Black Waves

When The Love Is Gone

The next morning, Remington wakes up with a huge migraine. He was on the same black couch but all of his clothes were on the floor. He looks over to see William naked as well, still asleep. Remington feels his stomach drop. What the fuck is all over me? He grabs his clothes and runs to the bathroom, trying to clean himself up. His hands are shaking and he looks in the mirror. He has bruises covering his body. He fucking raped me. He checks his phone and sees Andy never read or responded to his texts. What the fuck? He runs out the door and groans in pain.  

Remington goes into a taxi and and covers his head with his hands and cries. He fucking raped me. Why didn't Andy respond to me? He has the taxi drop him off at the hotel and Remington takes the elevator to the sixth floor. He is scared out of his mind. Why didn't Andy come find me? Or what if Andy found someone else and was preoccupied. Remington gulped and blinked back tears. I am so fucking scared. He opens the door to his room and Andy is sitting on a chair. 

"Didn't think you'd show up back here." Remington is wide eyed, feeling uncomfortable.

"You think it's okay to go cheat on me after we have a small fucking fight? Are you that big of a whore?" Andy yells. "And to go and do it with my producer? Do you have any class? Or are you just obsessed with dick so much you don't care who fucks you?"

Remington has tears coming down his cheeks. "I...I tried texting you. I didn't fuck anyone Andy. I would never do that to you."

Andy laughs and shakes his head. "You expect me to believe that crock of shit?"

Remington is shaking and hugging himself. "Andy...please..."

"Bull shit. I walked in on you two! Get your shit and get out Remington. Have a good fucking life you whore."

Remington is sobbing at this point. "Andy please listen to me! I'd never cheat on you! He did something to my drink!" Remington shakily puts his hands on Andy's arms, letting the tears fall down. "Please believe me! I didn't want any of this!"

Andy smacks him hard across the face, making Remington fall against the wall. "Stop fucking lying to me Remington! Me and Lonny walked in on you!  And why the hell would you go into a private room with him for any other reason then just to fuck! Get the fuck out!" Andy grabs Remington's bookbag and shoves it at him. 

Remington is holding his cheek and hyperventilating. "Andy...please..." He whimpers. 

"You are nothing but a fucking slut." Andy roughly grabs Remington and stands him up. He grabs him by the back of his shirt and shoves him outside the hotel door. 

"Andy!" He yells through his sobs. 

"Don't contact me again you fucking whore." He slams the door shut. Remington rests his head against the door sobbing. He wipes the tears quickly and walks back down in the lobby and calls a taxi. He has the taxi take him to the airport and he flies back home to California, where he will stay until his week break is over. 

When Remington lands, the first thing he does is drives over to Andy's house. He rather do it now before the man comes back. Whore. He whimpers as he feels the bruises on his arms. He doesn't know what to do or who to talk to. He's always been told men can't get raped. Slut. He walks into the house and runs up the stairs, packing his clothes away hurriedly. He gets all his makeup and shoes from the room and takes it all back down to his car. He didn't have much at his ex's house but they had also just started living together. He leaves his key on the coffee table in the living room and locks the door. He walks out sobbing.