Chapter 61

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Remington's POV

Today was Christmas Eve and I haven't talked to Carina since we had that argument in her apartment a few nights ago. I don't understand what had gotten into her. I wish she would tell me so I would try to help her, because I hate to see her so unhappy. Whatever it must have been, it was probably too hard for her to talk about. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed too hard and she wouldn't have been acting like that towards me. I thought she loved me enough to trust me with her issues. Maybe she's still too scared to open herself up to me, and I should try to be a little more patient. Still, I would have done whatever it takes to make her happy and feel secure with me. A girl as sweet and gentle as her should never have to feel pain or discomfort in her heart. I can't imagine the hurt she felt in her heart when that son of a bitch broke her heart and left her damaged. If I ever see the bastard out on the street, I'll make him suffer for not realizing he just inflicted severe pain on an angel.

We got a knock on the door, and Sebastian was the one to answer it. But when he opened it, I could see in the corner of my eye the mailman running away as fast as he could. Fucking moron, he never visits since no one knows where we live, and when they do, they don't want to stay. Before he left though, there were packages wrapped in decorative paper left by the door and they had our names on it. Seb picked them up and handed each one to me, Emerson, and himself. "Well, this is new for us", Em commented as he examined his package. "There isn't even a return address", Sebastian added as he sat on the couch. I looked at mine and appreciated the wrapping paper which was red with black stripes on it and a white bow. Out of all of ours, Seb's was the biggest, so he volunteered to open his first. When he unwrapped it it turned out to be a guitar case, and then he opened it and his face seemed to drain of all emotions. "What, Seb?", I asked, "What is it?" Me and Emerson sat next to him on the couch and understood his expression. "Holy fuck" was all I got out when I saw the stunning, eye-appealing Gretsch guitar lying in the case.

"It's more beautiful than I thought", Seb murmured as he picked up the beauty and examined all it's striking details. He grinned so widely, I thought he would hurt his cheeks. Then Emerson started to unwrap his present, and it was a white box with a label on it. Em let put a long gasp before reading the label, "PARIS, FRANCE EIFFEL TOWER SNOW GLOBE?!?!" He then proceeded to open up the box and what came out of it was a gorgeous snow globe inside of the glass. He gasped again before exclaiming, "THIS IS THE GREATEST THING I'VE EVER BEEN GIFTED!!!" And then he held it up proudly and smiled so big, it made me smile. He kissed it and called it "magnifique". Then they both looked at me as I still had my present in my hands, and then I said, "What?" "Open it, you dumbass!", Em yelled in anticipation. "Don't yell at me, I will!", I cried back as I rolled my eyes and slowly unraveled the paper to piss off my brothers. It was a little box as small as my hand, and then I removed the top lid to find something that made my mind flash back to a recent memory:
















"That. You see it right there?", I said to Carina as I looked in the display window of the antique store. "Do you mean the necklace there with a padlock as a chain?", she asked as she followed where my finger was pointing. "Yes, that one. It's my favorite one to look at and I hope one day if I ever make enough for myself, I can buy it and have an R engraved on the chain as my initial." I smiled as I thought of having the beautiful necklace hanging from my neck and the feel of the chain in my fingers. She looked at me and smiled as well, then kissed my cheek before resting her head on my shoulder and saying, "I just know one day you'll get everything you want, Remington." She looked into my eyes and held my hand as she added, "after all, you got me."















I could feel the tears building up in me as I stared at the gorgeous, silver necklace in the box with the padlock chain in it engraved with a cursive "R" on it, I realized who gave us all these wonderful gifts. "Remington?", Em whispered as he saw me get emotional looking at the necklace, "What's wrong?" I looked at both of them and smiled through my tears as I told them, "They're from Carina." They looked confused for a second and I clarified, "The presents are from Carina." Their confusion changed to shock and surprise as they looked their gifts again and I realized that I had to see her again and try to work things out. I got up and declared, "I've gotta go find her." They both got up and said, "We'll go with you." I went to open the door and then I saw Delilah and Nina about to knock when I opened the door. "Del, Nina. What are you doing here?", I asked. Delilah asked me, "Is Carina with you?" I replied, "No, we were going to go look for her at her home." Then they both looked at each and had a worried look on their faces. I got anxious and shook my head in desperation, "What? What aren't you telling me right now?" Nina spoke this time, "We went to pick up Carina for the Christmas party here, but when we got to her apartment, she wasn't home and there was a note on her doorstep." She pulled out a note from her purse, and handed it to me. I read it and my heart broke when I finished reading it.

To whoever finds this, I'm sorry.

My own family doesn't want to see me for what was supposed to be the happiest time of the year for me. I don't belong anywhere and no one seems to want to stay with me.

Carina 💔

OH NO!!! Carina is depressed for Christmas and is feeling lonely. Can her new friends and true love try to help her to realize she is more loved than she believes? I believe everyone deserves to have some sort of company no matter who it is to be able to know that they are not alone in this world. Anyway, this is just the first part of an interesting event that will make your heart melt. More to come very soon!!! 😉😉😉

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