Ma Chérie | Remington Leith

Everything...ish

I rolled my eyes, avoiding eye contact.
"This is bullshit." I protest as I stand up
"Sit down." Emerson commanded sternly
I sat down automatically. As if I didn't have control over myself. It's something that was programmed into me since I was young I guess.
Emerson's face softened as he saw my response.
"Ah, foster kid?" Emerson said matter of factly
I rolled my eyes "You knew that, Remington told you."
I looked at Remington, he stared at me, almost sympathetically.
"Just answer the question." Emerson said
I kept my stare with Remington. I was trying to break him- or read him- didn't matter which one. I just wanted to know what was going on in his head. Hell, I don't even know what's going on in mine.
"Yes." I say only breaking my stare with Remington to briefly glare at Emerson "What does that possibly have to do with anything."
Emerson shrugged "The rule is you answer our questions."
I scoffed "So my parents didn't want me. Big deal. Get in line..."
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees looking at the ground.
"How old were you?" Emerson asked
I opened my mouth but Remington spoke before I could.
"Seven." Remington said without breaking his stare
Emerson glared at Remington.
I forced a laugh "Yeah, that's about right."
Emerson looked back at me "Have you ever been arrested?"
I forced a laugh sitting up.
"Who hasn't these days..."
"People who obey the law?" Emerson said starting to pace.
"When and what were the charges?" Emerson asked
"You've got to be shitting me." I rolled my eyes
"Alex." Emerson glared at me
I scoffed "Age 15. Underage drinking, trespassing, disorderly conduct. Age 16, fighting, underage drinking, substance abuse. Age 17, disorderly conduct. Want anymore details?"
Emerson sighed, Remington looked sad but his face was frozen as he stared at the floor.
"Do you promise you're not on drugs of any kind." Emerson asked
I stood up "I only spent a year inpatient for fun!"
Emerson sighed, bringing his hands to his face. He debated for a moment.
"Fine. Alex you can stay. But don't go bringing your drug buddies around, and don't relapse. Please."
"That's fair." I shrug as I stood up
Emerson smiled at me "Now come here!"
I rolled my eyes and smiled, hugging Emerson.
"I'm glad you're doing better." Emerson said "Really. I'm proud of you."
I punched him in the arm "Please, you sound like my therapist."
Remington looked at me and forced a weak half smile. I rolled my eyes.
"Alright, fine. You too. Come here." I hugged Remington breathing in that familiar scent that I use to fall asleep to.