After fighting with Remington, he's sorta been avoiding me. It had been four days and Remington hadn't been home in two. I sat on the couch, flipping mindlessly through the channels. Thinking about everything I've ever done. About all the ways I fucked up. A sigh from the doorway startled me. It was Emerson, I have no clue how long he had been standing there.
I looked at him, he stood there leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed.
"What?" I snap
Emerson uncrossed his arms and took the remote from me, grabbing my hands and pulling me to my feet.
"Come on." Emerson said "Lets go."
"Emerson what the hell-? Where are we going-?" I object as I'm being dragged out the door.
"Out." Emerson said
I grabbed my jacket that was hanging on the wall as Emerson pulled me out the door and into the cold night.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Ma Chérie | Remington Leith
FanficAlexandra Archer, 19 years old. Recovered drug addict. Ex girlfriend of Remington Leith. Ever wonder how Ma Chérie came about? Well here's the story.
