War of Hearts II // Logan Howlett

Chapter 4

Dawn broke, light trickling into the room. I was splayed across the bed, hair in my mouth, drool running down my cheek. Logan was nowhere in sight and I yawned, shoving my face back into the pillow.

I was always a morning person, but something about this morning had me tired beyond belief. I sat up, rolling my head around, listening to the joints pop. Tugging down the edge of Logan's shirt, I strode over to the door.

Opening it, I saw Remy sauntering out of his own room, eyes close to bloodshot. His shirt was unbuttoned and he wore jeans that were bloody and shredded at the edges.

"Remy... dude... three point checklist remember? One, your breath. Two, your clothes. Three... holy fuck Remy," I groaned, walking over to the drunk as hell man. "I'm taking that away now."

I reached for the flask in his hand, my other hand on his shoulder guiding him back into his room.

"Fuck the checklist," Remy slurred, swinging his hand out of my reach.

"There's a reason we made it Remy... you'll scare the kids again," I urged, pushing him harder and harder in the direction of his room.

"Fuck the kids too. Little bastards got a better childhood than the likes of the rest of us," he muttered, taking another swig. I pursed my lips, snatching the flask from his hand before he realized what I was doing.

"Maybe... maybe not Remy," I said gently, screwing the thing closed. I set it on the table near us, pressing my hands to his shoulders.

"Parents fucking paying for them to come here..."

"Not all of them Rem..."

"Fucking parents... can't keep a damn child with red eyes..." Remy grumbled, shoving his face into the crook of my neck. I could feel the wetness of his scarce tears as we swayed our way back to his room.

"Don't blame the kids Remy... don't blame the parents... you're loved now Rem... that's all that matters," I whispered, fumbling for the door handle behind Remy. He was growing heavier and heavier, throwing more of his weight on me.

"Sure..." he muttered.

"It was just a nightmare... just a nightmare Remy... here... let's get you on the bed... there you go," I continued to whisper, kicking the other beer cans out of the way. Remy landed on the bed, his body splayed around. I pulled off his boots before grabbing the balled up blanket in the corner.

"Just a nightmare Remy. Get some rest today... I'll send Gen to take you to Tahiti... sounds nice yeah?" Remy hazily nodded his head, turning it to the side. I sighed, hanging my head, leaning on the bed. This wasn't really the best start to my day.

I shook myself out, sparing one last glance at Remy's sleeping form before making my way back down the stairs. I knocked on Gen's door, resting my head against the doorframe. I was so damn tired.

"Gen... Gen!" I called through the door. I could hear shuffling on the other side as the door clicked open.

"Alice?" Gen had her hair in a loose braid off to the side, a fluffy robe wrapped around her frame. I looked up at her, lolling my head in the direction of Remy's room.

"Remy had another nightmare," I groaned, closing my eyes. Gen sighed before nodding.

"Alright. I've got him."

I tipped my head forward in a farewell gesture, clomping down the stairs. I felt a tad bit more refreshed in Gen's brief presence, but I was still a far ways into tired land. I made my way to the kitchen, following the sweet aroma of cooking food. All I needed right now was food and a hug from--