Dance for Me

26

ANDY'S POINT OF VIEW:

I don't remember getting in the car. I don't remember the drive home or the occasional screams coming out from the trunk. I barely even remember James helping me up the stairs to my room. Fuck it's all a blur.

I woke up the next morning feeling sore as hell, groaning at the uncomfortable angle I slept. When I opened my eyes it all came back to me...where's my baby? I glance at the other side of my bed, you know, he wasn't even here long. But that was his side. His pillows. I notice the sweater he was wearing crumpled up at the corner of the bed and I grab it, holding it to my chest. Everything Remi owns is so soft. Dante is the leather queen, but my Remi, he is so delicate. It even smells like him too. I found out during his short stay that he is obsessed with Bath and Body Works. Their candles, their lotions and perfumes. He never bought any except for his black cherry and vanilla body spray and lotion. He is so fucking simple, I wanted to take him to pick out all the candles he wanted. I still will, when I can convince him to come back home.

I wonder if Remi realized who exactly Drake and this Jeremy guy is. Remi had originally told me he wasn't affiliated with any gangs but did he realize that fucking Drake was with the Vipers? And Jeremy...fuck that's a whole another story. Austin was able to tell me about him. He is 9 Viper's second hand to Ash. There's no way all the shit that's going down doesn't have to do with them and I'm going to lock down my people more. But my poor fucking Remi, he didn't even know that he was a play toy to these gangs. That it automatically made him affiliated with them. My poor baby, you don't deserve it. You are my last key to keeping everyone safe honey.

I gave Simmons, James, and Ricky the go ahead to try to extract any information from the guy downstairs, we don't even know his name yet. All I know is he is the one that said he wanted to take me out. But why? I can't wait to heal a bit more to find out myself. Hopefully tomorrow I can.

For now, all I can do is hold on to his sweater. He will be back soon, I know it. That beautiful boy will be safe, I just hope he doesn't manage to find trouble in the meantime.

REMI'S POINT OF VIEW:

December weather sucks. The only warm thing I have on my body is my peacoat, but that can't block all of nature's elements. I've been staying at a park that's about two miles from my job so it's an easy walk, but fuck is it cold. I miss the man I left behind but I know it's for the better. I can't let him get hurt...I'm just so fucking thankful that the hit on him didn't go as planned and he's still alive. I hated feeling so helpless, that I'd never see his beautiful blue eyes again, that he'd be gone from this world because of me.  But as long as he is alive and well, that is good enough for me.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him. We weren't even really together all that long but the moments we were, wow, it was like fireworks. I became addicted quick and that scares the fuck out of me. It sucks being a person that has to stay away from others so they don't get hurt. I rather stay my unwanted, outcasted self. I just hope Andy can forgive me someday.

For now, I have to come up with a plan rather quick. I need a place to go, I don't have enough for an apartment yet...I need to work more. Even if that means that bastard stalking me again... God I hope not. I still have nightmares from when he tried to kill me, even when he accidentally stabbed me in my hip when he was aiming for higher, it still hurts sometimes. The world is fucking insane.

The weather is too fucking cold to stay outside but what other choice do I have? I can't let anyone know where I am, it will put them in danger. I fucking hate myself...would it be easier to go back to drugs so I don't care about anything around me? Feel numb, be free, eventually die. It doesn't sound like a bad plan right now.

But I need to figure out how to make money  fast, I guess I can start dancing every night like I used to. I just don't know if any of Drake's people will come after me because I owed him money...fuck there is always something. Rent out here is fucking outrageous, I'm just so tired of living. I miss growing up in a warm bed with family who loved me. What if I never told them? Would they have still loved me or would they still have kicked me out? I guess I was a fuck up from the day I was born.

Well, one way to make more money I guess...would be to sell myself. I can offer lap dances now and instead of offering all access pass from Bill, I don't even get a cent of that unless if they tip me...I can invite them to take me home? I don't even know what money people make doing that...fuck. I guess I'll have to find out.