"Hello?" I question again as a tremor of uncertainty washes over me, "Ty? Is that you? Why aren't you answering me?" At this point the figure is almost right in front of me, but a dusty and faded bandana covers the majority of their face making it hard for me to see who is hiding behind it. "Ty? You're scaring me." My voice barely more than a whisper.
While innocent, my words seem to trigger something, because with no warning at all something in him snaps. "I'm scaring you?" He all but growls angrily, laughing bitterly at my apparent presumptuousness. "Do you honestly have the nerve right now to say that I'm the one scaring you!" Ripping the bandana off his face in one furious motion, he crouches down next to me. Turning to meet the brunt of his anger head on, I have to stifle my gasp as in the dim lighting that surrounds us, his eyes look almost ghoulishly black and the shadows that are cast onto his face remove any traces of boyishness and replace it with a dark a menacing glare. "That is now three times in one day Remi. Are you purposely trying to send me into an early grave? It's like every single time I turn around for a second you seem to have gotten yourself into another accident. Why are you so irresponsible? You're nineteen years old yet you constantly act like a little bothersome child! Has it even crossed your mind what a liability you are to us? Do you actually ever think before you act? Or is it just that you don't you care about other people and their opinions and feelings?" With his every word his voice raises in strength and pitch until he's brutally yelling in my face.
"Stop." I don't even think he hears me judging from the way he carries on screaming in my ears. "I. Said. Stop." This time he seems to register what I saying as he finally stops yelling and looks up at me. Every fibre in my body is tingling I am so beyond being pissed at him right now and while looking him dead in the eye I spit out only one word, "Leave."
Confusion mars his features, "What?"
"You need to leave." I snarl back at him, my voice ice cold, each word like a slap to the face as I'm done with any form of civility or respect.
"What? Why? No. I'm not leaving," he protests, his thick skull obviously not comprehending his wrong doings.
Narrowing my eyes dangerously I sense that the underlying angry monster in me just waiting to be unleashed, "Yes. You. Are." It doesn't help his case when he stays silent as it just gets harder and harder to keep everything bottled so I continue only barely able to contain my rage, "Get up. Go back to wherever the hell you just came from and leave me alone." When he still doesn't move, I have to take a deep breath before glaring up at him, "Why are you still here. I told you to leave."
He sighs like a frustrated parent, "Remi why are you upset at me? What have I done this time?"
That makes me roll my eyes, deadpanning, "You're seriously asking me this right now."
"Is it because of what I said?" He asks and I'm extremely tempted to smack myself in the face with a brick - Numerous times at that - at how slow information seems to be filtering through to his brain.
"Oh no." I bite back sarcastically. "Not at all."
He pinches the bridge of his nose again vaguely reminiscent of an angry parent or teacher and exhales deeply. "Remi I was just telling you how I feel-"
My face and voice are emotionless as I interrupt without a care, "Duly noted. Now. Leave. Me. Alone."
"No. Not till you tell me what's going on. I don't understand you girls." He frowns stubbornly.
If I rolled my eyes any harder at the irony in his statement they'd get stuck in the back of my head so I refrain, sighing and raising my eyebrows instead. "You want to know why I'm not particularly happy with you right now? Geez you're not the sharpest knife in the drawer are you." He looks insulted at the jibe but I'm so past caring that I give his feelings no second thought. "Well firstly, in case you haven't realised none of those accidents were my fault. When Logan and then Sam fell, what exactly did you expect me to do? Watch them fall and die knowing I could have stopped it? Next." I pause looking up at him, "Now that was entirely your fault."
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Remi-niscent
AdventureMeet Remi. She's nineteen. Sarcastic. Always one to rely on her own wits to keep her out of trouble - A strategy that for some strange reason never seems to work particularly well - And firm believer of that fact that love is a figment of ones imagi...