Bent. Not Broken (On Hold)

Chapter 13

Remy's call surprised me. I was not expecting his name to light up the screen of my phone. I had hesitated a moment before answering it. Hearing him ask me for help felt surreal. Remy Collins was really asking me advice on what to wear. Talking to him over the phone wasn't enough so I got his address and headed over.

I'm not sure what I expected his house to look like, but it sure wasn't what I pulled up to. Remy's house was a slim two story building who's blue paint was starting to chip away. It was cute, something you'd see in one of the older colonial towns.

I walk up to the front door and knock. A few moments later I am staring at abs. Nice toned abs and a v that lead into the waist band of the sweatpants Remy was wearing. My breath caught in my throat.

Remy clears his throat and I pull my eyes up to his. "You coming in?" He asks and arches an eyebrow.

I shake my head then quickly nod. "Oh yeah."

He moves back and I step into his house. My eyes scan the little hallway we stand in. There was a bench to put right that was piled with coats, shoes, and football gear.

"Uh, my room's this way." Remy says, pulling my attention back to him.

"Right." I says and follows him up the stairs. I follow him down a hall only to pause in front of a closed door.

Remy hesitates a moment before pushing open the door and stepping inside. I follow close behind only to stop in my tracks. His room was a mess. There was clothes and school books scattered across the floor. It looked like his closet threw up.

"Sorry." Remy mutters.

I look up to find him sitting on the edge of his bed. A small chuckles escapes my lips. "About what? That your room looks like a normal teenage boy's room."

Remy's eyes widen at my words. He looked so helpless sitting there. Shirtless. Abs. Hot. I shake my head to clear my thoughts. "It's really fine. You said you needed help picking out what to wear." I go on as I walks over to his closet. There wasn't much left in there.

"It's just my dad." Remy blurts out.

I turn my head to look at him. "What?"

"It's just me and my dad. Well I have a sister, but she's away at college." Remy goes on to say. "So it'll be just my dad and I coming for dinner."

"Oh." I wasn't sure what else to say. How does one even respond to that? Thankfully he starts talking again before I have to respond.

"My mon left when I was twelve. Never wanted kids, found a new man and left." He stared at his hands as he spoke.

I find myself walking across the room and sitting down next to him. I reach over and take one of his hands in mine. He instantly holds it back tightly. "I'm sorry." I say softly.

Remy shakes his head. "It's okay. We made it through. Came out stronger and closer together."

"You didn't call me here about clothes, did you?" I ask softly.

"You're expecting a family to come over for dinner, but it's just me and my dad. That's my family." Remy says and finally looks up at me.

I resist the urge to brush back the strand of hair that hangs in his eyes. "I mean this in the nicest way possible, but we don't car. A family doesn't have to be a mom and dad and two kids. It could be just you and it wouldn't matter."

Remy stares at me, his face unreadable. "Really?" He asks in a whisper.

I nod my head and smile softly. "Really. Now lets find you something to wear." I stand up and walk back to his closet.

"You really don't need to help with that." Remy says, his voice oddly close.

I turn around and smack into his chest. "You have to stop doing that."

"Stop doing what?" Remy asks.

I have to tilt back my head to look at his face. Of course he was smirking. "Coming right up behind me like this."

"Why? Is it making you uncomfortable?" Remy teases.

I put my hands on his chest. His rock hard chest and push him away. "Ever hear of personal space?" I asks after I find my voice again.

"Alright." Remy says and steps back.

I nod my head and turn back to his closet. After a few minutes of searching I pull out a gray sweater and a pair of nice jeans. "Here ya go."

Remy takes the clothes from me and looks them over. "Hm." He hums before pulling the sweater on.

"What? Don't like them?" I asks. My stupid eyes lock onto his abs and watch as the sweater covers them.

"No, that's not it. I just forgot I even had this sweater." Remy tells me.

Awkward silence as we stare at each other. I clear my throat and stick my hands in my pockets. "I should go."

"Uh Yeah." Remy says as he runs a hand through his hair.

"I'll see you tonight." I give him a lame wave as I back up to his door.

"Thank you." He says softly and gives me a soft smile.

I nod my head then exiting his room. A stupid grin found its way to my lips as I make my way downstairs and out to my car.