Help Me (sequel to Save Me)

Chapter 107

I have a question, please let me know whether this is a good idea or not - so would anyone be interested in a prequel to this, starting with Holly and Remington meeting for the first time. It wouldn't be Remdy, but it would give you an insight into how their relationship developed, and how Holly manipulated and controlled Remington. Please say if you'd read this!

Also trigger warning, have fun!

Sebastian sits down opposite his little brothers and smiles. He is being released from prison in two weeks. "Hiya," he says, "any news to share?"

The youngest of them shrugs. "Not from my end." He looks briefly at Remington. "I mean he still isn't eating, but who cares about that?"

"Emerson, shut up." Sebastian sends the singer a gentle, sympathetic smile. The boy is looking less like he might suddenly collapse. "How are you doing, bub?"

Remington is grateful for Sebastian defending him from Emerson's thoughtless comment. "'m okay. And Em, I am eating. It takes longer than a few days to gain weight. I find it very upsetting when you say shit like that." He is keeping his voice calm, reminding himself of the conversation he had with Abigail yesterday. They talked about how Remington doesn't like it when people, mainly Emerson, comment on his weight and how he is still obviously underweight, and she told him to just calmly say how it doesn't help at all when someone says stuff like that, and that's what he's trying to do.

The drummer sighs. "Fine, I'm sorry. I don't like seeing you so thin, Remington, that's all. It's alarming."

"It's alarming for you, sure, how do you think it is for me? Not everything is about you, Emerson."

"Hey, you two, stop. Remington, I'm proud of you, don't let this little bitch bring you down." He only says that to bring the singer's mood up, which is does. "And Emerson, for the love of God, stop mentioning it. You didn't come to see me just to argue."

Emerson smiles because he knows Sebastian is just protecting their fragile brother. "Fine, sorry. I will try not to mention it anymore."

"Thankyou," Remington says, "I have some news."

"You better tell us then, bub."

Smiling, Remington twists his ring around, hands on the table. "Me and Andy got a cat."

Sebastian raises an eyebrow. "And it's still alive?"

"Hey!"

"Sorry, sorry. What's it called?"

Remington looks at his wedding ring and smiles. Every time he sees it he is reminded of Andy, and of how fucking adored he is by the perfect man. "Jenny," he says with a smile, "she doesn't like Emerson."

"She bit me," Emerson explains, and Sebastian laughs.

"You probably deserved it, Em."

Nodding, Remington leans back in his chair. "He totally did." He looks at his older brother with an unreadable expression, and they says, "I wanna hug you so bad."

Sebastian knows exactly how he feels. He'd give anything to hug the boy. "I know, bub, me too. Soon, I promise."

Remington sighs. "Sebastian, why did you-why did you drink drive? Was it-was it because of me?" His voice is scared now, worried that it's his fault that his dear sweet brother is in jail.

"No," Sebastian answers quickly, knowing that if he hesitates, Remington won't believe him. "I was so mad at myself for hurting you and I guess I just-I don't know. I can't really remember it."