Mentally in love (Remington Leith)

Chapter Six

I was sitting in a garden. I had ran away from the group. My outfit was soaked in orange juice. How did I get here? Let's think back, shall we?

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"So Elly how do you like it here so far?" Billie asked, a small smile on her face as she played around with the carrots on her plate.

"It's good, I guess. Better than the hell from before," I signed.

"All I got from that was hell," Remi admitted.

"What she said was..." Tyler translated. I nodded my head to prove that he was right. Our breakfast was going by so smoothly. Next thing I knew, I had an orange sticky substance sticking to my hair and body. I stood up and gasped in horror.

"Drink that you murderous bitch," the manly voice from behind me said. I didn't get a glimpse at the face, but the shoes were red. I bolted out of the cafe and sprinted down numerous hallways. I was lost. But while I was running, I found a fountain. It was in the back of the building hidden behind two glass doors that lead to the outside. It was like a magnetic field pulling me in. The area was gated and secluded from the outside world and I didn't seem to mind. I smiled as I pushed passed the doors. This revealed a wonderful kept garden and the working fountain. It was bright outside compared to the inside.

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At the current time, I was sitting in the garden surrounded by the pretty flowers while my clothes and hair became stiff from the orange juice that had been spilled on me. I was confused. I thought that we had moved on from this. I thought that we had grown over the harassment stage in our sad lives.

"Elly??" A voice cried. I chose to ignore it. Not like I could call back to them anyways. I allowed my body to fall back onto the soft grass and just lay there, closing my eyes as my thoughts began to pollute my brain.

Why are you so unlikeable?

Why must you be such a freak?

It's no wonder Remington doesn't like you. You're just an attention seeker who causes problems wherever she goes.

Does Remington think I'm a murderer?

I wish I was dea-

My thoughts were cut off by a shadow looming over me. I opened my eyes to see Emerson standing over me. His eyes held so much concern.

"I came as soon as I heard," His voice was full of panic and worry.

"I'm okay," I signed.

"Don't you lie to me," His voice wavered.

"How did you find out?" I asked.

"Rem told Larisa and she called Seb. She knew that you didn't run away, but that you hid from everyone. She didn't want to make a scene, so she just called us to go search for you," Emerson offered me a kind smile,his beautiful eyes shimmering with sadness

I nodded my head, and allowed my body to sit up.

"Do you want to go get more comfortable? You can't possibly feel relaxed in that," Emerson offered me a hand.

"I want to stay here, I'm embarrassed," I signed back, ignoring his hand.

He caught on and sighed before taking a seat next to me.

I allowed my head to fall onto his shoulder. I feel like my heart is complete. I finally have someone who cares, someone to call a friend. It meant a lot to me.

"You know they had to break Remington off of the guy?" Emerson offered a small chuckle.

"Really? Why would he do that?" My hands moved at a rapid pace.

"It means he cares. He wouldn't almost kill a dude for just anyone," Emerson explained.

"Do you think that I'm a murderer? I bit my lip.

"Hell no!" Emerson exclaimed. I could feel his shoulders move from shock.

"Does Remington?"

"No."

"Can we go inside now?" I questioned.

"Of course," Emerson smiled. I removed my head from his shoulder and allowed him to get up. He offered me his hand, which I now accepted. I smiled up at him.

He led me back to the door with the maze-like hallways. The color of the walls seemed to become blurry with how fast our pace was. Soon enough, we were back in my room. As soon as we arrived, Emerson left the room with his phone already placed to his ear like he was making a call.

On my bed was a pile of new clothes to change into. I grabbed them and ran to the bathroom. I shut the door, and tossed off my old clothes, quickly changing into the new ones.  As soon as I was done, I turned on the now warm water in the shower, but only allowed it to come out of the faucet instead of the shower head.

I grabbed a towel and placed it at my feet, and grabbed the shampoo. I dipped my head into the warm water. Once it was wet enough, I pulled my head back and then began to rub my head with the shampoo. The bubbles collected the dried orange juice from my head and washed it away when I placed my head back under the water. As soon as the soap was gone, I turned off the water, and wrapped my head in the towel. Before I entered back into the room, I let my hair down, and ran a brush through it. I made sure to put my bangs over my eye.

I walked back into the room to see the boys all sitting there. It was an uncomfortable silence. Since I couldn't speak, I just sat next to Emerson.

"Are you okay?" Remington asked. His eyes glued to the floor.

"I'm okay," I signed, Emerson translated.

"He's such a dick!" Remington exclaimed in anger. His body shaking as his hands connected with his hair, tugging roughly.

I didn't know what else to do aside from wrap him in a hug. I moved my hands underneath his palms and held his hand there, rubbing my thumb back and forth along the top of his hand. I began to hum Only Exception by Paramore while continuing to rub my thumb over his hands.

Soon enough his body stopped shaking and his hands slowly released his hair and held my hands. I heard him sniffle and watched as he used his hand to wipe a tear that began to fall from his eye.

I looked at Emerson and mouthed the word 'book'. He seemed to understand as he grabbed the book that was shoved underneath my pillow and he handed me a feather pen that he had on his pirate hat.

I mouthed a 'thank you' and removed my right hand from Remington's to grab the book. I smiled. He looked up at me and removed my hand from his.

"I'm sorry. I should've protected you. I'm such an idiot and I just hate it. I hate that I let that happen to you," he sobbed. Sebastian sighed, standing and notioned for Em to leave. Emerson looked at me from the door and sighed that he would be back to check back up on us. And with that they were gone.

I opened up my notebook and used the new pen as I began to write "how were you to know that he would dump juice on me? You have no reason to apologize. You nearly killed him for me and for that I'm grateful." I showed him the note.

After he read it, his eyes dropped down to his lap. And with that, I lifted his head with my fingers and kissed his cheek. I signed to him with a smile "my prince."

"I promise to always protect you, I swear it on my life. Even if we fight or are mad at each other, I will protect you," He wiped his tears that had began to fall, and wrapped me in a hug. I rubbed his back as he sobbed violently against me.

This continued for a few moments before he fell asleep on my shoulder. I smiled at the kind boy as I watched his breathing become slower and feel his body relax into mine. And with that, I laid him down. And as I was about to get up, his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close.

Fuck it, what will a small nap with him hurt. I smiled and kicked the blankets over us before dozing off.