Flawless (a Remington Leith fanfiction)

Scarlet orange

Scarlet orange: Scarlet is the color of courage, joy, and devotion on one hand, and sacrifice or objectification on the other. 

My head hurts, I wiggle around in a bed that's cold. My memories are absent and I can feel a strange type of pain in my neck. I open my eyes and I find myself in an unkown room, it's big and has many details. It looks like a room of someone. I'm in the bed but my whole body is still asleep I can't move, can't speak, I can only admire in fear. What happened with me? Where am I? Why can't I move or speak? 

As I look around in the room I can see a neatly packed closet and a work table with papers on it, the wall has art on it with drawings of men I can't seem to recognize, there is a photo on the opposite wall with three brothers? All of them are handsome and they look alike, there is something about that picture I feel like I should know, but I just can't place it anywhere right now.

All I remember from yesterday is me and Demi going to the bathroom to snow some and from there it's blackout nothing. I didn't drink this much did I? Fuck Giorgia what did you get yourself into? At least my clothes are where they should be and I feel fine, except my neck. That hurts like hell and I don't know why.

My body slowly wakes and I am finally able to move around, every single muscle is super heavy and it feels like I've been dancing a lot more then I should've. Please Giorgia, I hope you didn't get near Tequila, is that's the case I know what happened. But it seems like I didn't hook up with no one. I mean gurl your boob tapes are still on.

I sit up in the bed as I reach up to touch the origin of my pain, on my neck near my collarbone I can feel two small dots sitting near eachother, it stings when I run my fingers on them, they are deep too. What the heck? The fuck? Did someone or something bite me? I should leave, but I'm so tired...

I linger in the bed gathering my energy when I can hear footsteps coming towards the room, not a lot after a man in a big hat comes into the room. He doesn't even acknowledge me, it's like I'm invisible or something. He sits down to the table and searches for something.

"Do you know where I am? Or how did I get here?" I got all of my courage to ask him this, my voice is raspy and just now I can feel how dry it is. The man turns around and looks at me, I don't think he even saw me when he came in. Oh, wait he looks like one of those men on that picture. Is this his room? How did I end up in his room?

"Uh, no. You should ask Remington, I'm only here for a sketch I left here. This is his room, he's downstairs so if you want me I can tell him you're awake, what's your name?" The man's voice is deep and a little bit raspy but it's soothing in a way, he speaks slowly like a lullaby. He has a green/hazel pair of comforting eyes. A sudden light feeling washes over me and I don't feel scared now.

"I'm- my name's Giorgia, who's Remington? I'm sorry but I have no memories from yesterday. Do you know what time is it?" He nods and pulls out his phone, the screen shows 9:54 AM.

"Remington is my brother, this is his house. I only know that yesterday you were so drunk on the club opening you blacked out and you got treated at the club's emergency room," He stood up and went to the door while finishing up yesterday's actions. "then Remi asked if you had anywhere to go but you were still pretty under the influence so he got you here. He was sleeping on the couch in the living room when I arrived, I'm impressed. No one's got him sleeping there yet. Now if you don't mind me, I gotta go. Work's calling. I will tell Remi that you're awake."

With that he stepped out of the room and left me be. I stood from the bed, now strong enough to walk or do anything. My body finally getting fucking fully accustomed to live a life, well surprise for the bitch it was supposed to be up by now. Thanks my own body! You are a piece of shit, but I love you, though.

I was left alone with my thoughts once and again. So the question still fucking stands. WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?! i swear to god I never get sick from alcohol, never in my 26 years have I ever gotten sick from drinks. Did someone put something in my drink? Could be... but I'm usually super safe with things like this, no. And the bite? DID SOMEONE BITE ME? It's bigger then a dog's teeth would be and I am convinced this was by someone, but why and who?

The door once more opened and a man with messed up hair and a sleepy face came in, he wore a scarlet orange vest and some shorts, the skin he revealed had tons of tattoos on it and had some tan to it. His expression was one would call between sleep and awake. He didn't say anything, he just leaned against the door frame.

"Remington? Thank you for taking care of me, I- I probaly just had too many drinks. Sorry if I acted like a total dummy. Do you know what happened to my neck tho? I don't remember anything from yesterday but I'm pretty sure there wasn't any dogs in the club..." I rant on, my expression changes from thankful to curious, I need answers. 

"Yeah don't worry about it, you were a total mess I didn't wanted you to get worse so I took you home. Do you need anything? I could make you some breakfast." Okay he is definetly a sweetheart but he changed the subject, weird.

"Some food would be great, but I have to go home. I still have a few things to do. Just to make sure... we didn't y'know, yesterday right? It's just that I have a fucking bite on me and I'm trying not to think much of it, but it hurts like hell and I'm pissed." I explain him my worries he just stands and stares, well rude. He is looking at the bite, there is something in his eyes I can't really read but he knows what happened that's for sure. His eyes linger a bit more then he says.

"I'm not sure what happened, when we took you to the emergency room it was already there, maybe you made out with the wrong person, I don't know. How about some fried eggs?" I know just too well how to lie perfectly, and this man knows too. Only thing is, I know he lied and he doesn't know I know. Damn that sounded like I'm a detective or something like that, I'm a smart bitch what can I say?! 

"Fried eggs it is then, you won't let me leave till I ate right? Such a great type of domestic violence huh! No, but thanks, I appreciate it. Do you have any cameras in the club? I really wanna know who did this to me," I point to my neck. "if you don't mind me taking a look if you have any video footage."

"Lets talk about this over the food, I'm starving, and I'm sure after that long night you're hungry too." He didn't let me disagree and went to who knows where, I still don't know where I am other then that this is his house.