Miles Away {Remington Leith}

Ch 6

When he woke up he saw Emerson was awake. He must've been upset over something because he was sitting on the couch his head in his hands. Emerson looked at Remington and sighs. Remington looks at his younger brother concerned about him. He stands up and sits next to him.

"Em? What's wrong?"

Emerson shakes his head and looks down. "It's nothing, don't worry about me."

"You're impossible not to worry about."

"I'm fine," Emerson sighs pulling the same fake smile he always has since high school.

"Just tell me what's wrong, I know that you're lying." Remington says reaching for Emerson's hand.

Emerson moves his hand away and gets up. He has his own war within himself and he didn't need anyone else to join the battle, especially Remington, who was fighting his own. He went into the bathroom leaving his phone on the table. Little did he know that would be enough for Remington to know everything. Remington saw Emerson's phone and looked at it seeing the screen turn on and a name pop up.

'Text from Mark Kropp'

He understood who that was and turned Emerson's phone off. What was their dad doing texting Emerson? He left long ago so how did he even get his number. Remingtons phone goes off and he checks it.

1 missed call from an unknown number.

Remington sets his phone down and sighs. It was a Canadian number so it could very well be him. He hears the door open to the bathroom. He looked and saw Emerson. Emerson's expression held a hint of stress, annoyance, and sadness. It pained him to see his little brother upset.

"It's dad isn't it?" Remington asks looking straight at Emerson.

Emerson nods unable to make eye contact with Remington. When Emerson sits back down Remington scoots closer to him. He grabs Emerson's hand and holds it tightly, it wasn't super tight but it was more than just holding it. Emerson looks up at Remington and then looks away.

"Look at me," Remington says.

Emerson glances up at Remington but didn't have the guts to move his head. He closes his eyes wishing it never happened. Emerson mumbled something Remington couldn't understand. Remington lets go of Emerson's hand and moves it towards Emerson's face. His hand slid under his chin, he lifted Emerson's head forcing Emerson to look at him.

"It's going to be okay, Em." Remington tried convincing his younger brother that. Yet he had trouble believing it himself.

"I-I'm just scared," Emerson admits, "he knows more than he should, he has my number and my address. I don't know how he got it."

"He has your address?" Remington questions moving his hand away from Emerson's face.

Emerson nods, the way he fiddled with his thumbs indicated he was nervous about this. Remington sighs and looks Emerson in the eyes.

"See if he plans on going to your house. If he does just stay here, he doesn't need to try intervening especially now." Remington says.

Remingtons phone went off again, he turns it off trying desperately to ignore the number that popped up on his screen. But Emerson saw it, he recognized the number and looked at Remington.

"Call Sebastian," Emerson says. There was a tone of worry in his voice that made Remington hurry and grab his phone. He typed in Sebastians name his number quickly appearing. Remington calls him but is unable to get an answer.

He tries again and it works. Sebastian answers.

"What's up?"

"I-It's dad." Remington says.

"What about him?" Sebastian asks concerned. He knew by Remingtons tone something was wrong.

"He has mine and Emerson's number." Remington says.

"A weird number has been calling me, what's his number?"

Remington reads off the number. Remington heard a sigh from the other line.

"He called didn't he?"

"Yeah, he called me too..."

"He has Emerson's address. I'm guess it was because he answered."

"It couldn't have been," Emerson says, "the first thing he texted me was my address. I never spoke to him before. He didn't call or text me."

When Emerson said this Remington paused. He looked into Emerson's eyes. For the first time in a long time Remington saw fear within Emerson, a fear he hadn't seen since childhood, when their dad was still in their lives. Now that he was back it made sense why Emerson was scared.

"Call mom, tell her what's happening and ask if she has any idea what's happening. There is no way he got our numbers unless it was given to him."

Remington got a text which interrupted the call. He didn't want to read it. But when he did he saw four numbers the same numbers in his address.

"He has mine too, he just texted me my address..."

Remington looks at Emerson seeing his face. It held a lot of emotion. Remington sighs and holding his free arm out. Emerson scoots closer and collapsed into Remingtons arm. Remington wrapped his arm around Emerson.

"I'll call mom tell her what's going on. Just make sure the doors and windows are locked and stay inside. If you feel like you have to leave don't call and tell me where. He might be tracking our calls." Sebastian says before hanging up.

Remington turns his phone off setting it down. He stands up checking that his doors got locked after Sebastian left the night before. It was indeed locked. He checked the back door and made sure his widows were closed and locked. After closing his bedroom window and locking it he was done. All the windows were checked and the doors are locked.