Save me. (Remington Leith X Andy Biersack)

Chapter 69 ;)

Sorry, no smut for 69 :((

User 1: Guys what did I say?! ABUSED! The proof is right there on his own twitter!!!

User 2: @user1 SO TRUE! Abuse for sure.

User 3: @user2 there's no other explanation.

User 4: He's one hundred percent just asking for sympathy. If anything, he'd be the one abusing Holly. Not the other way round. Get a grip.

The video about the abuse survivor leaves Remington in tears. He never realised before that maybe what he's feeling isn't so ridiculous. It's okay to be scared.

It's okay to feel alone.

"Remington?" He hears from the doorway, and turns his head to see Sebastian and Andy standing there, looking concerned.

The boy nods, wiping his eyes. "Yeah?"

Sebastian pats Andy on the shoulder and walks over to his brother. "You alright?" He asks quietly.

With another nod, the singer sniffles. "Yeah, I'm good," he replies, "just-just a bit overwhelmed."

"Andy's here to see you, pumpkin," the older says, "okay?"

Remington nods and smiles. "Okay."

Andy sits next to the boy and makes sure not to touch him. "Hi, sweetheart," he greets, gentle.

A soft smile sits on Remington's lips. He's so relieved. "Hi," he mumbles, "what're you doing here?" The boy is genuinely confused as to why the Rockstar has stuck around for so long.

"Well, I came to see you. How are you?"

Remington takes the man's hand in his and holds it. "I saw a video about someone who was-who was abused, too, like me. He-he said so many things that I can relate to and-and now I feel-I feel like I'm-like I'm going to be okay." His voice goes quiet towards the end and he looks up at Andy, shy.

The older man lets him hold his hand, and is so happy to hear him say that. "Of course you're going to be okay, sweetheart," he says, "because you're Remington. And Remington is strong."

He can't help the smile that creeps onto his face at the sweet words. "Thanks for coming," he says, grateful, "I've missed you." He looks at the man's hand in his own.

"I've missed you too, pretty," Andy responds, happy that the boy isn't scared off him like he used to be. He watches as Remington moves about on the sofa, chuckling at the young man when he pouts. "You're cute, you know?"

Remington shakes his head, but giggles. "Am not," he protests, "I'm ugly." His voice goes quiet again and he looks down, truly believing those words as he says them.

The man beside him is quick to disagree. "Now that just isn't true, is it?" He takes a chance and kisses Remington's knuckles, and the younger sighs.

"Yes it is," he mumbles, "'s what Holly said." It doesn't matter that she's locked up now. Holly will always be tormenting Remington in some way or another. He'll never really be free of her.

"Petal, she's the ugly one. In every way. You are beautiful. There isn't anything about you that isn't beautiful." His hand is squeezed and Remington moves closer to the blue-eyed man. "And princess, just because she said it doesn't make it true."

Remington finds himself blushing at the pet names. He really did miss the gentle words of Andy. He just missed Andy. "But-" he begins.

"No buts," Andy interrupts, "she is wrong. Holly is wrong. You are beautiful and strong and she is a horrible, horrible person." It goes quiet for a moment. "And, Remington, the fact that you're here and she's in jail shows just how wrong she really is." Again, it goes quiet. Remington is trying to believe the words. He really wants to, but it's hard; hard to convince himself that he isn't ugly.

Because he is. Right? "If I'm not ugly, then why did she say I am?" He sounds so vulnerable, so desperate for an answer.

Andy frowns. "Because she's a bitch," he says dryly, "and can't see how incredibly wonderful you are." Remington doesn't seem convinced. "Baby, whatever the reason may be, she's wrong. She is the ugly one. Not you. Never you."

"Really?" The boy asks, hopeful, and finally starting to believe it.

"Yes, really. You are so beautiful, and anyone who says otherwise is wrong." (K but for real tho)

Remington stands up and releases his hand, stretching and yawning. "I need to take my meds," he informs the man, "come with me?" He is feeling more confident after that conversation with Andy, and though the man still doesn't know that he was raped, he feels safe.

"Sure," Andy says, smiling, and stands up too. "You still taking painkillers?"

The younger shakes his head, walking to the stairs. "No. Abigail prescribed me pills for my anxiety." They begin up the stairs.

"Abigail?"

"Oh," Remington begins, realising he hasn't told Andy about the woman, "my therapist. She's great." He reaches the landing and wonders into his bedroom for the pills. "I didn't like her at first because she's a woman and I guess I'm kinda scared of women, but she's helping me so much and I couldn't do it without her." He grabs the plastic container from the table and unscrews it, tipping two capsules into his hand.

Andy loves to hear his boy taking so fondly about his therapist. It's great that he's able to talk to someone and get help when he needs it. "You seem happier," the man observes, "last time I saw you, you seemed more distant, less like yourself, if that makes sense. It's so good to see you like this."

With a soft smile, Remington looks around for the water bottle. "I haven't felt like myself," he admits, "not recently. It's weird." His eyes land on the bottle and he crawls across the bed to get it. "It might just be the pills that make me happier, you know, but it's okay. Either way, I feel alright today." He tips the tablets into his mouth and gulps them down with a mouthful of water, closing his eyes as it all goes down. "Andy?"

The man hums. "Yeah?"

Remington sits on the bed. "You know she raped me, too, right?" He feels himself tearing up at just the memory of it in his mind.

Andy's eyes widen. "What-fuck-really?" He says, not sure how to respond to that. "God, Remington, I'm so sorry." He sits beside the boy on the bed and is surprised when the younger crawls onto his lap.

"That's what makes me so scared," he mumbles, straddling Andy with his head on his shoulder. He can feel Andy's hands on his back. "I mean-getting stabbed was terrible-but being-um-you know, it's so awful. At least when she was just hitting me I-I felt like I could be alright. But then she started making me do things, and that was-god-I can't even begin to explain how scary that was. I had no hope." Remington feels so completely safe with Andy today. It's such a good feeling.

Andy draws circles into Remington's back slowly. "Do you know how brave you are?" He asks, nearly in tears at the though of his poor boy being put through so much horror in his young life.

The younger sniffles. "Tell me," he murmurs, "how brave am I?"

"You're the bravest person I've ever met. Braver than people who swim with sharks. Braver than people who sky dive. Even braver than those fucking idiots who fight bulls. You are so brave, and I am so fucking proud of you for how far you've come from that. And I love you. God, I've never loved you more."

Remington leans back to look at the man's face, and smiles thoughtfully. "I've never loved you more, either," he responds, and leans in to kiss his lover. The kiss is short and sweet and careful, and when they pull away, Remington is practically grinning.

He's never been more proud of himself in his life.