Ma Chérie | Remington Leith

Get a new door dumbass

Remington:
I drove for about twenty minutes, Sebastian and Emerson in the car with me. I finally pulled up to the beat up trailer in a bad neighborhood. I parked the car and took a deep breath.
"God I hope she's not here." I whisper resting my head on the steering wheel.
"We'll find her Remington. We'll get her back." Emerson promised
Sebastian put his hand on my shoulder.
"Come on little brother."
I took a deep breath and we jumped out of the car.

Alex:
A car door slammed.
"What was that?" I ask, my heart pounding
"Better not be no fucking cops!" Rickey muttered as he got out of the bed
He slipped his jeans on and peaked through the blinds.
"What in the hell-?" Rickey said
I slipped on one of Rickey's shirts and walked over to the window. Looking out.
"What-?" I froze. My blood turned cold. "Tell them I'm not here."
"What? You know these faggots?" Rickey said
"Rickey. Please." I begged
Rickey huffed and grabbed a baseball bat. Heading to the window.
"Get in the closet." He muttered
I did as told and Rickey walked into the living room.

Remington:
"Alice-?" Some guy slurred "No! I'm Kurt!"
I rolled my eyes "Alex. Brown hair? Brown eyes? About 5'2?"
Kurt burped "Oh yeah! She's here! In the bedroom with Rickey! Like fucking rabbits-!"
I froze. I felt a heavy weight suddenly hit my chest. I felt like everything inside me just died.
"She's with Rickey?" I held back tears
Kurt was cut off by Rickey pulling his head back by his stringy hair.
"Oh look! Rickey!" Kurt slurred
"The hell are you talking to?" Rickey muttered looking at us.
"This is Robert, Elliott, and Semus! They're looking for Alice!" Kurt says
"What-? You are so far gone..." Rickey let go of him and Kurt topped to the ground.
"Is Alex here?" Emerson asked throwing sass
"That depends. Who's asking?" Rickey said puffing his chest out.
He was bigger than all of us. Taller, stronger.
"A friends asking." Sebastian snapped
"Well she's not here." Rickey said throwing a metal bat over his shoulder
"Yeah I call bullshit!" Emerson said "Open the damn door."
"No." Rickey said "Now get the hell off my property before I call the cops."
"He wouldn't do that." I say "Wouldn't want to lead the cops straight to his meth lab."
Rickey scoffed, "Get lost kid. Before something bad happens to you. And trust me. It will."
"Come on Remington..." Sebastian said placing a hand on my back and leading me to the car
Emerson kicked the crappy tin storm door, pushing it up slightly.
"Get a new door dumbass."
With that. We drove home. Without Alex.