Save Me (A Remery story)

six

Emery's POV

I woke up, pain all over. I look around trying to see where I am. The only thing I remember is going to Ricky's place last night, then these guys came out. Now I'm here in the middle of a dark room. I tried getting up, but I had to wiggle my hand. I saw that I've been handcuffed to a bed. "Hey! Let me go! Come and face me!" I yelled. A man came into the room with a tray of food. "Shut up. Also, here's your food." The man said, setting the food on the bed. "Where the hell is Ricky?" I demanded. "He's back at Sir. Gus' place. He got a nice ass." He said with a smirk. He then showed me pictures of Ricky on a bed covered in their filth. I got up ready to attack him, but the handcuff pulled my arm which made me fall onto the bed. "FUCK!" I yelled, in frustration. I started to tear up, I can't believe I let these guys win.
"You're so weak. You tried to take down me and the other guys alone? And even Gus? Oh my god. So damn funny. You and Ricky are both little bitches." That was all I needed to break free of the handcuffs. I tackled the guy and punched him, kneeing him in the face. He eventually blacked out, maybe dead even. I opened the door a little bit and peeked out. One of the guys saw me, and started to walk towards the door. Shit. I looked around for a window. Fortunately, I found one. I opened it and was about to jump out until I felt someone pull me back in. Then I felt a sharp pain in my side. He stabbed me, I held my side in pain. Then I blacked out.

Ricky's POV

I tried calling Emery's cell. He's not picking up. I want to know what the hell Gus and his men did to him. They didn't need to drag him into this. I heard Gus walk in, laughing hysterically. He threw his phone at me and on it was a picture of a guy on the floor passed out holding his side covered in blood. I realized it was Emery and I covered my mouth in shock. "He's dead. Now no one can stop me." He said, evily. Then he grabbed his phone and left the room, closed the door behind it. I hate being so fragile and weak. Emery's dead because of me. He tried to save me, I should be the one who's dead, not him. I started screaming throwing my pillows across the room, pulling my hair, throwing the lamp on the floor, I hated my life so much. Then I heard my phone ring. It was Emery. What the fuck? This has to be them fucking with me. I answered, not saying anything. Then I heard his voice. "R-r-rickkyyy. I'm fineee. Aahhhh, damn this stab wound hurts!" I heard him say in pain. I started to cry. Then I heard sirens in the background. Then I heard a thud.

"Emery?!"
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End of the chapter 6! Chapter 7, I might do a mini time jump to a month later, or a year. Or more. I have a bunch of ideas in my mind for the future of this story ❤ please give feedback, hope you like the story so far! Also, tune in to my upcoming Remery story and oneshots coming soon. Thanks!