Wicked Game

Chapter 35

Author's Notes: Hiya! So, all of you have been asking for the same Christmas present. They all have these two words in 'em: Ricky and Die! (I love how those words go together!) And Christmas is almost here! So, read to find out Ricky's final destination! (Tee-hee!) Oh, and I'll give a cool prize that I haven't thought of yet to the reader who can guess my wacky nickname, given to me by my big brother! You'll NEVER guess! But you can try! ~~Alex

Quotes of the day:

First Place: #1: Gold: Numero UNO!:  

"omg they need to kill Ricky lol maybe Santa will run him over with his reindeer (haha instead of grandma got ran over by a reindeer it will b Ricky got ran over by a reindeer lol o ad I know I'm a bit late on the kill Ricky comments). I think she should name the baby something u never hear (can't think of something right now). O and b4 I forget make her and Adam together again soon they are so cute together and Adam really needs to know about the baby. Love the story update soon plzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!" -Twilighter94

Second Place: #2: Silver: Numero Dos:  

"yeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh booooooooyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Haha, ooh, what if Ricky were to 'accidentally' suffocate in jail? I know someone who could make that happen, I can make the call right now! You should name the baby something completely and totally original, like.... Joseph John Jacob Jingle Hymer Smitt Bill Tom Kaulitz. The third, of course." - Longtime321

Third Place: #3: Bronze: Numero Tres: 

"Oh, man. I love this story. It's so incredibly funny. I was laughing and I'm pretty sure my parents heard me and thought I'm a nutcase. But, I agree with the others, Ricky should very much die. Then she could go live with Adam and be in love, and have her kid (that I named Patrick, Pattie for shortxD) and live happily ever after. Ooh! And Drew and Kia (0_0 that is there names right?) should get married. Yup. That's it. Lemme sum it up: Ricky DIE, Adam and Rachel reunite, have Patrick, and Drew and Kia get married. OOH. THEY SHOULD HAVE A DOUBLE MARRIAGE. xD" -surahh

Thank you all!

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Gah. I knew that last piece of pie was too much; but come on, I'm pregnant! It's made me even more of a glutton than before! I can't help it! Well, right now I can't.

Its Thanksgiving night, and I just met my family. That's all my new aunts, uncles, cousins, blah, blah, blah.

I am seven months in. It's nearly time. I think I'm going to be sick. Though that might just be that last piece of pumpkin pie...

I lied down in bed and just stayed still for a while, enjoying the silence that surrounded me.

I wish I could see Adam. Or just talk to him, even if it was just for a minute. I mean, I'm having his baby! He deserves to know! But I can't even try to contact him; not if I value me and my son's life.

Ricky could track me down that way; even in prison.

It's creepy.

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I found myself staring at the home phone inexplicably. Ok, it's explainable. I want to talk to Adam. I need to hear his voice; I need him.

At eight months in, I look like I swallowed a balloon whole.

I'm not kidding.

It's that round.

I grabbed the phone and held it in my hands.

I looked down at my (huge) stomach, and I smiled.

I finally decided what to name him.

He's going to be Patrick Adam Hart.

No, he already is!

Now the question is: should I call his father?

No; I want to, but I can't.

I just can't risk little Patrick's life; I don't care if I die, but I don't want anything to happen to Patrick.

And right now, if something happened to me, it'd happen to him.

So I put the phone down, curled up on the couch and cried myself to sleep.

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I doubled over in pain and anxiety.

Where is Walter when you need him?

The baby is due in like, two weeks!

Two freaking weeks!

This past week has been pure hell.

I've had stomach pains, back pains, just pain, pain, pain!

This pain is killing me. I need Adam here with me! He should be here with me! This is his son, too!

It's not fair! Why did Ricky have to pick me? Why me? If it weren't for him, I'd have a completely normal life! My mom would be alive, I'd be with Adam, and we'd all be safe.

But, no! He just has to go and ruin my life every second of every day!

I hate him. He should just... die!

A slow, painful, tortuous death!

Mua-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

I cried out in pain as I felt something was just...stabbing at my stomach.

It freaking hurts!

I fell to the floor and writhed.

"Walter!"

No answer.

"Tina!"

No answer.

"Somebody!"

No answer.

"Oh dear God," I mumbled to myself.

I heard the door open and Walter's familiar voice, and he cried, "I've got cookies!"

"Walter," I said fiercely. "Forget the cookies!"

He gasped. "But... you love your cookies!"

And this is one of the many reasons why he's more of a big brother than a parental figure. He IS only twenty-five, after all.

"It hurts... it hurts!" I whispered, clutching my stomach in pain.

His face fell and he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"You don't mean..." he shook his head, disgruntled.

Tina walked in singing, "Pizza for dinner!"

But when she saw the non-cheerful aura that was transmitting in the room, her face also fell.

She dropped the grocery bag she was carrying when she saw the look on our faces.

"Oh, God," she gaped.

"It's time," Walter said uneasily.

He doesn't mean...

He can't...

I can't....

But I am.

Omigod.

Omigod.

OMIGOD.

Patrick is coming.

And this is where I passed out.