Save me. (Remington Leith X Andy Biersack)

Chapter 1 (Re-written)

I BEG OF YOU, READ THE UPDATED VERSION OF THIS CALLED SAFETY IS A PERSON, IT'S SO MUCH BETTER, K THANKS

Trigger warning: Physical and verbal abuse.

This is different to the original chapter 1 so it's worth the read :) I'll slowly start re-writing this whole book.

Moving hurts. It makes Remington groan. He can't remember the last time he woke up painless. It's his fault. Every time, it's his fault. He should stop doing things that Holly doesn't like. Staying out too late, not getting home from the studio until after midnight, meeting with his brothers for coffee and lunch. Answering the phone before he's told her who it is. He should just stop.

His side is bruised up this morning. It wasn't yesterday, but he got home too late for her liking and she made sure he'd feel pain because of it. She pushed him halfway down the stairs, which are wooden, and made him sleep on the couch. Remington hardly slept.

She's been hurting him for a good few years. It started as just grabbing his wrists tightly and slapping his face when he said something she didn't like, but soon escalated into kicking, punching, even biting in some cases. Remington doesn't know how he got here and he doesn't know how to get out.

He stands up and hisses in pain, wishing he had made an excuse to leave the studio earlier last night. It seems whatever he does he's always in the wrong somehow. The house is silent. Holly is still asleep. Remington shakily makes his way to the front door, quickly putting his shoes on. The boy opens the front door and slips out, closing it silently behind him and walking briskly away from the house. He lets out a breath of relief, flinching when his phone rings, mind automatically jumping to the worse conclusion.

It's only Emerson.

After trying to calm down, Remington answers carefully, not wanting to make his brother suspicious.

"You've been lying to us," Emerson opens with.

"Sorry?"

"You've been telling us; me and Sebastian, that she loves you, that you're happy."

"What are you on about?"

"That bruise on your cheekbone. You said you'd done it by accident. We shouldn't have believed you." There's a pause and then he speaks again. "She's hurting you, isn't she?"

"No! Of course she isn't!" Remington insists hastily.

Emerson shakes his head at their older brother, who's just walked through the door. "Go and get him," he says to the man, "please. Go and get him."

Sebastian nods, turning right back around.

"Tell me the truth," Emerson says into the phone. Remington hangs up. The drummer dials for the police straight away.

Holly grabs Remington's arm, forcing him back inside. "Did I say you could leave?" She asks sharply.

Remington shakes his head.

"No. So why did you?"

"Sorry."

"Sit the fuck down."

Remington does.

"Who were you talking to, huh? One of your slutty brothers?"

"Holly, please-"

"Not a fucking word! You listen here! I do so much for you, Remington, that no one would ever do, and how do you thank me? By ignoring everything I say and making me out as some joke!"

Remington looks down at his shaking hands. "I'm sorry, I really am."

"You can say sorry all you want, it's not gonna do you any favours."