Always you - Remington Leith

3

In front of me stood a shirtless Remington, tattoos and muscles on full display. His pants were dangerously low and revealed his v-line and abs, muscles flexing everytime he moved his arms.

"Like what you see?", he smirked at me through the mirror and I snapped out of my trance. Shit.

"Get out, I need a shower", I said closing the door and putting my clothes down on the floor. Rem just turned around and rested against the countertop, arms crossed, watching me intently.

"You don't want me to stay?", he asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice, "I think your stares are enough of an answer"

I quickly snapped my eyes back to his face, not even realising I was checking him out. I could feel a slight blush threatening to make its way up to my cheeks but I tried to suppress it as much as I could.

"Get out", I said again, this time grabbing him by the wrist and pushing him out of the door before he could say anything more. This boy was going to be the death of me.

I looked over at myself in the mirror, my blush on full display. God, I hope he didn't see me like that.

I smacked myself in the face, a little too hard, to try and get my self back into reality. Why was he all of a sudden being so playful? Normally it's just a screaming and glaring match between us but this time he was actually playing around.

Alright Remington, we will play it your way.

I ignored everything that had happened and turned on the shower, washing my hair and body. Mrs infamous was stuck replaying in my head, but I didn't mind because it happened to be one of my favourites that I listened to so far.

After I was done, I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my wet body, picking up my hairbrush and gently detangling my dark hair. Once I was finished, I started getting changed into my pajamas and then did my usual skincare routine.

Before I could completely finish, I heard loud voices coming from the hallway, it sounded like a heated argument but I wasn't sure who it was. Peaking my head out of the door, I saw Remington, who seemed to be arguing with both Emerson and Sebastian about something.

"Oh uh, hi Mia", Emerson said as he caught sight of me, the conversation quickly stopping when all three boys looked in my direction.

"I thought you guys went home"

"Your brother said we should stay over as its pretty late, is that ok with you?", Em asked.

"Yeah totally, guestrooms and the couch are free so make yourselves comfortable. You know where the kitchen is"

"Thanks Mia, have a good night", he said and I waved goodbye as I walked back to my room, shutting the door behind me. Great, now I gotta deal with a bunch of loud boys, but it's fine because I fall asleep pretty easily anyways.

I noticed that I wasnt really as tired as I was before, the shower had probably woken me up, so I decided I would put on a random movie to try fall asleep to.

I didn't hear much noise coming from downstairs, so I assumed that the boys had probably calmed down and maybe even knocked out by now.

Around 30 minutes into the movie, my phone started vibrating over and over again. I picked it up to see messages flooding in even from people I didn't actually talk to. I was extremely confused, what could be happening at this time and why was I getting a shit load of messages? I noticed that I had been mentioned in someone's Snapchat story, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that it was my ex' s story.

"what the fuck do you want", I whispered to myself as my breathing began to pick up. He had always been trouble. My brother absolutely despised him, and so did I. He would emotionally abuse me, make me think I wasn't worth shit, remind me that he's the only person that would ever care about me and that I would be completely alone without him. On some occasions when he was drunk, he would push me, raise his hands at me. He even slapped me across the face and pretended like he didn't remember doing it. He was a sick fuck. Because of him, I'm afraid to get too close with any guy. Friendship is fine, but real feelings must be non existent. I'm not making that same mistake again.

My finger hovered over the notification. Something in me was telling me to ignore it, but I couldn't, he had hurt me too much. I didn't want to be weak anymore, so I pressed the story and almost instantly regretted it.

He was calling me a slut, showing pictures of other girls bodies and telling everyone I sent them to him. He was telling everyone I cheated on him, went to a club and fucked multiple people. He called me things I wouldn't even wish upon anyone else. And the thing is, everyone seemed to believe him.

Multiple messages from people I knew, some that I don't even know, calling me a bitch and a slut for doing all those things I would never even have the guts to do.

I didn't even notice the small tears streaming down my face at that point. I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt. It really fucking hurt. How did he still have this power over me, even though I told him to fuck off over two months ago?

My quiet tears turned into loud sobs, and honestly I didn't care who heard because I was pissed off and hurt.

I threw my phone on the floor and punched my pillow, I was crying a lot now. It felt like heartbreak all over again.

I slid down the side of my bed, sitting on the ground with my head tucked between my legs, sobbing into my arms.

A soft knock at my door startled me and I quickly tried to wipe the tears from my face.

"Who is it?", I asked, my voice slightly hoarse, clearly not hiding my emotions very well. The door slowly creaked open and Remingtons head appeared from around the corner, looking slightly concerned.

"Not now Rem, I don't need your shit right now", I said looking away from him.

"Are you alright? I heard you crying", he was now fully inside my room, closing the door behind him.

"I said not now", my voice barely above a whisper, trying to hold back all my tears.

"Look at me", he demanded as he crouched inront of me, "Why are you crying?"

Just the mention of any tears made my sobs come back heavier than they were before. I don't know what changed in me to make me trust him so much, but I grabbed my phone and handed it to him.

He skimmed through the stories and messages, his expression was unreadable, but his eyes were dark. I was honestly scared at that moment. But as soon as he looked back up at me, his face softened and I could see pity in his eyes.

Then he did something I wouldn't expect him to ever do. He laced his arms around me and pulled me towards him, letting me sob into his chest. He smelled of cologne and hairspray, his body was warm and his grip on me was tight enough to make me feel safe and secure.

Why was he doing this? We hate each other. So why is he hugging me?

We stayed like that for God knows how long before the exhaustion from all that crying overpowered me and I finally fell asleep.