Help Me (sequel to Save Me)

Chapter 170

Trigger warning

After Remington spends another night in his house, Sebastian is only more worried about him, specially since he woke from another bad dream in the midst of a nasty panic attack. Sebastian had sat him in his lap and told him that he was okay and that he needed to breathe, and Remington struggled through it for more than ten minutes, eventually falling asleep in his brother's lap. Sebastian didn't have the heart to move him.

The guitarist isn't sure what to make of this whole thing. He hardly even understands what's going on because Remington won't say anything about it. All the boy keeps mentioning is the photos and that he can't tell anyone because 'he'll know.' This morning he makes Remington a bowl of cereal with strawberries because on the phone this morning wth Andy, the man told him Remington hapilly eats strawberries. Andy explained to Sebastian that he went to the police station and told them as much as he could, but it's hard for the police to do anything without the details that only Remington has.

He leaves the cereal on the table and goes up to get Remington, finding the singer sat on the bed twisting his wedding ring on his finger anxiously. "Hey bub, you okay?" Sebastian asks, already knowing the answer but wanting a way to get Remington talking.

"Fucking fantastic," the boy answers, voice dry and tired.

Sebastian sits next to Remington and is a little surprised when his brother crawls straight into his lap, obviously feeling vulnerable. "I've made you some breakfast," he says softly.

Remington whines. "'m not hungry," he lies, not even caring that he's obviously not telling the truth.

"Can you try and have a bit? For me?"

"I want Andy."

"I know. Do you want me to call him?"

The boy shakes his head. "No! He'll know!"

"Re-"

"He can't know! He'll hurt Abigail!"

"Come and have breakfast, okay?" Sebastian suggests, changing the subject and deciding he's going to call Andy anyway.

Remington doesn't respond. He wants to go home.

The guitarist cerafully lifts Remington off his lap and stands up, not liking how the boy closes his eyes through a dizzy spell. "Everything's gonna be okay," he assures, offering a hand.

"It's not," Remington mumbles, accepting his brother's hand.

Sebastian sits with Remington to make sure he does actually eat something, encouraging and praising him the whole time. Once Remington has eaten he goes back upstairs and Sebastian calls Andy. At least Remington isn't able to scroll through confession pages or anything since his phone is at home.

The man sits down as he waits for Andy to answer, greeting him before saying, "Remington needs you."

On the other end of the phone Andy is changing the bed sheets, pausing to talk to Sebastian. "Do you want me to come over?"

"I don't know, he's really scared that 'he'll know' if you leave the house. He's really spooked by whatever the stalker said."

Andy sits on the half-made bed which felt so cold last night without Remington there. "Can you ask him what his number is? If it's above twenty five we're gonna have a problme because he might try and overdose or something."

"Yeah, I'll ask him. I'm worried about him, Andy, he seems really...empty. I don't know. Isn't he supposed to be seeing Abigail today?"

"Yeah, he is. I'm gonna come and get him."

"But-"

"Look, he's scared and he doesn't know who to turn to about whatever the stalker said and I'm gonna be that person for him. He needs to talk to someone or he gets so overwhelmed. Ask what number he's on now, please."

Sebastian sighs but does as Andy requests, trusting that the man knows what's best for his brother. He leaves the phone on the kitchen table and goes up to ask Remington for his number, returning to the phone and telling Andy he's a twenty nine.

"Okay, yeah, I'm coming now. He's not done anyhing, has he?"

"Um..."

"He has? Oh, my poor baby. I'll be there soon." Andy hangs up before Sebastian can say anything else. He understands that Andy really cares and is worried but he is genuinely concerend at what Remington will do when he finds out Andy left the house.

At the sound of a gentle knock of the door Remington looks up, eyes widening when he sees his husband. He shakes his head. "No-no, why are you here? He'll know!"

"Remington, hey, it's okay," Andy tries, confused as to what the stalker could have said to terrify him this much.

"No, he'll know and he'll-he'll post the pictures."

"Pictures?" Andy closes the bedroom door behind him. "What pictures?"

Remington just shakes his head again.

"Sweetie, look at me. You're scared and that's okay. Let me help you."

"No! He's gonna know, Andy! He's gonna know!" Fearful tears slip from his wide eyes.

Andy sits on the bed and Remington can't look at him. "Just talk to me, honey, tell me what's going on."

"I can't! He'll know!" He moves away from Andy because he knows if he touches the man he'll not be able to stop himself from crawling into him for a cuddle, and if that happens he'll end up telling Andy everything he can't tell anyone.

"He's got no way of knowing," the older says, trying to comfort Remington. "Number?"

"Thirty two."

"Thirty two? Fuck. Sweetie, you need to talk to me. Get your bad thoughts out."

Remington whimpers. "You don't understand! I can't tell anyone!"

"Just take it one word at a time," Andy urges.

Even though it's tempting Remington still refuses. He can't even begin to describe how overwhelmed he is, how much he needs to tell someone.

But he can't.

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