Save me. (Remington Leith X Andy Biersack)

Chapter 15

Remington texts Andy the next day but doesn't hear anything from the man. He spends the day with Sebastian and Larisa instead, having not seen his older brother for a while. Sebastian asks him all about the recent tour, his relationship with Andy and what he has been up to recently. They talk and laugh and have a great time.

In the evening, once Remington is at Emerson's, he starts to wonder why he still hasn't got a reply from Andy. He considers that his phone might be dead, of that he has no credit, but his mind settles on the explanation that Andy is just bored of him. The thought upsets Remington and even though he tells himself over and over that it isn't what's going on, he can't help thinking it.

He keeps checking his phone every two or three minutes until Emerson steals it from him and switches it off. "You're acting like a teenager with a crush," he teases.

Remington sighs. "I feel like he's ignoring me."

The younger of the two puts the phone on the coffee table. "After everything you've told me I doubt he's ignoring you, Rem. He seems obsessed with you."

"Well I thought Holly was obsessed with me but turns out she was just obsessed with hurting me," he mutters, the old relationship tugging in his mind. One can never truly escape the brutality off an abusive relationship.

Emerson frowns. "Andy is nothing like her," he says, "you can't even begin to compare them to each other."

The man with spiky hair rolls his eyes. "You say that like you know them both really well, but you don't. Holly lied to you for so fucking long, Emerson, and you believed her. How the fuck do you know Andy won't do the same?" He stands up and snatches his phone from the table. "I'm having a shower."

In the shower, Remington washes his hair and then just enjoys the warm water on his body. He repeats his brother's words over and over in his head, trying to comfort himself. Andy wouldn't hurt him, would he? Andy wouldn't do to him what Holly did, right? Of would he? It wouldn't exactly be difficult for him to do it. Remington is vulnerable and dependant and he always craves the affection of someone else. It wouldn't be hard at all for Andy to weave his way in to the boy's heart, gain his trust, make him believe he loves him, and then ruin him. It would be so easy.

Remington wipes water from his eyes and gets out the shower, drying himself with a towel and pulling on some loose clothes.

He trusts Andy and he feels safe with him and if the man were to hurt him he'd be destroyed. He's already been ruined once before, he couldn't ever go through any of that again.

But Andy would never hurt him. Right?

Right?

He eventually crawls into bed, but not before checking his mobile again. The boy can't bear the thought of Andy ignoring him. Sleep soon catches up to him and sinks Remington into the darkness.

The poor boy has a nightmare, images of Holly hurting him jumping around in his mind. He can hear all her harsh words, feel all her cruel hits, and see all her terrible angry expressions that became all too common in the house.

He wakes in the early morning, early enough that the sun hasn't get started to rise and the air is cold and crisp. His body is shimmering with cold sweat, sticky against the sheets. Remington sits up, eyes wide, body trembling. He is practically panting, the terror of the nightmare a shock to his tired brain. Those nightmares, he thought, had stopped months ago.

Although he doesn't cry, he feels defeated. He tried so hard to move past what Holly did and he was willing to trust Andy, to let him in, to love him. But what's the point? How does he know that the man isn't going to turn on him? How can he be sure that Andy is really as nice as everyone believes he is. Deceit is easy when you know how. All too easy.

Remington calms down after half an hour or so, but doesn't manage to go back to sleep. He lies awake, thinking, wondering why he still hasn't got a response from Andy.

By the time everyone in the house is awake, Remington has been up for hours. He contemplates telling Emerson about his nightmare, but isn't sure that he wants anyone to know about it. It makes him seem pathetic. Is he pathetic?

He decides to go out for a while, wanting to clear his mind and try to forget about the bad night he had endured. In town, he wonders around aimlessly, mindlessly looking around shops just to occupy himself.

A fan bumps into him and they take some photos, Remington just happy he's making someone happy through his music.

But then he turns around and his heart drops.