Help Me (sequel to Save Me)

Chapter 118

Trigger warning but you'll like this chapter I promise

Even after Sebastian talks to both of them, Remington and Emerson still don't talk. Emerson wants to, but Remington isn't having any of it. He wants his little brother back, of course he does, but isn't prepared for another argument.

The day comes where Emerson must get the results back from the tests he had two weeks ago, and him and Shy sit anxiously in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to give them the news, be it good or bad.

Remington takes his shoes off and sits with his legs beneath him on Abigail's sofa, talking while she sits down. "Me and Emerson still aren't talking," he says, "he keeps trying to, but I'm scared."

"Why're you scared?"

"Because," Remington sighs, "I don't want him to shout at me. I've had enough of him shouting at me." He accepts the glass of water when she pours it. "I don't want to be not talking to him, but I don't know what else to do because he already made me collapse once, and he said that I deserved to be raped, so I don't know if I can even forgive him for that."

"You know that's not true, don't you? You don't believe that you deserved it, do you?"

The boy sighs and looks away without answering.

Abigail frowns. "You've worked so hard on this, Remington. Don't let something Emerson said in a fight bring you down."

"But it is bringing me down," he says quietly, "and I feel stupid about it. Every time I think about Emerson, all I can think about is how it was all my fault." He looks down. "I had a nightmare the other night about it." He hasn't told anyone else about the nightmare, not even Andy, because he feels so pathetic about it.

"A bad nightmare?"

Remington nods and looks up at her. "It was awful, and I don't-I don't wanna blame Emerson, but I don't know why else it would have happened." He rubs his eyes. "I just want things to go back to how they were before Sebastian went to jail."

Abigail notices him tear up, and can see how sad he is. "How have you been since you collapsed? Have you been avoiding stressful situations like the doctor said to do?"

"Everything makes me stressed," Remington mumbles, "sometimes it feels like the world is spinning way too fast, and I can't-I can't think properly. The only thing that makes it stop is sleep. I just wanna cry all the time." He rubs his eyes again and inhales shakily. "Oh God, I'm sorry. I just-can you give me a hug?"

"Of course," the therapist says, and stands up. She opens her arms and Remington gratefully walks into her.

"I feel so week."

"It's okay to feel weak, but I promise you, you're not."

Remington likes how she hugs him in such a way that, should he need to, he could easily escape. "Think I'm just having a bad week," he whispers, trying to comfort himself. "I'm so scared about Emerson. Don't want him to die."

"Whatever happens, you are going to be okay." Remington lets Abigail's words soothe him because he needs it.

"Can I ask you something?"

They separate the hug and sit back down. "Of course you can."

Remington looks at her. "Why did Holly hurt me? What did I do wrong?" He tears up and wipes his eyes.

"You didn't do anything wrong," Abigail says, "I promise you, she's the one who's in the wrong. None of what she did was your fault, Remington, none of it."