The car is quiet as Sebastian drives. Remington is shaking. He can't believe he's really going to see her again.

What was he thinking?

Sebastian is concerned. He really doesn't think this is a good idea. Every night he is woken by his brother who is either throwing up, crying, or having a panic attack. Or all of them at once if he's having a really rough night.

It's heart wrenching; seeing his little brother so sad and tortured all the time.

"You don't have to do this," the older says gently, trying to subtly change Remington's mind.

Remington looks at his brother. "Yes, I do," he states, "you know I do." His voice is tense, snappy. He's on edge and anxious.

The guitarist frowns. "Remington, no, you don't." He glances at the boy, noticing how he's trembling and fiddling with his sleeves.

Cars pass by and they get closer to the prison. Remington looks out of the window and tries to distract himself. It hardly works. Sebastian is right, he shouldn't be doing this. He should go home and forget all about her terrible existence.

The boy ends up falling asleep, but is soon woken with a fright. He sits up straight and rubs his eyes. Sebastian slows the car down so Remington isn't startled. "You okay?"

Remington nods his head even though he isn't okay. "Are we nearly there?"

"Five minutes," he informs the man, "are you totally sure you want to do this?"

The boy exhales loudly. "Yes, I'm fucking sure!" He shouts, and then realises that he raised his voice. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout at you."

Sebastian stops at some traffic lights. "It's okay, I just don't think this is a good idea."

Remington wants so badly to go home. "I need to know why she did it," is what he says, and looks out the window again.

They arrive at the prison and are made to walk through a scanner and have their pockets checked. Remington is tense. He tries to detatch his mind from his body as the man moves his hands over his legs and his torso.

Eventually they are taken into large room with metal tables and chairs and are told where to sit and wait.

Remington doesn't want to be here. He should have told Sebastian to drive them home.

A door opens and the inmates begin to filter into the hall.

Some of the criminals look so happy when they see their visitor, some seem emotionless, and Holly, she seems even more scary than when he last saw her.

The all too familiar woman makes her way over and the boy grabs his brother's hand under the table. He wants to go gome now.

He can't look at her as she pulls the chair out and sits opposite him. "Hello, Remington," she says, and the boy wants to scream. He looks down and gulps. Why is he here? He can't talk. "How have you been?"

How have you been?

Sebastian doesn't at all like how tightly the boy is holding his hand. "Cut the crap," he says firmly to Holly, who looks taken aback. "The only reason he came is to ask you why you did all that shit to him."

Remington is grateful that Sebastian is doing the talking. He can't open his mouth.

Holly is staring right at the poor boy as she talks. "Why I did what to him? She asks, snarky and rude. She really hasn't changed.

The guitarist wants to kill her. "You know what," he growls.

"You mean why I hit him, and pushed him, and lied, and called him a slut?" She is smirking now. She knows every word is torture for the man. She loves it. "Why I stabbed his skinny body, why I raped him?" It's that word that really burns. Remington shuffles uncomfortably. His stomach hurts. "Because it was fun, Remington, because you're easy to hurt."

Remington can't believe it. He came all this way to hear that.

He stands up and brings Sebastian with him, and then Holly says, "because everyone thinks you're so beautiful and I wanted to make you ugly. Because you are. You're ugly."

Her words sting. Remington knows she's right. He is ugly. Not just physically, but mentally too. He's so ugly.

She's so right.

Sebastian holds his shoulders and guides him back into the car. He can see that the boy is shaken up, hurt.

Remington looks out of the window and refuses to talk on the journey home.

"You can't let her get to you," the older says, worried that her words are going to really effect him.

The boy doesn't say anything in response.

They get home and Remington gets out of the car, pushing Sebastian away when he goes to help him. He doesn't want anyone to look at him. He staggers upstairs and crawls into bed, pulling the covers over his face and crying.

She's right.

Sebastian can hear Remington crying from downstairs. He doesn't know what to do.

He never should have let Remington see her.