Tonight is the Night I Die {Palaye Royale}

{•XXIII•}

⚠️Warning: Chapter contains mentions of self harm, violence and death. If affected, please read with caution.️⚠️

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{•Remington•}

She breathed softly against me, her fingertips softly tracing the tattoos on my chest.

Her body was warm against mine, my arms around her small body as she curled up against me under the sheets, the only sounds heard were the soft winds blowing against the sails outside, along with the waves crashing against the rocks and shore.

"Thank you....." Lynette softly whispered.

I smiled and looked down at her, then leaned down as I kissed her temple and stroked her cheek with my thumb.

"I love you," I murmured, pulling her close as she softly twirled a strand of my hair between her fingers.

"I love you, too...." She said.

She smiled as I pulled her closer to me, when I suddenly felt something on her leg.

I furrowed my brows and looked down, Lynette freezing and covering her scars.

"Lynette, what happened to you....?" I asked in shock.

She looked away. "I-I swear, Remington, I...."

I was confused, but then it hit me.

That's why the smell of blood would be so strong from her....

"Lynette..... Oh...." I said sadly, softly stroking her hair. "When did this begin?"

She looked down. "After around my 16th foster home..... The dad there practically beat us for sport....... Made me feel like I deserved all of bruises, since I was the oldest.... I was only 12....."

"My god....." I said in shock.

"Thankfully, a neighbor called the cops when we managed to escape a drunk rampage, and..... We got moved to another home..."I said. "The habit stuck, though.... Got worse after I aged out, and then more so after Trevor became abusive himself..."

I pulled her into my arms, letting her cling to me.

"I tried stopping after I met you, but.... The nightmares started getting worse, and.... The rebellion, all the questions..... It...." she mumbled.

I looked down and sighed. "I'm so sorry, Lynette..... You never deserved any of that...."

She sniffled and wiped at her tears.

"Tell me what I can do to help you..." I asked.

She looked up at me. "You don't hate me?"

"Of course not.... Why would I?" I said. "Lynette, you've suffered far too much, and have been alone for so long.... You don't have to be alone anymore...."

She looked up at me, her eyes getting watery.

I pulled her into my arms as she sniffled and clung to me. 

"I'm going to help anyway I can.... You don't ever have to torture yourself like this ever again...."

She looked up and smiled at me as we shared a passionate kiss.

We then laid back down and held each other close.

{•Sebastian•}

"Unbelievable.... You'd think they would at least try and make it back as soon as they could," I grumbled.

"Would you quit muttering like a madman?!" Emerson sassed. "Come help me with these death records already! Its like everyone's having the oracle do all the damn work here!!"