing the box in the passenger seat, and raced away from the house. ~ “Hi, I’m Kim.” I glanced up, seeing a pale hand outstretched towards me. I gazed up at the face of the girl and my heart stopped. She... she looked like Emma. “Hi,” I managed to choke out. I grasped her hand and shook it. She pulled her hand back and motioned for me to follow her. I stood up and obliged. “I’m Ricky.” “Well hello, Ricky. What can I do for you today?” she asked, walking side-by-side with me down the hallway, which was crowded with people. “I’m looking for a little girl,” I said. “A little girl?” I nodded. She smiled at me and my heart beat faster. I had come to an orphanage, looking for Abigail. Was it fate? Was Emma, I mean Kim, here with Abigail? My mind reeled, and I felt like hugging Kim at that very second. But I knew I couldn’t. Too many witnesses. “Well, I’m only a volunteer here, so I’m not allowed to agree to any adoptions made,” she said with a hint of disappointment. She pointed to herself, giving me a half-smile. “I’m still in high school, so legally I can’t sign over a child to you.” “Oh,” I said, my voice full of disappointment. “But,” she said in a lighter tone. “I can get you into an office with one of the officials and put in a good word for you. You look like you would make a good dad.” I fought back a blush, but I must’ve failed, cause she smiled wider when she looked at me. “In fact, I’m almost sure of it.” I was speechless. She spoke the same way as Emma. “Thank you,” I managed to say without looking like a complete idiot. “No problem,” she said cheerfully. She led me down the hall and turned abruptly, then opened a door to her left, motioning me inside. “I’ll get someone in here as soon as possible.” “Thank you.” She nodded, then left me alone in the room. I stared after her, knowing exactly what I had to do. She was the one for me, and she would be mine. Forever. --------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- -----

Chapter 10 “No, please!” She threw the vase at me. I blocked it with my arm, letting it crash to the floor. Watter and flower petals went everywhere, but I paid no mind to it. I continued to move closer to her. She held the sheet up, covering her naked body, and backed up to the wall. Tears streaked down her face, but I knew they were tears of happiness. “Shh,” I shushed her. “Kimberly, it’s okay.” “No, stay away from me!” She grabbed an antique plate that was on display on the table next to her and flung it at me. I was unprepared, so it it me on the side of the head. I went down to the floor, my vision blurry and disoriented. “Kimberly, get back here!” I choked out, getting up from the floor. She ran past me, heading for the door. I grabbed her ankled and she screamed, going down to the ground. I pulled her to me, then got on top of her. She fought, screaming loudly, but I pinned her hands to the wet, wooden floor. “No, leave me alone!” she yelled through tears. “Kim, shut up!” I yelled. “I thought you loved me!” “Loved you?” she said harshly, not fighting anymore. “I don’t love you! You’re a psycho who needs help!” My eyes widened. A psycho? She thought I was a psycho for loving her? I felt the tears fall from my eyes. Emma would never say something like this. It was clear to me now, that I had misjudged my choice again. Kimberly wasn’t the one either. I released her hands, and she stiffened beneath me when she saw my face. “I’m a psycho?” I asked. She tried to slid out from beneath me, but I didn’t let her. My hands quickly went for her throat, and I squeezed. I squeezed harder and harder until her pulse beat slower and slower. “No...please, Ricky!” she choked out. Her eyes were wide with fear, and I only squeezed tighter. I didn’t want to see those eyes. They hurt too much. Her eyelids fluttered until she finally stopped breathing. I released my hands from her throat and got off of her. My search for Emma still wasn’t over. But I knew, somehow, someway, I would find her again. Or I would die trying. --------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- ------- it was from here Sophie came into the story THE END!!!!! I'M COMING UP WITH ANOTHER HORROR!!! WATCH OUT FOR IT....

here's a POEM FROM RICKY TO SOPHIE From Ricky to Sophie I saw you standing there, in the cold darkness of the night. Glowing beneath the light of the neon, Hair like silk, so dark and long, eyes so bright and friendly. Standing beside your bed, Several nights later. I gaze down at you, Sleeping soundly, eyes closed, and snoring softly. I fight the urge to touch your skin, to run my fingers through your hair. I want you to know that I exist, That I love you with burning passions. But you cringe away from me, Frightened, behind your barking dog. I keep trying and trying, To tell you that I want you to be mine. I pull you in close, ignoring your cries, inhaling deeply, smelling only lavender. You continue to fight, but I pay no mind. You will be mine, forever and always.

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