Black Waves

When Blood Pours

Remington goes into the bathroom and locks the door. He turns on the bathtub and sighs. He looks at the mirror and his eyes are still blood shot. The bruises on his throat are dark. Everything about me is ugly. Whore. What else was I supposed to do? Tell the man yes, you can kill my boyfriend? Whore. You just wanted someone's dick in you. Something new, exciting. Whore.

Remington pops open a bottle of vodka and takes a a sip, cringing. 

Remington- I'm not going to answer the door. Don't come.

Andy- Stop being a dick. Answer the fucking door when I come

Remington- You wanted a break, we are taking a break. Shit even more than just a break. Don't. We are over. Forget my name asshole

He waits for the water to rise a little more before going in, still wearing the clothes William told him to wear. He chugs more of the vodka for liquid courage. He's scared out of his mind but he fucked everything up. He hears his phone and ring and sees it is Andy. He reluctantly answers the phone. 

"What do you want now."

"Rem, I need to make sure you are okay."

"Andy I'm not fucking okay. But I'm alive. Leave me alone."

"Rem...it's just a break. Not the end of the world. I need to clear my head and figure out what the fuck is going on between us. So should you."

"Andy, I don't want a break."

Andy sighs, "Rem, we need some space."

"Then we need more than space Andy. We need to leave each other alone for good."

Andy gulps. "Rem baby, don't be saying shit you don't mean. I love you darling. I just need time to think."

"No. The one time I need you the most is now and you need a break to think things through. I thought I was doing what was best. I didn't know I was going to get raped."

"He had you wearing skimpy revealing clothes and you didn't think he was going to touch you?"

"He fucking pulled a gun on me Andy! Would you rather me get shot in the head or suck a fucking dick? Andy, don't talk to me ever again. I'm done."

Andy stops. What the fuck happened and why can't he just tell me everything? "Rem, are you going to hurt yourself?"

Remington hangs up. He takes the anxiety meds he has and dumps half of them in his mouth. He takes a couple swigs of vodka and swallows them all down. He does it again until the pill bottle is empty. He moves on to his bottle of Xanax, swallows all of them easily with his alcohol. Remington sighs, leaning back into the tub. When the room starts to get dizzy he picks up the razor from the side of the tub. He is so high he won't feel a thing. He presses as deep as he can into his left wrist before having to stop. The blood is filling the bathtub fast and he starts to feel queasy. He repeats the same onto his other wrist and feels like he is laying on a cloud. 

Remington- I love you

Andy- Rem...I'm here let me in

Remington- No, just know I love you. 

Andy reads the message and grows worried. He runs to the front desk and smiles at the receptionist. "I lost my key to room 226. Can I get another key card please?"

The young receptionist blushes at Andy and smiles. "Sure! I just need a name on the room."

"Leith." 

"Okay Mr. Leith here you go! Don't hesitate to come back if you need more help." She winks at him as he walks away. Andy runs up to Remington's room and unlocks the door.

"Rem, I'm not mad. We need to talk. There is nothing wrong with us taking a small fucking break." He looks around and sees no sign of the man. 

"Rem?" He yells out, walking around the suite. He feels the carpet becoming wet by the bathroom door. His heart sinks.

He opens the door quickly to see the bathroom floor flooded. Remington is laying in the tub pale as a ghost. The bathtub is red, water pouring over the edge.

"Rem, baby, Remi?" Andy runs over to him and pulls him so he is sitting up. Remington is completely limp against the man. 

"Remington baby, please, wake up sweetie." Andy is starting to panic. He quickly calls 911 and they tell him to start chest compressions. Fuck this isn't the first time I've had to do this with this man.

"Sir, are both of his wrists bleeding? How much blood is there?"

"A lot," Andy whimpers, pressing onto his boyfriend's chest. "Remi baby don't go please," Andy tears up. He can't see past the tears and continues pound on his chest. "I take it all fucking back. I don't want a break. I need you baby. Remember we are moving to New York? Or Miami? Or wherever the fuck you want to go. We can get married and live by ourselves. Adopt a bunch of fucking dogs and cats. Just wake up baby. Don't go. It's not time"

The paramedics arrive and wrap his wrists up in bandages. They strap him to a bed and one stands on the side railing, giving compressions, while one has intubated him and is bagging him for air.