Miles Away {Remington Leith}

Ch 11

"It's going to be okay, look, I know somewhere that you can get help," Amber says as she looks at Remington.

Remington nods, "th-thank you."

She sighs heading for the door. "It's time to check on Andrew, I'll be back as soon as I can, if you need anything get Janice. I still need to run a test on you real quick before you can leave so that means don't go anywhere."

"Am-Amber? Could you send me the a-address to that place?"

"Of course, I'll do it during my break today."

"Thank you." Remington sighs.

She leaves the room closing the door behind her. Emerson opened his phone and went on Twitter. He was bored and had nothing better to do. Then he saw something that almost made him freak out.

"Remington, people know we're here." Emerson says.

He shows Remington the tweet there was a video of Sebastian signing Remington in. Remington

"Shit," Remington sighs, "if it comes to it I'll say what's going on."

"Remington, you shouldn't have to," Sebastian says looking at him, "this is your business, we know you're not going to be comfortable sharing it, so please Remington, don't force yourself to. What the media says about is the last thing you need to worry about, your health is the first."

Remington nods looking back at Sebastian. Emerson stands up stepping towards Remington. He almost laughs, almost, when he saw how much of a mess Remingtons hair got. He ruffled Remingtons hair and sighs.

"Take it easy for the next few days." Emerson says. He was glad Remington is finally awake.

"I-I will," Remington sighs.

"We're proud of you for wanting to get help."

"I-I just don't want to get myself killed o-over this."

"That's good still," Emerson says with a small, forced smile, "look, we're glad you want to help yourself."

The only thing Emerson was happy about is that Remington finally woke, but the reason why he wasn't awake for hours ruled out his happiness. He saw how hard Remington tried being himself again. Through all the pain, he tried laughing like he used to. It made things worse, it felt forced, yet a part of him wanted to believe it could all be genuine. But even if he tried holding onto hope it always slipped away before his eyes. First her, next their dad, now this. What else could possibly go wrong? And the answer is...

Emerson gets a phone call just moments later. He declines the call. It wasn't their mother... It wasn't even a friend... It was their father, again. He almost wanted to throw his phone out of frustration. Everything was just overwhelming for him. He glances down then back at Remington.

"Who was that?"

"A random number." Emerson lies. He knew Remington was already stressed as it is. He didn't need to know their father had intentions of calling again.

"Then why do you look like you want to throw your phone out that window? That's not just a random number."

Emerson pauses and sighs. He turns his phone back on looking at the number. He almost wanted to cry again, but it seemed physically impossible at this point. He sits back down running his hand through his hair. He didn't want to seem obvious but Remington knew something was wrong. Something is always wrong.

"Was it dad?" Remington asks.

Emerson nods and looks at Remington. Flashbacks to childhood playing in his mind as he saw Remington sitting there.