Trigger Warning.

Remington has noticed that his brothers have been acting slightly strange for the past few days. He doesn't know why, but he doesn't like it. Perhaps they're hiding something. But surely they wouldn't do that, would they? They'd never hide anything from him. Right?

He lounges around the house for the day, feeling particularly exhausted and unmotivated today. The boy hasn't really spoken to Emerson or Sebastian since he shouted at them both two days ago. He's been hiding his room and barely eating or sleeping.

Sebastian and Larisa have gone out so he has the house to himself, and in a rash decision decides to snoop on his brother's laptop to see if he can work out what him and Emerson are hiding, if they are hiding anything. He searches through his emails and comes across a suspicious email from Dr Beckley's company.

Mr Kropp,
We are very sorry to inform you that Dr Beckley has recently passed away. We understand this news is upsetting and wish you the best.
Condolences,
David Carrols.

Remington reads it over and over. Surely this is a joke, or a dream, right? He can't be dead. He can't be dead.

He sends the email to himself and closes the laptop angrily. Why didn't they tell him when they found out. The email is from two days ago. Two days!

He decides he can't live here anymore, with Sebastian, so he stuffs his things into a bag and leaves the house, writing a short, blunt note and leaving it on the kitchen table.

I can't be around liars.

The boy drags his things to his house and finds the key in a jacket pocket. He unlocks the door and throws it open, stepping inside the familiar building. This probably isn't a good idea.

Oh well.

Remington drops his things in the hall and turns on all the lights, sighing. This isn't a good idea.

He falls onto the sofa, the one he spent countless nights on, and shivers. What is he doing? It's like he can hear all those horrible days again. Her voice, her laugh, his screams. His screams of pain and terror and agony.

The boy stands up. What is he doing? He shuffles upstairs, cold, and into the bedroom. It's exactly as it has always been. White sheets, red pillows, grey walls.

There's a dent in the wall by the bed, where he had his head slammed into it, and her beloved handcuffs are still hanging from the bed frame.

Remington shudders. He can almost feel the metal cutting into his wrists as he struggles against her. He likes to pretend that it was a rare occurrence, but it wasn't. It really wasn't.

It was more like a twice-a-week thing.

He had bruises permanently on his wrists and his brothers would tease him about it. They'd think he was just into bondage and stuff. But he wasn't. God, he really wasn't.

He daren't touch the bed.

He wonders if Sebastian has got home yet.

Why didn't the police take the handcuffs?

This doesn't feel right.

In the bathroom, he turns on the shower and steps under the water fully clothed. The noise hurts his head and he punches the tiled wall until blood is dripping down the shiny tiles in dark red streams.

He turns around and screams.

Holly is standing there. She looks so real. Remington tells himself that she's not there, that he's just seeing things. But then she grabs him, and he feels it.

She shoves him up against the wall and her hand goes harshly around his throat, choking him. Remington kicks and whimpers.

The woman pulls him away from the wall and then smashes his head back so hard that he hears a crunch. And then she does it again.

Remington inhales sharply. He's in Sebastian's bathroom. Water is hammering down, thundering against the surface of the shower. He's still in his clothes which are heavy with water.

"Sebastian!" He screams, desperate. "Sebastian!" The boy tries to get to his feet, his socks making it very difficult to stand. He ends up slipping and banging his head on the wall. "Sebastian!" There's no response. His brother is out.

He whimpers, cold. He wonders how long he has been in the shower. The water has gone cold. His heart is banging in his chest, his head pounding. What happened?

"Sebastian!" He tries again. He doesn't know what to do. "Help!" Still, there is no response. Remington slides around, trying to reach the dial to turn the water off. "Please," he sobs. The boy finds his phone is his pocket. It's wet, ruined. He screams, throws it at the wall.

The freezing water makes him shake, though that might also be because he's terrified. Did he just experience a flashback? How did he end up in the shower?

Is Dr Beckley dead, or was that part of the horrible flashback?

He hopes it was.

His mind is in agony.

He can't breathe.

Where the hell is Sebastian?

His stomach is churning. He keels over and throws up painfully, body shuddering violently. He's fucking freezing. "Help!" The boy cries, hot tears dripping down his white cheeks. "Help." His voice is weak, full of pain.

So much pain.