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Remington LBiersack: Tour dates out now!!!! First show in less than two months so go get your tickets!!! I'll be giving away three VIPs in the next few days so comment down below which city you'll be attending and tag two friends. Have a beautiful day x

Palaye Royale: TOUR DATES BELOW! TICKETS ON SALE NOW SO GO GET THAT SHIT! Remington is giving away three VIPs over on his recent post, go comment and tag two friends for a chance to win.

It's a stormy day. Andy runs from the car into the house after returning from therapy, kicking his shoes off and closing the door. "The traffic is so fucking bad today," he says, pushing a hand through his damp hair and finding Remington in the living room with his head in his hands. "Remington? Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong?" He kneels in front of his husband and carefully pulls his hands from his face.

Remington's eyes are heavy and shiny with tears and he pulls a hand from Andy's to wipe tears across his face. "It's not-it's not fair," he stutters, looking away from the man and wiping his eyes messily with his sleeved hand. "I can't-I-everything always goes wrong all the time." He sniffles and returns his head to his hands. "I'm just fuckin' trying to get over the fact that my own brother told my ex to abuse me and apparently I'm not even allowed to do that!" He sucks in a gulp of oxygen.

Andy takes the younger's hands again, holding them protectively in his. "Slow down, kitten. D'you wanna tell me what happened?" He can feel the boy's hands trembling.

Remington looks away. "Nothing, it doesn't matter. I'm just gonna go get a big knife and stab it right in my heart, 'cause-'cause that's what everyone keeps doing!"

"There'll be no stabbing today. I need you to tell me what's going on, okay?"

"Everyone thinks I-everyone thinks I cheated!"

Andy strokes the boy's cheek. "Why do they think that, sweetie?"

The younger shakes his head. "Just...look at-look at Emerson's Instagram."

Andy does. He sees the recent photo that the drummer has posted; the picture he took of Remington kissing a random girl in a bar. And the caption makes him want to find Emerson and strangle him.

Emerson Barrett: You all have been asking why i was kicked from Palaye Royale so here is the truth. I caught Remington cheating on Andy with someone none of us know, and when he wouldn't admit it, we got in a fight and it ended up with me being kicked out. That's all there is to it. Remington was unfaithful and played the victim and I got punished for it.

"Oh my god," Andy whispers, "what the fuck, how could he do that? That's so awful."

Remington nods. "'cause he hates me just like everyone else does. It's everywhere, Andy. Confession pages, fan accounts, exposed accounts. Everywhere. They're-they're calling me a fame hungry whore. I lost more than twenty thousand followers since this morning." The boy isn't crying anymore. He's just talking. As though there's no one inside.

Shaking his head in utter disbelief, Andy puts his phone down and talks again. "I can't believe he's done that to you. Listen to me, okay. I know you would never ever cheat on anyone. Your fans should know that, too, and the fact that they're believeing this crap without a moments hesitation shows how desperate they are for something to make drama out of. I will help you, Sebastian will help you, and we'll get all this sorted out, okay? I'm not gonna sit here and watch your own brother destroy your career because he's angry for being kicked from the band when he's the one who caused that in the first place. I won't let you go through that on your own. So right now, you're gonna come here and have a hug, and then we're going to see Sebastian and get all this fixed. Okay?"

"Okay," Remington whispers, "hug."

Andy wraps the singer in his arms and strokes his hair slowly. "We're gonna get this all sorted out," he assures his husband, "it's all gonne be okay."

"I don't wanna be alive right now."

"And that's okay. I'm right here and you're gonna be alright."

Remington presses his body into Andy's. "What if no one buys tickets for tour? They all hate me so-so why would they wanna see me?"

"Shh. Try not to think about it. It's gonna be just fine." He doesn't get a response and, for a while, just hugs the shaky boy. Remigton wishes he could say he feels better now but he doesn't. He just knows that he doesn't ever want to see Emerson ever again.

Andy calls Sebastian, who is already very aware of the situation, and the guitarist comes round so the three of them can work out what the hell to do.

"I honestly thought he was better than this," the oldest brother says.

Remington nods. He can't shake the feeling of being a complete inconvinience. "I thought he loved me but I guess no one does," he says dryly, not looking at anyone.

"No, bub, we love you."

"You're just saying that."

Sebastian shakes his head. "We couldn't love you more, could we, Andy?"

"Not possible," the man chimes in, "couldn't love anyone more than we love you."

Remington looks down and tears up. He feels so defensless against everyone on Instagram. The poor boy is only one damamged, fragile person. How is he supposed to match up to four hundred thousand strangers?

Andy rubs his shoulder sympathetically. "It's gonna be alright, sweetheart," he soothes, but the singer shakes his head.

"Well I'm not alright," he mumbles, "so I don't fuckin' know how anything is gonna be alright if I'm not alright." The boy rubs his eyes and stands up, saying, "'m going to bed," and walking towards the door.

Both Andy and Sebastian jump up when they hear a loud sob, and they find Remington at the top of the stairs, head against the wall, uncontrollably crying as though he physically couldn't take another step. The men pick him up off the floor and help him into the bedroom, Remington falling into his brother, who guides the boy onto the bed.

"It's too much," Remington keeps crying, "everything's too much." He cries until he's exhausted and falls asleep with red eyes, Sebastian and Andy silently leaving the room and sneaking down the stairs.

"I have no idea who to do," Sebastian admits to Andy.

The man sighs heavily. "Me neither. But whatever we do, we can't let it hurt Remington. He keeps talking about killing himself again and I don't know how much more he can take, honestly. I can't even begin to imagine how broken he must be feeling. Emerson was his best friend."

"Emerson needs to fucking realise what he's doing."

"He needs to fucking stop or we're gonna have a fucking problem."