I Hate You More

Ratatouille

Harlen

"Ow," I grunted as I opened my eyes, "why is it so fucking bright in here?"

"Uh sorry, I can close the blinds."

And with the random voice, I was sat straight up.

"Oh," I groaned, "it's just you."

I rubbed my hand over my face, before coming to a realization.

"Wait, what the fuck Remington?" I yelled.

"Chill out." He said through a yawn. His voice was raspy, leading me to believe that he had just woken up.

I didn't listen, "What the fuck am I doing in- where the fuck-"

"My room."

"Why?" I screamed.

Who the fuck is he to bring me to his house? I knew almost nothing about him, and what I did know, I wasn't very fond of.

"Can you calm the fuck down for just a second," He said calmly before sitting next to me and rubbing his hand down his face, "jesus."

I rolled my eyes before taking a deep breath, "Tell me what the hell is going on. Oh my god. Did we-"

"No," He yelled cutting me off in disgust, "I don't know. There was some dude yelling at you and beating you up in an alleyway. I would've left you there but, you couldn't walk, and I'm not a shit person."

"Are you sure about that?" I asked arching my eyebrows. I ignored the pain that shot through my jaw as I spoke.

"Ok," He scoffed pushing himself off of his bed, "that's the last time I'm helping anybody, for any reason, ever."

I chuckled lightly as I pulled back down, "I'm sorry, I had to."

"Yeah." He muttered.

"Thank you," I smiled weakly, "I'd probably be dead in a ditch somewhere if it weren't for you being there, and I really appreciate it."

He just looked me in the eyes for a moment.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" I scoffed.

"Nothing," He shook his head with a small smile on his lips, "just in awe at everything you just said. I didn't know you had a soul."

I playfully shoved him in the shoulder before letting out a small laugh, causing him to push his act of shock even further, "and a humor? That man must've hit a certain part of your brain to change you into an entirely different person."

I rolled my eyes, and scoffed before attempting to stand up. My attempt was blocked by a pain shooting through my ribs. Damn. It's been awhile since I was this fucked.

"Careful," Remington rushed to my side and wrapped his arm around mine, "I told you. You got the shit beat out of you. It may take a little bit for you to be...completely mobile again."

I rolled my eyes, "Relax. This isn't the first time I've had my ass handed to me."

His look of confusion was ignored by me pulling out of his grip, and wandering out of what I had figured to be his room.

I stumbled down a set of stairs, and found the kitchen. Remington was right behind me.

"Good morning," Sebastian cheered with a smile. He seemed like a morning person. Gianna would love him, "how are you feeling?"

"Like shit," I smiled weakly, turning his smile into one of sympathy. I looked to the skillet he was working over, with a watery mouth, "whatcha making?"

I hadn't eaten much in probably 3 days. Sebastian sent me another grin, "Vegan bacon, cheese, onion, and mushroom omelets. You want one?"

"Hell yeah!" I nodded eagerly.

"Can I get one too?" Remington asked.

"No." Sebastian said simply.

Now listen, if I was in his position I would've said the same thing but, Remington was not my brother.

"Aw," I chuckled awkwardly, "no food for brother dearest?"

"Brother dearest can fend for himself." Sebastian shrugged.

It seemed like they were in an ongoing argument but, I was not nearly in the position to pick sides.

"Ok." I shrugged.

"You remember this moment." Remington rolled his eyes with a hint of a chuckle before taking a seat at the counter, and starting to scroll through his phone.

"Here," Sebastian said softly, "you can have this one. I'll make a new one for myself."

I smiled gratefully as I took the plate he was holding out to me, "Thanks. Where are the extra plates?"

He sent me a confused glance but, pointed to the overhead cupboard I was standing in front of when he was met with nothing but silence. I took a smaller plate out, grabbed the knife he had used to cut onions, cut my omelet in half, and slid one half onto the separate plate.

"Here," I mumbled before sliding one of the plates in front of Remington, along with a fork, "I won't eat the entire thing by myself."

That was a lie.

"You are just on a roll today." He smirked.

"Yeah yeah don't get used to it," I smirked right back, "that's the last act of kindness. My debt is now repaid."

We both chuckled lightly.

"Good morning," A girl with long, dark brown hair said as she made her way into the kitchen. She was beautiful, "oh hello! I'm Shy."

She came over to me and wrapped me in a hug, taking me completely by surprise. I hugged back after calming myself down a bit. For obvious reasons, sudden acts of...touch...made me nervous.

"Oh. I'm Harlen. It's nice to meet you." I smiled smally.

"Shy is Emerson's girlfriend," Remington mumbled through a mouth full of food. So polite, "they've been together forever. She's my favorite sibling."

"Thanks Remi." She smiled and sent out a playful eye roll before ruffling his hair, and going to help Sebastian with breakfast.

"Remi," I smirked, "like the rat from ratatouille?"

He scoffed before letting his forehead hit the countertop, "Fuck you. You know I was just starting to not wish you terminal illness?"

I rolled my eyes at what he said, "I told you not to hold your breath...Ratatouille."

"Lesson learned." He mumbled.

I finished my breakfast and laid my plate in the sink, "Hey, where's my phone at."

"With your bag." Remington responded slyly.

"Ok, where's my bag?"

"With your shoes."

"Ok smart ass. I'll find them myself."

I rolled my eyes before walking back to his room. I found my bag on top of his dresser.

"Fuck." I muttered after taking my phone out of my bag and checking it.

"What now?" Remington mumbled from his doorway. Did he have to follow me around? I mean sure, it's his house but, I had a basic understanding of where I needed to go.

"I meant to pick up my little sister a couple of hours ago." I shrugged with a sigh, "by time I wait for Phoebe to come and get me, get home, and then get out to Gianna, her friend's mom will think she's being neglected."

"I'm sure she won't," He said pulling a sour look to my face. Like he knew what people would think of me. I always did everything as perfectly as possible because I was terrified of people thinking I'm not enough for her, or even the idea that they'd see what was actually going on, "but I can drive you if you want."

I thought about his offer. I didn't really want this prick knowing where I live, or more importantly interacting with my very impressionable sister but, I didn't really have a choice.

"You know what? Why the hell not."