A Devil for Me

Punching Bag

"Remington and I kissed a while ago" 

The words that stuck in his head all night. Making his sleep uncomfortable. Being up all hours of the night to toss and turn. How could the other sleep so soundly knowing that was what he had said? Any ounce of guilt he didn't feel he would soon. With a sigh, he got up out of the bed, making his way to the bathroom to shower. The time on the clock read 1:30 am. They needed to be on the bus by 4. 

Coming out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, he dried his hair with another one, going to open up his suitcase while glancing at the other suitcase. Texting the guys to let them know he would be ready by half past 2. Nothing more than that, he got his suitcase, quietly walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him. With a sigh, he let the front desk know that he would be leaving. The lady at the front desk was confused about why he showed up alone. 

"Ah, Mr.Biersack, everything okay? You're checking out alone." 

"Yes, everything's alright. Just getting ready to leave for the last part of the tour." 

With a slight nod, he disappeared out the spinning doors, out to the Uber that had been waiting for a few minutes that would take him to the tour bus. Leaning his head back against the seat, he glanced up at the hotel before it had been out of eye range. 

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Having woken up right after Andy left the room, Dustin frowned. He hadn't done this before, so why now? He always told him or left a note when he would leave. Maybe the Uber they would take would be waiting? He could be in the lobby. Maybe. He did sleep in late. Quickly brushing his teeth and showering, he got his suitcase after he got dressed. He went down to the lobby himself with a keycard in hand before asking the front desk. 

"Umm.. ma'am? Did another male check out here? About 6'2, tattoos?" 

"Ah, yes. he checked out saying that he was heading on tour, why?"

Bam. Right in the chest. He'd been left there. In the hotel. Emotions welling up to have him start softly sobbing. Enough that the lady sat him down in a chair to give him tissues. It reminded him of when his mom dropped him off and his stuff at the shelter with her new boyfriend in the passenger seat. Hugging himself and rocking in his chair, he buried his head in his knees, suitcase at his feet. 

Eyes clouded and watery, he shakily texts the two men he knew who lived nearby. Placing his phone in his pocket after the text, he put his earbuds back in, hoping to drown out the sounds of the other people checking out in the morning or checking in to stay for a day or how long they needed. Earbuds blasting none other than a mix of Motionless in White and Palaye Royale, the sound of shoes coming in and stopping in front of the chair didn't stop him, but the feeling of being stared at did. 

Glancing at the shoes, he slowly trailed his eyes up the figure, the blurry face and umbrella of Emerson came into view. Reaching his gloved hand out, he helped him up, wiping his teary eyes to place the keycard on the desk in silence, while rolling the suitcase out to the car, trying to comfort the shaking male that hadn't stopped hugging himself for a mere 10 minutes. 

Climbing inside the car, Emerson sat in the back with Dustin, who didn't make eye contact with Remington in the passenger seat, just keeping his head either buried between his head or into the other's shoulders. Eventually falling asleep, having cried out all his tears, Dustin had his head using his leg as a pillow, his body curled up in the seat next to them. 

When they got to the house, Emerson gently woke him up, letting him know that he could sleep when they got inside. They had a spare bedroom so they didn't mind letting him use it. Helping the groggy male into the shared room, he turned to leave, the stirring and tired voice of Dustin pulling him back into the room.